Chapter 433

Chapter 433: Mo Feng: What Mu Lin? That’s the Young Lord!

The insect swarm left them no chance to fight back, driving Mo Feng to consider sacrificing his life.

Yet when the Agricultural and Martial Corps arrived, they cleared that sky-blotting swarm in under three minutes.

Mo Feng stared blankly at the ground now piled with layers of grotesque insect corpses. He couldn’t comprehend how the Agricultural and Martial Corps had become so powerful.

"But this makes no sense. If they were truly this strong, why were they constantly retreating before, forcing us to march here for their rescue?"

His subordinate Leng Chen offered no answers. Mo Feng began forming theories instead.

"Old Master Hetian couldn’t have caused this mass extermination—his methods differ entirely. Did Zhang Hemiao or Sheng Cang achieve a breakthrough?"

"Impossible. Their talents and cultivation limits wouldn’t allow it. Otherwise, Old Master Hetian wouldn’t have sought Mu Lin from the Southern Realms…"

"Wait—could this be Mu Lin’s doing?"

The idea startled Mo Feng himself.

"Can’t be. Though gifted, he’s only at the Transformation stage. Achieving this… that’d be madness…"

As Mo Feng wrestled with his thoughts, Zhang Hemiao and Sheng Cang approached the Black Sha Legion members.

"Why are you here… Did you come to rescue us?"

Mo Feng gave a bitter chuckle.

"We intended to, but clearly overstepped."

"Not at all!" Zhang Hemiao countered. "We appreciate the Black Sha Legion’s aid. In the North Wilderness, we support each other."

Though immediately grasping the Black Sha Legion’s true motives upon arrival, she acknowledged their military presence would’ve normally relieved pressure on her corps. She chose to accept this political gesture.

Her gracious response eased Mo Feng’s tension. Curiosity soon overpowered his restraint.

"General Hemiao, what’s happened here? Your forces couldn’t withstand the insect tribe before. How…"

He trailed off, but she understood.

Zhang Hemiao hesitated. Revealing Mu Lin’s role risked poaching attempts from rival legions—losing him would collapse the Agricultural and Martial Corps’ newfound strength. Yet withholding truth would strain alliances.

With resigned clarity, she confessed:

"All this… was accomplished by our Young Lord Mu Lin."

"It truly was him!"

As Zhang Hemiao’s words trailed off, Mo Feng jumped up in shock.

His face twisted slightly in astonishment as he blurted, "How old is he? How long has he cultivated? How could he be this strong?"

He didn’t understand, and neither did Zhang Hemiao.

Yet despite her confusion, her gratitude toward Mu Lin remained genuine.

She wouldn’t tolerate anyone doubting him.

"Don’t measure yourself against Young Lord Mu Lin. He’s the world’s acknowledged first among humans – such excellence is only natural."

"What’s more, I believe past top cultivators merely reached first place, while our Young Lord’s greatness makes the title itself seem limiting."

"…"

Zhang Hemiao’s "unmatched through all ages" praise left Mo Feng speechless.

He wanted to call it excessive.

But gazing at the insect corpses blanketing the ground, remembering how these formidable foes had been swept aside like chaff by Mu Lin, his objections died unspoken.

Soon he too joined the praises.

None could blame him – Mu Lin’s subsequent actions proved monumentally significant.

After securing the territory, Mu Lin’s physical form in the Yin Soil remained.

Having seized more spiritual ground than he could currently manage, Mu Lin halted his advance here.

To consolidate his gains, he first invoked the Sky-High Technique Spell to manifest a city god position.

The divine office merged with Mu Lin’s local avatar, then fused completely with the area’s spiritual veins – transforming him into this land’s city god.

BOOM!

As city god, Mu Lin naturally commanded authority over the spiritual veins.

Under his guidance, the insect-ravaged veins gradually untangled.

Yet during this process, Mu Lin discovered deeper corruption: deaths from the monster invasions combined with lingering strange forbidden power had tainted both land and spiritual veins with frustration.

This blighted earth bred illness in mortals, drove beasts to madness, and challenged even cultivators’ survival.

Fortunately, the Underworld existed precisely to handle such imbalances between the three realms.

Though not fully realized, Mu Lin’s hellish authority sufficed.

HUMMM…

At his mental command, the land’s accumulated frustration condensed into roaring flames of revenge.

"With these flames, the Eight Hot Hells might finally take shape."

Other strange powers were similarly harvested – dangerous energies repurposed as hell’s building materials.

Within the Underworld, these forces would both punish villains and gradually assimilate into the realm’s defenses.

"When fully absorbed, they’ll become permanent fixtures of infernal punishment and military reserves."

…

Most foreign strange powers carried yin attributes, lurking at the living world’s edges.

But the Underworld’s presence here let Mu Lin effortlessly sort, seal, and contain them through his Yin Soil mastery.

His willing heart fire enabled this restructuring – a power others lacked.

The Black Sha Legion’s territories told this tale: endless battles left their spiritual grounds polluted with strange powers and frustration-spawned evil spirits.

Watching fertile spiritual land turn barren always pained Mo Feng, though he’d accepted it as inevitable.

Until today.

He witnessed the poisoned land healing before his eyes. Strange forces vanished – or more precisely, Mu Lin gathered and sealed the intractable remnants within Yin Soil.

Mo Feng didn’t see the sealed evils. Not that he’d care – contained beyond the living world, they might as well be gone.

This cleansing power made him desperate to recruit Mu Lin.

"Restoring polluted lands would ease our resource strain tremendously!"

But Mu Lin’s value soon proved greater still.

"He can seal forbidden power from spreading? Detect soul-level infiltrators? Empower troops without side effects?!"

Learning of Mu Lin’s Tian Shi City achievements with the Agricultural and Martial Corps, Mo Feng nearly tore his hair out.

"Damn! When he was in Tianwu City, I should’ve offered ten years’ resource shares to secure him!"

Regret gave way to shameless pleading:

"Young Lord – might the Black Sha Legion host you at Black Mountain Ridge?"