Chapter 90

Although he often put others in a difficult situation, Lin Feng always firmly believed that he was still a noble person, a pure person, a person with morals, a person who had transcended base interests, and a kind-hearted good person.

As a good person, the most basic compassion and empathy were essential.

Although he did not know what kind of conduct the commander of this Divine Martial Army had, once the army invaded the mountains, the people in this small village would inevitably suffer.

Lin Feng waved the Black Cloud Banner and directly kidnapped that Divine Martial Captain.

The other party's eyes flashed, looking at the dark space inside the Black Cloud Banner: "A spatial magical tool, or even a Golden Core stage magical tool?" After quickly assessing the situation, the Divine Martial Captain put away the sound transmission crystal.

Faced with the spatial barrier of the Black Cloud Banner, he crushed the sound transmission crystal but could not establish contact with the outside world.

Lin Feng was also observing him and found that he did not appear to be in a panic because he was trapped and unable to contact others.

Even more surprisingly, at this moment, the Divine Martial Captain's face showed a hint of relief.

Lin Feng's heart stirred, and he asked, "What is your name?"

The Divine Martial Captain calmly said, "I am Dao Zhiqiang, a Captain of the Left Battalion, First Brigade, of the Divine Martial Army's Vanguard."

Lin Feng nodded. "Who is the commander leading this army?"

This time, Dao Zhiqiang did not answer, but quietly looked at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng glanced at him. "Apart from your name, you mean I won't be able to get any military information from you?"

Dao Zhiqiang smiled. "Sir, you are a wise man."

Lin Feng shook his head. "Unfortunately, you are not. If I really want to know something, I can directly refine your soul. Do you think you can hide it from me?"

"That depends on whether Sir has the ability," Dao Zhiqiang's expression changed slightly as he said in a low voice.

Lin Feng chuckled. "Dedicated to your duty? I have observed you for a long time and can see that you actually do not want to report the information here to your superiors?"

Dao Zhiqiang fell silent, lowered his head, and said nothing.

"Think about your next move." Lin Feng waved his sleeve and left the Black Cloud Banner.

After Lin Feng left, Dao Zhiqiang did not show any intention of resistance, but instead sat down directly and stared into the dark void.

Seeing this, Lin Feng had a plan in mind: "It seems the commander of this Divine Martial Army is very ruthless, to the point that even his own subordinates are worried about him massacring civilians."

"This Dao Zhiqiang, although he has military discipline, also has his own thoughts," Lin Feng thought. "Emperor Zhou and Marquis Xuanji can gather cultivators to form an army, but it is not a true military force in the strict sense."

Cultivators who seek freedom and ease are inherently at odds with military discipline.

Even if Dao Zhiqiang rebelled, Lin Feng had absolute confidence in suppressing him, so he did not worry about it and let him be in the Black Cloud Banner.

Lin Feng searched the village for a moment and soon found a lone cultivator from the Fierce Wind Sect.

Xiao Dian's technique of striking from behind had already surpassed his master, but Lin Feng, as the founder of this "sect's ultimate skill," was even more proficient in the three principles of speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

The other party was just a minor cultivator at the Qi Condensation stage. Lin Feng silently approached from behind, and the other party did not even make a sound before being knocked out with one blow.

A blow to the back of the head, and before the other party's body could collapse, Lin Feng quickly supported his body and dragged him into a secluded corner.

He directly opened the other party's storage bag, threw away the scattered items, and picked up a small wooden sword, examining it carefully.

The craftsmanship of the wooden sword was very delicate. The wood itself was not outstanding, but a small crystal, the size of a grain of sand, was embedded in the hilt.

Although tiny, the crystal shimmered with a dazzling light, like a brilliant starry sky in the dark night, radiating brilliantly.

"Star River Sand!" Lin Feng took a deep breath. The small crystal embedded in the wooden sword was actually the Star River Sand he was looking for.

Although there was only one grain of Star River Sand on the wooden sword, Lin Feng knew he had found the right place.

If each Fierce Wind Sect cultivator had such a wooden sword, the amount of Star River Sand on these swords alone would be considerable.

Lin Feng had a further hypothesis.

These wooden swords helped the Fierce Wind Sect members navigate the Ancient Domain Marsh, allowing them to move through the dense fog and toxic miasma, where the chaotic spiritual energy made it difficult for divine senses to function. It was likely not just for direction.

Instead, these wooden swords always pointed in one direction, toward this sandy area, this isolated mountain.

So, how did these wooden swords work?

Could it be that a massive Star River Sand vein was buried here, and the Star River Sand extracted from it was embedded in the wooden swords, then refined with secret techniques to create a unique resonance with the vein, guiding the direction of the vein?

With this thought, Lin Feng did not hesitate. He activated the wooden sword with his magical power.

The wooden sword spun a few times in the air and then stopped, pointing in one direction.

Lin Feng followed the direction of the sword tip and saw that it pointed to the end of the village, behind the large house where Yue Hongyan taught the village youths.

After passing the large house, a pile of boulders appeared, with huge rocks stacked haphazardly, forming a small mountain.

Lin Feng climbed over the boulders and saw a dark pit in the middle of the rock pile.

Entering the pit, Lin Feng's brows furrowed.

The spiritual energy inside the pit was extremely pure, which made Lin Feng, who had been in the Ancient Domain Marsh for almost a month, feel somewhat unaccustomed.

But this was not a good thing. The sudden purity of the chaotic spiritual energy could not be caused by simple treasures or spirit stone veins.

It could only be the result of a powerful cultivator's intervention or a strong magical array being set up, which purified and regulated the originally chaotic spiritual energy.

Either of these situations was not good news for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng raised his alertness and followed the tunnel downward.

A moment later, the view suddenly opened up.

A pale golden sand dune appeared before Lin Feng, with countless grains of sand shimmering with a golden glow, incredibly dazzling.

Below the sand dune, a sandy area was divided by several streams. The water flowed quietly, the tinkling sound carrying a strange rhythm, making one feel refreshed.

But Lin Feng became more vigilant. These streams, which seemed to be arranged randomly, dividing the golden sandy area, actually formed a huge rune.

This rune formed a mysterious magical array, purifying the spiritual energy inside the pit.

Lin Feng looked up at the top of the sand dune, where a person was sitting.

It was a young man in white, looking extremely weak, his face pale, and even sitting there, cold sweat continuously dripped from his forehead.

But Lin Feng did not dare to underestimate him at all.

Even though the young man in white looked as if he were suffering from a serious illness, Lin Feng could not discern his cultivation level at all.

At the same time, Lin Feng could vaguely sense a close connection between the young man in white and the golden sand dune and the water rune array below him.

To control such a massive magical array, he could not be an ordinary person without cultivation.

Since Lin Feng could not discern his cultivation level, there was only one possibility: the actual cultivation level of the young man in white was far above Lin Feng's.

As Lin Feng was thinking, the young man in white suddenly spoke.

"A cultivator from the Great Zhou? To actually infiltrate here, Yue Hongyan and the others are becoming more and more lax."

After saying this, the young man in white coughed dryly, and the sandy ground beneath Lin Feng's feet shook violently.