Chapter 1860 - 1859: Vengeance Never Ends

After Qin Feng settled things here, he glanced back at his own East Gate Camp. The soldiers newly gathered at the barracks, under the command of the Golden General, moved towards the Martial Arts Arena and the firing range, everything proceeding in an orderly fashion, with more and more soldiers and archers.

But it was still far from enough.

Qin Feng wasn’t in a hurry and thought of heading to the West Gate to check out how Ling was doing over there.

He was very curious about how Ling managed to defend all the way to the "Level 5 Tide".

Though he was relaxed and pressure-free now, at the beginning of defending the first wave, he had completely used money as a weapon, immediately building five barracks, nine defense towers, and a catapult, also using the Kerosene Bottles and Ice Arrows he bought at the Ti Yun Peak’s general store.

But when Ling arrived here, he heard from Wan Shi and others that Ling didn’t have much money.

Yet he defended all the way to the "Level 5 Tide", truly a remarkable person.

At this moment, Ling was meditating under the Purple Crystal Stone, and when he saw Qin Feng coming, his brow furrowed, and he said, "Hmph!"

And then continued to rest.

Qin Feng was not anxious either; he tried to absorb the strands of energy aura emanating from the Purple Crystal Stone. Indeed, it could allow for rapid recovery, and this recovery gave the body a real feeling, just like when he boarded the Taiji Spaceship, feeling the reality.

"Perhaps this thing is also real..."

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

After a moment, Ling had finished resting, and seeing that Qin Feng wasn’t the least bit tired and yet was still around, he coldly said, "What are you doing here!"

"Oh, nothing much, I just wanted to advise you to be my little brother. I am a very loving person, and I understand that old vendettas should end at some point. Following me would be good for everyone," Qin Feng said with a smile.

"Scram!"

Ling burst into anger, "Our Dragon King Hall is destroyed by your hands! And you want me to be your little brother?"

Qin Feng waved his hand and said, "Don’t make a fuss, your Dragon King Hall was clearly wiped out in the Kunlun Mist Cloud by Emperor Wujian, it basically had nothing to do with me."

"..."

Ling was instantly speechless.

Upon careful consideration, it really had nothing to do with Qin Feng. They wanted to gain the power of Emperor Wujian’s Heavenly Destiny Sect, and cooperated with him, but after starting a fight with Luo Jinhong and the others, Emperor Wujian directly abandoned them, leading to the destruction of their Dragon King Hall in the Kunlun Mist Cloud, with only him managing to survive.

"But, my father was killed by you, a father-killing vendetta is irreconcilable!"

Ling roared angrily again.

"Come on, at the time in the Black Mountain Grand Canyon, it was a whole bunch of you attacking me alone, naturally, it was him or me, wasn’t it? According to the laws of the Mortal World, I was acting in self-defense and shouldn’t bear any responsibility."

"Besides, was I the only one who killed your people? It was war; you also killed quite a few of our people, didn’t you?"

"Have you studied history? Do you know about World War I and World War II? After the world wars, should we continue to maintain mutual hostility and not rest until we’ve killed each other?"

"Naturally, we should focus on social peace and economic development."

"Of course, if it’s an ’arch-enemy’ sort of relationship, that’s different. For instance, our mortal world’s relationship with a certain island can continue to be arch-enemies, but theoretically between us, there’s not such a deep grudge."

"Right?"

Qin Feng spread his hands and explained to him.

"..."

Ling was rendered speechless by his words.

It somewhat made sense but also seemed like complete nonsense.

"No way!"

Ling frowned tightly and said again, "Whether in the Black Mountain Grand Canyon or Kunlun Mist Cloud, you thwarted our plans, I must regard you as my mortal enemy!"

"..."

Qin Feng was also quite speechless, sighing, "Why are you so stubborn and unreasonable, well then! Since you see me as a mortal enemy, you can come and kill me. I’m standing right here for you, go ahead! Uh, right, killing isn’t allowed here, so you can hit me instead!"

Qin Feng struck a pose as if allowing himself to be hit.

Ling’s face turned ashen, unable to utter a single word.

Damn!

You think I don’t want to hit you?

It’s just because I can’t beat you up!

Damn it, are you deliberately trying to piss me off!

"See, you can’t bring yourself to do it, can you?" Qin Feng spread his hands, "So, our hatred can be resolved, there’s no need to keep being so bitter every day."

"..."

Ling was so angry he felt like biting him; he quickly stood up and headed back to the camp.

Qin Feng was just about to follow to check out his camp, to see how he managed to hold out to the "Level 5 Tide" with so few Spirit Stones.

At this moment.

Ding Lan and Shuang’er arrived, saying, "Qin Feng, where are you going? Senior Sister is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Qin Feng asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it’s almost nighttime. Time to rest now," Ding Lan said.

"...Nighttime?"

Qin Feng looked up at the sky, still a gray haze, just a bit darker than usual. He didn’t expect there to be a night here, nor did he expect that there would be a break during which the enemy would not attack.

Turning his head, Ling had already stormed off, so he could only wait until tomorrow to see how Ling defended the city. He then followed Ding Lan and Shuang’er to their South Gate Camp.

Just arriving at the South Gate Camp, Qin Feng suddenly remembered something, his expression froze, and he quickly turned around, saying to Ding Lan and Shuang’er, "Oh no! I just remembered there’s rice cooking at home, and I forgot to turn off the gas, I need to go back and check..."

Gas??

Ding Lan and Shuang’er exchanged puzzled glances, having no idea what he was talking about.

At this moment.

A sudden gust of chill wind blew.

Qin Feng looked up and it was the Ghost Lady.

"..."

Qin Feng felt dejected.

Whatever you’re afraid of, it comes to haunt you.

Upon reaching the South Gate Camp, he remembered that coming here this late was asking for trouble, "a sheep entering a tiger’s den".

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Xiao Feng, where are you going?" the Ghost Lady dressed in white, face pale, looked at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng only felt chills, a bit cold, and gloomily said, "Why do you wear black in the daytime and white at night? Don’t you know that wearing white at night can scare people to death..."

No choice.

The Ghost Lady inherently exuded Extreme Yin Qi, and even during the day seemed ghostly, let alone wearing white at night.

"Isn’t white beautiful?"

The Ghost Lady twirled in front of him.

"...That has nothing to do with whether it’s beautiful, it’s actually scarier when it’s more beautiful..."

Qin Feng said, embarrassed.

The Ghost Lady chuckled twice, then said, "Right, come on! Let’s go eat together."

"No, I haven’t turned off the gas yet, I need to get back quickly..."

Qin Feng tried to rush off again.

The Ghost Lady blocked him again, "What, are you afraid I’ll eat you?"

"No, I just... got used to being alone."

Qin Feng quickly said.

"Do you even have a place to stay? Do you have food? A place to stay?"

The Ghost Lady continued.