"No."

After answering, Lin Feng followed the others through the portal and arrived at a restaurant in the real world.

The area outside the restaurant was bustling, but almost no one went inside. Occasionally, a few ordinary people would notice the restaurant but would inexplicably ignore it and walk past quickly.

Paper-cutting Sang spoke softly, then pushed the puppet Zhang through the restaurant door: "He's not a participant in physical cultivation. If you really want to do something, why not give him some blood sausage to taste?"

"Alright, alright, I'll do whatever you say." Puppet Zhang turned around speechlessly, clapped his hands casually, and a cloud of immortal clouds immediately appeared in the shop.

Ding-dong...

A clear bell rang out from the celestial clouds, and one by one, the portraits that were originally on the walls of the restaurant transformed into celestial officials serving wine and came before them.

"Prepare a banquet!"

With a loud shout, Liu Da rang out the clear chimes that echoed throughout the entire restaurant.

As a dragon head was brought up, Lin Feng had a few different thoughts. Perhaps the human world has never had any thoughts of being like-minded. If there is, it is only the distinction between self and others.

Without moral constraints, others are nothing more than food in their eyes.

“Brother, actually… back when I was in the Yin River, some of my kind invited me to share the spoils of other dragons.” Gui Ke’s voice flashed in his ear: “I really wanted to go, but I felt that they might not let me go, so I left the Yin River.”

"It's just food, nothing particularly special, but seeing their enthusiasm and pursuit of this kind of food makes one wonder," Lin Feng thought helplessly. "Too much understanding always brings unnecessary emotions, especially after seeing things more clearly..."

As dragon meat was served in front of him, Lin Feng quickly took a bite.

"How is it?" Puppet Zhang asked.

“Indeed, it contains some special power and a subtle charm. You can savor it while eating it,” Lin Feng replied quickly.

"Haha, take your time eating." Paper-cutting Sang picked up a cup of essence blood wine, raised it towards Lin Feng from afar, and then asked, "Little brother, have you started the quest yet?"

"It hasn't started yet." Lin Feng also raised his glass. "But I have a rough idea of ​​which worlds we'll be visiting."

"Oh?" Liu the Shadow immediately perked up his ears.

Lin Feng said, "I had some entanglements with Wu Ming Sheng Tang last time. If nothing unexpected happens this time... I will go to Dao Song and Mo Yuan, or Xian Qin."

"Although Dao Song and Mo Yuan are strong, they are still a bit weak. If we enter together, we will likely enter the Immortal Qin." Dengying Liu gave a simple analysis: "According to our deduction, if we start the mission, we will likely enter one of the Great Tribulations of the Primordial World."

"We've already been to Journey to the West, so the only things left are Investiture of the Gods or Lich King."

“Brother, you really know how to come. With you joining us, we can probably guess which world we’ll be going to.” Paper-cutting Sang interrupted their guesses with a smile: “I’ve heard that the Immortal Qin has recently made contact with the Primordial World, and that emperor is preparing to send their world into the Primordial World.”

"If nothing unexpected happens, they will likely appear at the time of the Investiture of the Gods."

"After all, the liches have very little to do with them."

As she spoke, Jianzhi Sang quickly approached Lin Feng with a cup in hand and sat down next to him: "Brother, I heard that you confronted this person to his face back then. Of course, it wasn't just him; you rejected several others as well. Is that true?"

"It wasn't exactly defying them, I just refused their offer." Lin Feng was startled by the sudden allure on the other person's face, but quickly said frankly, "If I had accepted, given my status as a participant, I might be a great general in these worlds right now."

"Tsk tsk, that's not necessarily true. The Holy Tang is xenophobic; at most, they'll give you an empty title. The Dao Song Immortal Clan is shrouded in layers of power; even if they appreciate you, they'll mostly use you as a weapon. Mo Yuan and Yao Qing really want to devour you, and then there's Wu Ming—very few people are even worth their attention." Paper-cutting Sang spoke eloquently: "Only the Immortal Qin and the Divine Han will give you real power, but only if you can expand their territory."

"The Immortal Qin and the Divine Han?" Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. "You mean, these two dynasties are the ones who will truly cooperate with the participants?"

"Of course, if we enter together, not to mention who we'll be fighting against, the pre-Qin Qi cultivators within this gate will become our enemies." Jianzhi Sang's smile deepened: "Many of the inheritors of the Hundred Schools of Thought have the support of the Immortal Qin."

“Sister Sang, according to what you said, if we go in together, we’ll just be asking for trouble?” Puppet Zhang couldn’t sit still any longer and followed Lin Feng to the other side.

“I didn’t say that.” Paper-cutting Sang pretended to be hesitant: “Xian Qin has many enemies, and not all of the Daoist sects are necessarily favored by him. If they start a war this time... then how can the many participants under the Honghuang sect sit idly by?”

"If they start fighting, it might not be a bad thing for us." Liu Dengying's expression changed, and he immediately understood what Jianzhi Sang meant: "If we had entered the Investiture of the Gods normally, we would likely have been surrounded and attacked by others, but if we intervene in the mission at the same time as Xian Qin enters, we might actually be able to escape unscathed!"

The three exchanged glances, seemingly excluding Lin Feng. Even Sun He, standing to the side, noticed the intense thoughts that were running through their minds at that moment.

"Brother, they're not good people," Gui Ke whispered to Lin Feng.

“Yes, when I first met them, I knew they were no good!” Wang Wu couldn’t help but shout.

"We're just here for a blind date..." Lin Feng thought to himself, "It's just about finding a partner to help Si Zang and the others establish some connections... It's impossible to build an ideal partnership and connection just like that."

The two silently accepted Lin Feng's explanation, but they still had an inescapable sense of rejection towards the three people in front of them.

"So you've agreed?" Sun He's question drew the attention of Dengying Liu and the other two back to the present.

“Sure.” Liu Dengying answered readily, but then a hint of doubt appeared on his face: “But I think we need to make some distinctions in this matter.”

"Of course, cooperation is cooperation, but since you've offended Xian Qin, we're afraid we can't offer you any substantial help in this matter." Puppet Zhang's tone had turned much colder.

"Brother~" Paper-cutting Sang softened her tone, cutting off the two's words, and said to Lin Feng in a gentle voice, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but Xianqin is too troublesome. If you can really withstand the pressure, then there is a possibility of cooperation."

“Asang, if he could withstand the pressure from Xian Qin, why would he need your help…” Sun He ruthlessly tore away the other party’s fig leaf.

"Drunkard, we're just letting him hold on." Paper-cutting Sang chuckled, "If he were to face Immortal Qin head-on, even with twice the number of us in the Investiture of the Gods world as a backdrop, he might not survive more than ten minutes!"

"Only if he can withstand this pressure will he be able to discuss this matter with us."

After saying that, Jianzhi Sang raised her head slightly and looked at Lin Feng carefully, saying, "Brother, if it were anyone else, we would refuse without hesitation, but you... I think it's possible, and only in this case will we agree to enter with you."