Chen Feng transmigrated into a high-tech martial world and discovered that his original self had just been tricked by a property agent into taking out a mortgage on a house.
Upon making his f...
The dark face of the man was now flushed with a blush like the sunset. He clenched his teeth tightly, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was going through a fierce internal struggle.
That seashell space was like a mysterious, forbidden place, filling him with resistance and fear, as if once opened, unpredictable consequences would follow.
However, at that moment, a long sword with a cold, gleaming aura appeared above his head like a ghost, its tip pointing directly at him.
The sharp sword energy seemed to tear the surrounding air apart, exuding a chilling aura.
Hei Cang raised his head and looked at the sword aura longsword floating in the air, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
His eyes revealed a hint of despair, but more than that, they showed hesitation.
Time passed second by second, but the sword with its sword aura showed no sign of moving, as if it were quietly waiting for him to make a decision.
Finally, after a long and painful few seconds, Hei Cang suddenly closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and opened the shell space.
"Hmm, quite a lot of stuff. No wonder he is the heir of the Black Werewolf."
Chen Feng concentrated his mind and released his powerful divine sense, which spread out like an invisible net towards the seashell.
In an instant, he could clearly "see" the scene inside the seashell.
The space inside this seashell was surprisingly spacious, roughly estimated to be several tens of cubic meters!
In this spacious area, a dazzling array of items are piled up like mountains, making it difficult to take it all in.
The first thing that catches the eye is a pile of spiritual herbs and fruits that exude a rich spiritual energy.
These medicinal herbs come in various shapes and sizes; some resemble delicate and beautiful flowers, while others look like ancient and mysterious roots.
The spiritual fruits were even more colorful, red like agate, green like jade, purple like crystal...
The surging spiritual energy they contain seems to overflow from the fruit.
Besides elixirs and fruits, there are also many precious minerals scattered around.
These spirit ores shimmered with strange light, some with a warm, jade-like luster, others with dazzling starlight; clearly, they were all essences formed over a long period of time.
Looking further inside, Chen Feng also discovered some equipment unique to the wolf clan.
These pieces of equipment are uniquely designed and exquisitely crafted, with totem patterns characteristic of the wolf clan engraved on them, subtly revealing a wild and fierce aura.
What surprised Chen Feng the most was that there was a stack of books in the corner.
Although we don’t know the specific contents of these books, just by looking at their old and worn covers and yellowed pages, we can imagine that they must contain unknown secrets or precious knowledge.
"You three may leave now," Chen Feng said to the three men, after glancing at the seashell and putting it away.
After they had walked away, Chen Feng looked at Hei Cang and said, "As the heir of the Black Werewolf, it's really pitiful that you only have so little. Moreover, although Fenglang Mountain is one of the eight great medicinal gardens, it has long since declined. You were assigned here, so your ranking among the heirs must not be very high, right?"
"What exactly do you want to say? If you're going to kill me, then kill me. Stop wasting your breath," Hei Cang said coldly.
"I was originally thinking of helping you out so that you could become the chieftain of the Black Werewolves in the future. Since you're unwilling, then forget it and just kill you," Chen Feng said with a sigh, before swinging his sword to slash at Hei Cang's neck.
"etc!"
Just as that chilling sword aura, which was terrifying and seemed to freeze one's soul, was about to descend upon him, Hei Cang suddenly screamed as if an invisible force had grabbed his throat.
His forehead was instantly covered with large beads of sweat, which slid down his face, which was contorted with extreme fear, one drop after another, quickly soaking his clothes.
At this moment, Hei Cang's heart was pounding like a drum, each beat feeling as if it would burst out of his chest.
At this critical moment of life and death, he truly felt the approach of death; that cold, dark, and irresistible aura was closing in on him step by step.
The psychological defenses he had been struggling to maintain finally collapsed completely at this moment. He could no longer remain calm and strong, and all his pretense and bravado crumbled at this instant.
"What do you want me to do?" Hei Cang asked in a hoarse voice.
“If you pledge allegiance to me like they do, I can let you go back to the Black Werewolf tribe and even have them help you improve your ranking as heir. We can then cooperate with each other.”
"Give me some information about the werewolf clan and their resources, and I'll help you eliminate the other heirs and ultimately ascend to the throne of the Black Werewolf Chieftain," Chen Feng said coldly, his longsword hovering above Hei Cang's head.
"I agree," Hei Cang said dejectedly at the end.
"Then open your mind and accept my slave seal."
Chen Feng's expression was solemn as his hands continuously formed complex and mysterious hand seals, emanating a powerful aura. As he chanted incantations, a final, dazzling slave seal gradually materialized in his hands.
The slave seal shimmered with an eerie light, seemingly containing boundless power and pressure. Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and he fiercely struck the slave seal towards Hei Cang's sea of consciousness!
Hei Cang felt the terrifying power approaching and his heart trembled, but he quickly made a decision—to readily open his sea of consciousness and welcome the invasion of the slave seal.
He knew all too well that if he refused, the gleaming sword hanging above his head would fall without mercy. Faced with such a life-or-death choice, Hei Cang had no choice but to obediently follow Chen Feng's orders.
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