Chen Feng's spiritual power spread rapidly in all directions like a tide, like an invisible net that instantly covered the surrounding space.
He keenly sensed that this was an ordinary eighth-order formation, its function being to isolate all movement and aura, completely shutting the courtyard off from the outside world.
The courtyard was quiet, without a breath of wind, as if time had frozen there.
The surrounding walls were tall and thick, giving a sense of oppression. The ground was paved with bluestone slabs, covered with the marks of time.
In the middle of the courtyard stands an ancient tree with lush foliage, resembling a giant green umbrella, adding a touch of life to this quiet courtyard.
Five or six people were hiding in a room in the courtyard. The room was dimly lit, and there was a faint smell of dust in the air.
The strongest was a mid-stage seventh-rank martial artist. He was burly, with a resolute face and eyes that revealed determination and confidence.
The others were eighth and ninth-rank martial artists, some sitting and some standing, their expressions tense as they watched the entrance to the room.
Han Qingzi and Yao Xueer carefully helped Chen Feng into the room on the left and gently placed him on the bed.
Then, Yao Xueer nodded to Han Qingzi, turned and walked towards the room on the right, where the other people were. Her steps were very light, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
"Your Excellency, we have brought Chen Feng, the top freshman of the Savage Martial Arts University and the tenth-ranked student in last year's Great Xia College Entrance Examination, here after getting him drunk."
This person is extraordinary; he has nearly ten thousand battle merits, which is astonishing. If he hadn't taken the initiative to come and buy the house, I wouldn't have discovered this big fish.
According to the intelligence we have, Chen Feng is from Jiangzhou. His parents were originally staff members of a research institute, but they died in an attack by the Wolf God Cult more than a year ago, so he is an orphan.
Chen Feng was originally of average talent, but after his parents died, he must have been stimulated and suddenly became enlightened. He quickly showed great talent and made a name for himself in the college entrance examination.
Your Excellency, I understand that Chen Feng hates the Wolf God Cult to the core, so his choice to study at the Wilderness Martial Arts University is probably to kill more werewolves.
He despises the Wolf God Cult, but he shouldn't harbor any hatred towards our Blood God Cult. Therefore, we captured him to request the envoy to bestow upon him a drop of slave blood, turning him into a blood slave so we can cultivate him into our Blood God Cult's trump card.
After Yao Xue'er entered the room with light steps, she knelt down without hesitation, lowered her head, and reported the situation in detail to the middle-aged man sitting upright in front of her.
Her voice was clear and firm, as if every word carried a heavy responsibility and mission.
First, Yao Xueer recounted their in-depth investigation into Chen Feng's background, but the scope was limited to Chen Feng's experiences and past in Jiangzhou.
As for Chen Feng's various deeds during his time at the Wilderness Martial Arts University, they learned almost nothing, only that he was the top freshman at the university.
Aside from that, more information about Chen Feng seems to be only gleaned from his own previous statements.
After listening to Yao Xueer's report, the Blood God Envoy nodded slightly in approval.
His deep, pool-like eyes gleamed with shrewdness as he spoke slowly:
"Excellent! Let's give it a try. If we can successfully transform a gifted individual into a blood slave under our command, then our Blood God Cult will surely usher in a period of vigorous development and regain its former glory!"
His words revealed a confident and determined spirit.
However, just as everyone was immersed in their hopes for a bright future, an unexpected event occurred—in the next room, Chen Feng, who had been silent all along, suddenly made a move.
He seemed to wake up from a dream, and in a daze, he turned over and struggled to stand up.
Perhaps because he was not fully awake, or perhaps influenced by some mysterious force, Chen Feng inexplicably reached out and tightly grabbed Han Qingzi beside him, and his hand happened to land on Han Qingzi's high and full breasts...
"Ah—" Han Qingzi cried out in pain because Chen Feng's grip was a bit too strong. This cry was like a sharp sword, piercing the tranquility of the room.
Chen Feng was startled by the sudden shout, and his hand loosened its grip as if it had been burned.
He walked towards the door. His steps were unsteady, as if each step required tremendous effort.
"Little Feng, what do you want to do? If you want some water, I'll get you some." Han Qingzi quickly stepped forward to help him and asked.
"I don't want to drink water, I want to pee. Pee, I want to pee!" Chen Feng shouted.
"Release the water? What do you mean?" Han Qingzi asked, puzzled, not understanding at first.
However, after Chen Feng left the room, he immediately started to unzip his pants. Han Qingzi instantly realized that he wanted to urinate, but said that he was just relieving himself, which almost caught her off guard.
"Slow down, don't fall." Han Qingzi reluctantly let go of him; she couldn't keep supporting Chen Feng and watching him urinate.
Chen Feng staggered around the yard, urinating as he walked, as if the whole world was under his control.
The sound of rushing water continued, like a torrential downpour, but he didn't care at all, as if he wanted to spread the stench throughout the entire yard.
The air in the yard was filled with a pungent odor, making people instinctively cover their noses and mouths. The ground was wet, with urine flowing everywhere, mixing with the dust to create a nauseating scene.
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