Chapter 1104: Chapter 1104

"Once something goes into this divine beast's pocket, it is as good as gone!"

Despicable Donkey's eyes bulged as he glared at Ling Feng. How dare this brat set his sights on this divine beast again!

Back in the Demon Ruler's palace, Ling Feng had nearly squeezed him dry. The Essence Blood Pearl was his lifeline, a treasure for recovery. Unlike Ling Feng, he had no Mu Qianxue silently supporting him behind the scenes.

"Keeping everything to yourself never fattens anyone. There are two left. One for you and one for me. Good things are meant to be shared!"

Ling Feng knew this Despicable Donkey's temperament well. He always put up a front, yet beneath that bluster was a soft heart. The moment Ling Feng opened his mouth, the beast had already given in, even if he pretended otherwise.

Of course, he still had to put on a show of reluctance. A shameless creature always needed to act as if it had some pride!

In the end, Ling Feng promised that the next time they found a great treasure, Despicable Donkey would take the lion's share. Only then did Despicable Donkey grudgingly pull out an Essence Blood Pearl and hand it over.

In truth, with their cooperation, it was only a matter of time before they discovered treasures far more valuable than Essence Blood Pearls.

Ling Feng already held two of the Five Emperors Seals, as well as the Divine Desolation Treasure Box, hailed as the supreme treasure of the Xuanling Continent. That alone amounted to two unimaginable fortunes!

With the Essence Blood Pearl in hand, Ling Feng went into seclusion for two days.

Those two days were enough for his depleted elemental force to return. Thanks to Mu Qianxue sacrificing her divine blood to reforge his foundation, his realm had fluctuated up and down, yet with such a solid base, no lasting harm remained.

Since he had already broken through once before, this time there were no bottlenecks. Over two days, Ling Feng restored himself smoothly to the third level of the Spiritual Element Realm, and the pearl still held half its strength.

The last time he had nearly died when the pearl's violent power almost tore him apart. This time, he dared not swallow it whole. Instead, he absorbed and refined it bit by bit. It was slower but much safer.

Two days later, Ling Feng and Despicable Donkey emerged from seclusion.

Afraid that Ling Feng might covet his last Essence Blood Pearl, Despicable Donkey promptly swallowed it whole. With his Demon Emperor-level physique, he managed to endure it.

After this recovery, Despicable Donkey regained seventy to eighty percent of his strength. With the pearl's lingering power, once he finished digesting it, he would likely break through to mid-tier Demon Emperor.

There was only one day left before the deadline set by the Demon-Masked Lord, Lin Canglang. Ling Feng dared not waste time. He ordered Li Bufan to lead the Tianfeng Battalion back to Tianmang Fortress, while he set out for the Wind-Burial Plains where Lin Canglang awaited. Get full chapters from 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁

At that moment, Jiang Xiaofan's voice came from outside. He rushed into the command tent, his brows furrowed. "Big Brother… Senior Sister Lin… she's gone!"

Ling Feng's expression darkened. No explanation was needed. That woman had gone to the Wind-Burial Plains on her own.

It was about her father. Even so, both of them. There was no way she could sit still.

"Big Brother, it's my fault. I saw Senior Sister Lin staying in camp this whole time, but this morning she was gone."

Jiang Xiaofan looked at Ling Feng apologetically, not daring to meet his eyes.

Ling Feng patted his shoulder to ease his guilt.

With Lin Xian'er's cunning, if she truly wanted to slip away, Jiang Xiaofan would never be able to stop her.

Though he was no longer the naive village boy he once was, his thoughts were still too straightforward.

"This is not the time for blame."

Ling Feng sighed softly. "It seems I was wrong to insist back then. Now, the only hope is to find her on the road. If she falls into Lin Canglang's hands…"

His brows drew tighter. Lin Canglang had already abandoned every trace of humanity. There was no chance he would show any fatherly affection toward Lin Xian'er.

"Xiaofan, go with Bufan and Yan'er back to Tianmang Fortress. Once I rescue her, I will return to join you."

"Big Brother, I…" Jiang Xiaofan clenched his fists, struggling to speak.

"I know. You want to come with me. The Demon-Masked Lord is the one who destroyed your village and slaughtered your people. But his strength is unfathomable. At his side stands the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord, whose power has reached the emperor level. I have Despicable Donkey with me. You, however, would only slow me down. If you truly wish not to burden me, then say no more."

Jiang Xiaofan bit hard on his lip, silent for a long moment, before finally nodding with determination.

"Do not worry. This time, I will end every debt, both old and new."

A flash of cold light crossed Ling Feng's eyes. Murderous intent surged within him, then vanished without a trace.

It was time to end it!

The Wind-Burial Plains earned its name from the colossal hurricanes that swept across the land. Those storms were so violent that even cultivators of the Transformation Realm would suffer heavily if caught within.

The gales stretched across five hundred li, making this border between the demon domain of Nanjiang and the Tianbai Empire a perilous place.

Neither humans nor demons dared linger there.

For that reason, Demon-Masked Lord had chosen it as the secret stronghold of the Blood God Cult.

Though the battle on Yanming Sea Island had gravely weakened the cult, its followers still occupied the Wind-Burial Plains in large numbers, spreading across the region like a hidden net.

Anyone who entered the plains would immediately fall under their surveillance.

"Damn it, this is already the third day. What if Ling Feng has lost his nerve and doesn't dare to come?"

Two Blood God cultists crouched in a pile of rocks. One bald brute cursed impatiently. "Master has us keeping watch day and night, but after all this time we haven't seen even a ghost's shadow. What kind of nonsense is this?"

"Enough grumbling. If Master appears suddenly, you'll lose your head," said the skinny one beside him. His voice was calm. "The Wind-Burial Plain is a deathtrap. If it were me, I wouldn't come either. A master, a parent... who would risk their life for that?"

"Heh, true enough. Who still believes in that nonsense about respecting a master like a father for life?"

The bald man sneered, then stretched lazily. "Why keep watching so seriously? Old Huang, you take the first shift. I'll catch some sleep."

Suddenly, his nose twitched. He froze, and his eyes lit up.

"Wait. Damn it. I smell a girl."