Chapter 186 - 171: Bandits

Although that name was already on the tip of his tongue, no matter what, he was unable to utter Lin Fang’s name, so anxious he wanted to jump up and down.

Seeing this, the Demon Master revealed a look that said ’as expected’. He smiled slightly and took out an object from his bosom.

It was a feather, a brilliant red one that resembled a blazing flame; its mere appearance instantly raised the temperature in the room.

"Phoenix Feather!" Black Tiger recognized the treasure before him; it was once the Demon Court’s most valuable treasure.

The Demon Master took out the Phoenix Feather and softly recited an incantation. Black Tiger immediately felt the constraint binding him lighten and hastily recited Lin Fang’s name.

As soon as the words fell, the feather in the Demon Master’s hands turned to ash and scattered in the air.

This treasure of the Demon Court had been used many times before. Each use would merely dim its glow, but after being placed in a volcano for some time, it would recover. He hadn’t expected that this time it would turn directly into ash.

The Demon Master looked at the feather disintegrating in his hands and let out a deep sigh. It pained him to witness such a treasure destroyed like this.

After all, the Demon Court of today was but a shadow of its former glory. Treasures like the Phoenix Feather were no longer abundant.

However, everything was worth it since he obtained Lin Fang’s name, which meant his trip this time was not in vain.

"Thank you!" The Demon Master sincerely expressed his gratitude to Black Tiger.

"No need for that, just consider it the last little contribution I could make to the Demon Court," said the once-great Demon Court General with a melancholy sigh.

After all, that era held an extremely important place in his life. Despite claiming to want no further involvement in disputes, he was still willing to help the Demon Court within his capacity.

"Regardless, this matter is of utmost importance for the revival of the Demon Court. We will all remember your kindness," The Demon Master said, his voice filled with newfound enthusiasm, as if he saw a glimpse of hope for the Demon Court’s resurgence.

"I hope that’s the case," Black Tiger said wistfully.

The Demon Master, however, smiled resolutely and then gradually vanished from Black Tiger’s sight.

Gazing at the empty room, Black Tiger, the former Demon Clan Great General, sighed deeply. The scenes of war seemed to flicker before him once more.

It’s a pity that he could no longer lead the charge.

Lin Fang, who had left this place, naturally didn’t know that his name had caused the legendary Demon Court to lose an incredibly precious treasure.

At this moment, he was strolling through the forests of Luzhou in the North, the refreshing breeze caressing his cheeks, making him feel invigorated among the wave-like woods.

Of course, his mood would have been even better if not for the monsters in front of him.

Indeed, Lin Fang had once again encountered a robbery not long after leaving the city gates.

While Luzhou in the North was rife with bandits, the frequency with which Lin Fang encountered them made him think he was plagued by bad luck.

Fortunately, the Shariputra in the Glazed Glass Tower was all right; otherwise, he would be extremely nervous.

Looking at the ragtag group of monsters in front of him, one of them, wearing a Leopard Head and a deep scar on his face, was arrogantly saying, "I advise you all to behave. Otherwise, my Treasure Blade is not kind to the eyes."

After speaking, he even stuck out his tongue and licked the rust-stained Treasure Blade, making a very fierce expression.

This was probably a common problem among the robbers of Luzhou in the North—they always tried to show off their ferocity.

"As a penniless man, what do you all think you can rob from me?" Lin Fang said, spreading his hands.

A very small monster next to that monster immediately ran to its boss and said, "Boss, this guy really seems to be a pauper, he doesn’t have anything valuable on him."

After all, all of Lin Fang’s possessions had been stored inside the Treasure.

"What, dressed so well and he’s actually a pauper? Impossible, search him thoroughly," the leading monster couldn’t believe it.

Lin Fang looked down at his own clothes and realized that this was the reason he had been targeted repeatedly.

However, his outfit would have been quite ordinary in Xiniu Continent, but being in Luzhou in the North, he might as well have had the words "fat sheep" written in large letters on him.

"You like my clothes as well? I had to borrow quite a bit of money to afford them," Lin Fang said with a smile.

In reality, these clothes were woven out of silk threads by the Butterfly Demons as a thank you for his shelter. Although they didn’t look particularly lavish, they were actually incredibly valuable.

You should know that most of the Demon Clan are rather crude, with very few monsters skilled in weaving, except for the likes of Butterfly Demons and Butterfly Figures. Other monsters simply couldn’t do such delicate work.

Therefore, in the market, a garment created by Butterfly Demons could often fetch a high price.

"Damn it, today is just not my day. Earlier I caught a mute kid, and now a pauper. If you’re poor, so be it, but why buy such expensive things? Don’t you know to save some money for self-defense?"

This monster was actually offering earnest advice to Lin Fang, hoping that next time Lin Fang would carry valuables when leaving home. If everyone were like him, their robbery business would be in trouble.

"Boss, this kid looks fair and tender, why not sell him to Nine Tails City? I’ve heard that some people there particularly like this type, and he could fetch a good price," another monster suggested.

Upon hearing this, the monster’s eyes suddenly brightened. He walked slowly up to Lin Fang, looked him over, and then nodded, "Had you not mentioned it, I wouldn’t have noticed. This kid indeed looks delicate; probably been pampered his whole life. Do you have contacts in Nine Tails City?"

"Don’t worry, boss, I know someone there, we’d definitely get a good price this time."

"Haha, you hear that, kid? You’re in luck! If a powerful Demon King in Nine Tails City takes a fancy to you, you’ll be soaring high."

"Stay still, we’ll bring you there. Otherwise, a scratch on your pretty face and you won’t fetch a good price anymore."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fang was shocked by the monster’s words. Good grief, these bandits also had a sideline as human traffickers; their business was really getting more varied.

"Is that so?" Lin Fang said solemnly, but the mana in his body was already surging wildly.

The monsters were crushed by this sudden overwhelming aura, one after another they couldn’t help but prostrate on the ground, struggling to raise their heads to see Lin Fang still standing in place.

They felt as if he were a towering mountain, an aura so formidable that even the powerful Demon Kings didn’t possess such presence.

"Damn it, today is just bad luck," the Leopard Head monster cursed inwardly.