Chapter 433 – Mo Feng: Mu Lin? That's Lord Shao Jun!

The overwhelming tide of insects had suppressed them to the point of having no means to fight back, filling them with a resolve to face death.

Yet, the Agricultural Militia arrived, and in less than three minutes, the sky-blotting swarm of insects was completely cleared away.

Looking at the layers upon layers of grotesque and terrifying insect corpses piled on the ground, Mo Feng felt utterly bewildered.

He couldn’t understand how the Agricultural Militia could be so powerful.

“But that doesn’t make sense either. If they were truly this strong, why were they constantly pushed back before, to the point where we had to travel thousands of miles to rescue them?”

Mo Feng’s subordinates, like Leng Chen, couldn’t answer his questions.

Instead, Mo Feng himself came up with several speculations.

“This large-scale extermination of insects likely wasn’t Old Master Hetian’s doing. His methods wouldn’t have been like this… Could it be that Zhang Hemiao or Sheng Cang made a breakthrough?”

“But that doesn’t seem right either. Given their talent and strength, there’s no way they could have broken through. Otherwise, Old Celestial Master Hetian wouldn’t have gone all the way to the Southern Province to invite Mu Lin…”

“Wait… Could all of this have been done by Mu Lin?”

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Mo Feng was stunned.

“That shouldn’t be possible. Even if he is exceptionally talented, he’s only at the Mortal Shedding stage. If he could truly accomplish something like this, it would be utterly insane…”

Lost in thought, Mo Feng remained where he was. Meanwhile, Zhang Hemiao and Sheng Cang, seeing the Black Fiend Legion approaching, went to greet them.

“What brings you all here… Were you coming to rescue us?”

Mo Feng let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh:

“That was indeed our intention, but it seems we were just being presumptuous.”

“No, no, there’s no such thing as being presumptuous. We’re very grateful for the help from the Black Fiend Legion. We all live in the Northern Lands and should support one another.”

Although Zhang Hemiao understood the Black Fiend Legion’s intentions the moment they arrived, she acknowledged that they had still sent troops. Under normal circumstances, their intervention would indeed have alleviated the pressure on the Agricultural Militia.

Thus, she accepted this favor.

Her attitude eased Mo Feng’s mind, bringing him some comfort.

Unable to contain his curiosity and eager to learn more about the Agricultural Militia’s situation, Mo Feng finally voiced his doubts.

“General Hemiao, what exactly is going on? I remember you were previously no match for the insect horde. Why now…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but Zhang Hemiao understood his meaning.

Personally, she didn’t want to reveal Mu Lin’s situation, as it would attract the attention of other legions—once they learned about Mu Lin, they would undoubtedly try every means to recruit him.

If he left, the Agricultural Militia would be finished, reduced to their former state in an instant.

Yet, despite her reluctance, she still spoke.

She knew all too well that she couldn’t prevent others from learning about Mu Lin, nor could she stop them without straining their relationship.

With a sigh, she said:

“All of this was done by our young army master, Mu Lin…”

“It really was him!”

Before Zhang Hemiao could finish, Mo Feng jumped up in shock.

His expression twisted slightly from sheer astonishment as he exclaimed, “How old is he? How long has he been cultivating? How can he be so powerful?”

He couldn’t understand it, and neither could Zhang Hemiao.

However, even though she didn’t understand it in her heart, her gratitude and concern for Mu Lin were genuine.

Because of this, she couldn’t tolerate others questioning Mu Lin.

“Don’t compare yourself to Young Army Lord Mu Lin. He is the world’s acknowledged number one Prodigy, so it’s only natural that his talent is outstanding.”

“Moreover, I believe that the number ones of other eras were only capable of reaching first place, but for our Young Army Lord, it’s the ranking of first that limits him.”

“…”

Zhang Hemiao’s praise of Mu Lin as “unprecedented and unmatched” left Mo Feng utterly speechless.

He wanted to say that it was a bit too much.

But as he looked at the insect corpses covering the ground around them, recalling how difficult they were to deal with, yet in Mu Lin’s hands, these monsters were swept away as easily as clay chickens and pottery dogs, his words gradually died in his throat.

Soon enough, he too began to sing Mu Lin’s praises.

It wasn’t his fault for doing so; Mu Lin’s subsequent actions were simply too significant.

After occupying this area, Mu Lin’s body in the Netherworld did not disperse or leave.

—Because he had seized too many Blessed Lands at once and couldn’t digest them all, Mu Lin only planned to advance this far.

  And since he intended to occupy this place, Mu Lin naturally wanted to manage it well.

Therefore, he first used the Sky-Scraping Spell to condense a City God Divine Position.

The next moment, the City God Divine Position merged with Mu Lin’s Clone here, and then both completely fused with the local Spirit Vein, becoming the City God of this place.

“Boom!”

As the City God, Mu Lin inherently possessed the ability to manipulate and regulate Spirit Veins.

Under Mu Lin’s control, the Spirit Vein, which had been thrown into chaos by the insect infestation, gradually smoothed out.

However, during this process, Mu Lin also discovered that due to the deaths of many people and the anomalous power brought by the Alien Realm Demonic Fiends, the Spirit Vein and the land here were polluted by strange Forbidden Power, mixed with a great deal of Resentment.

Living in such a place, ordinary people easily fell ill, and animals were prone to turning into maddened demonic monsters.

Even Cultivators found it difficult to survive here.

Fortunately, as part of the three realms of heaven, earth, and the underworld, Hell and the Netherworld Palace were specifically designed to handle such matters.

Although Mu Lin’s King Yama was not a complete form, it could still manage this.

“Hum…”

At his thought, countless strands of Resentment and Baleful Qi from this land rapidly gathered, then transformed into the Flame of Retribution, blazing fiercely beside him.

“With this flame, I feel the Eight Hot Hells can be fully established.”

The Resentment turned into the Flame of Retribution, and other strange, inexplicable forces were also collected by Mu Lin.

These bizarre and dangerous things could serve as construction materials for other hells.

Within the hells, they would both punish evildoers and gradually be assimilated inside the hells themselves.

“When these strange and dangerous forces are completely digested, they will become Torture Devices within the hells, part of the hells’ reserve of force.”

…

Most of the dangerous, anomalous forces from the Alien Realm belonged to Yin-type energy. They existed on the periphery of the Yang World, elusive and hard to detect.

Coincidentally, the Netherworld Palace was also located here, which made it easy for Mu Lin, who controlled the Netherworld, to distinguish them, and to seal, imprison, and assimilate them by category.

However, as the King Yama, possessing the Vow Power Heart Flame that governs all, he could easily sort out these forces, but others did not have such capability.

For instance, the areas occupied by the Black Fiend Legion, where they fought against various demons and monsters, were inevitably contaminated by the power of Anomalies.

Countless deaths further filled the land they inhabited with Resentment, breeding numerous evil spirits.

The original Blessed Lands, due to pollution, had all become wastelands.

Such a waste had previously caused Mo Feng great distress and sorrow.

But in the past, since other regions were the same, he would not say anything.

Today, however, everything had changed.

He witnessed with his own eyes how this polluted land was visibly restoring itself at a rapid pace. The various sinister forces of Anomalies and endless Resentment had all vanished without a trace—though not entirely. Many of the anomalous forces, Mu Lin could not quickly digest; he could only gather them in the Netherworld and temporarily seal them away.

Of course, these things were invisible to Mo Feng.

Even if he had seen them, he would not have cared… Sealed in the Netherworld and unable to affect reality, it was almost no different from elimination.

This power to cleanse the pollution of Blessed Lands was something he greatly desired for the Black Fiend Legion.

“If we could restore the polluted Blessed Lands, it would alleviate immense resource pressure for us.”

Soon, Mo Feng discovered that Mu Lin could assist them in far more than just organizing Earth Veins and purifying the pollution of Blessed Lands.

“What did you say? Mu Lin can temporarily seal Forbidden Power, preventing this dangerous force from spreading, and can also detect infiltrating anomalies within humans from a soul perspective?”

“Besides that, he can grant soldiers immense power? And with no side effects at all?!”

After learning about all the things Mu Lin had done since arriving in Tianshi City and the Agricultural Militia, Mo Feng had only one thought:

“Damn it, back in Tianwu City, I should have invited Mu Lin with all my might. Forget two years’ worth of resources—even ten years, as long as we could bring Mu Lin back, we would still come out ahead!”

After his regret, he shamelessly added:

“Mu Lin… no, Young Army Lord, does he have time? Our Black Wraith Army would wholeheartedly welcome him to visit the Black Mountain Range.”

(End of Chapter)