Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams
Chapter 290 - 174: Stirring the Holy City_2

Chapter 290: Chapter 174: Stirring the Holy City_2

As long as it is transmuted, it will be absorbed immediately.

So...

"Wait a little longer."

He thought of one of the real purposes of this trip, the Awakening Technique of the Life Seed.

It would be best to obtain the Technique first and then transmute and absorb this item to ensure the maximum effect.

With his mind made up, he put the Snake Skin Bag and the Snake Spirit Fruit back into his bosom.

The Green Armor Form slowly dissipated, and the panel in front of him quietly emerged.

[Green Armor LV4: 68/100]

[Heart of Glory LV3: 8/100]

The Fear Value was just as always, standard, not too much.

Even when facing death, the Snake-men here still hold faith in the great Snake God, limiting their fear.

As for the Heart of Glory.

The Holy Shield Giant is already a Fifth-tier creature, the lesser Fourth Rank Snake-men are naturally weak nourishment.

Still, he wasn’t disappointed; at least progress was being made.

In contrast, Chen Feng was more concerned about the several strong presences that were stirred up within the Holy City.

All of them were above Fourth Rank, far stronger than him now.

This completely dismissed his plans of going to the Holy City to ask for the Life Seed Technique or forcefully entering the city to seize the Obsidian.

Everything was back to square one, but it made him even more cautious.

In the end, looking out at the black market town beyond the Green Field Swamp, Chen Feng began to consider his plans.

...

One day later.

At the foothills of the Holy City, where the black market town was located.

"Have you heard?"

"What?"

"The Holy City is going to inspect everyone recently, especially those who haven’t awakened their Life Seeds. I heard that after a while, even we are going to be checked."

"What’s going on? Wasn’t everything fine?"

"Did you forget the commotion yesterday? Even the Holy City was alarmed, and a Guard Team was sent to investigate the situation..."

People’s voices and discussion. The black market town was situated under the Holy City Mountain, outside the rivers.

Brown stones were piled into a crude low wall, surrounding and guarding it, encompassing several kilometers.

Most of the buildings inside were wooden houses, with a few made of stone. One could see many pieces of cloth wrapped around sticks, inserted on rooftops, looking like flags fluttering in the wind.

Outside the low wall, at the position of the wide main gate.

There were several robust men in black wooden armor holding spears, standing to the left and right.

On the wooden watchtower, someone with a quiver on their back, holding a Wooden Bow, looked out at the vast outside world vigilantly.

Taking all this in, Chen Feng’s expression remained calm. Wrapped in a brown robe, he took a different route and headed for the town’s main gate in the low wall.

He had initially thought the Holy City would have sent people to search near the Green Field Swamp, or even be on guard nearby.

But instead, nothing had happened, and they even cleaned up the Snake-man corpses thoroughly.

After some consideration, he still decided to follow the original plan and directly enter the place to look for Molly.

Immediately after, he continued his steps.

A wide, flat road led straight to the town, with many people in the rice fields on both sides, and some in sackcloth were seen emerging from near the swamp, as if returning from a hunt.

Soon, he arrived at the town’s entrance.

Chen Feng, who planned to blend into the crowd, was stopped.

"Eh, you there, you’re new, right?"

A man in wooden armor frowned and asked, holding a long spear.

Chen Feng nodded, not worried about being found out.

He was in Green Armor Form yesterday, very different from now.

Immediately, after replying, he saw the man frown and size him up, saying in a disagreeable tone: "Entering the town, you have to give up some things. Didn’t anyone tell you the rules?"

"Rules?"

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Right, this place is under the Holy City. We gather here, naturally to be under the Holy City’s glory and protection."

With a cold face, the spear-holding man also held a black sphere in his hand.

Deeply black and profound, without a hint of light.

He glanced at the Black Pearl, as if to confirm something, and spoke even more indifferently: "So, to enter here, you need to offer coins, temporarily kept by our Falcon Corps."

"Understood?"

As his voice fell, Chen Feng was already aware of many gazes turning towards him.

The other spear-holding men in wooden armor looked mocking, the men on the watchtower gripped their Wooden Bows tighter, as if ready to draw their bows and nock arrows at any moment.

As for those who were also entering the town, some stayed on in the distance as if watching a spectacle, while others hurried away, not wanting to invite trouble.

"The Falcon Corps is really hateful, always bullying the new arrivals."

"Exactly, I was also intimidated when I first came here, paid a lot of black coins to get off the hook..."

"The Black Pearl is silent, it seems this person hasn’t awakened their Life Seed; just an ordinary person, alas..."

"Shh, keep it down, you’re done if they hear you."

After a brief Perception sweep, Chen Feng had a clear understanding and knew he was being treated like a lamb for the slaughter.

"Hurry up, make it quick!" With an impatient reprimand, the wooden armor spearman spread his hands towards him, growing restless.

Companions by his side kicked away the onlookers who were discussing the scene, telling them to scram.

"What if I don’t have any coins?" Chen Feng withdrew his Perception and responded indifferently.

"Go back where you came from."

The spearman waved his hand impatiently, a cold light flickered in Chen Feng’s eyes.

He had thought the Yellow Sand City where the Snake-man Tribe was located was already cold enough.

But at the foot of Holy City, among fellow humans?

Bang!!

A punch was thrown, a figure flew backward, smashing through a house.

Even with some restraint, the wooden armor spearman was seriously injured, prostrating and vomiting blood, falling unconscious.

Onlookers were stunned; the other Wood Armor Guards’ faces drastically changed, ready to fight upon realizing what happened.

Some held spears, others drew bows, with even a series of hurried footsteps approaching from afar.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Stamping his foot on the ground, the gravel trembled and splattered all around.

Pupu pupu pupu!

A group of Wood Armor Guards were flung backward, heads bloodied; the gravel had pierced their wooden armor and flesh.

Wails filled the air, and the sound of footsteps neared.

Looking up, he saw a group of more than a dozen Wood Armor youths with shocked and angry faces rapidly approaching, surrounding him from left and right.

But very quickly.

Before Chen Feng made a move.

Another group of seven or eight people dressed in Rattan Armor strode over quickly, standing protectively in front of him.

"Stop!!"

The cry was somewhat familiar; Chen Feng looked towards the person in Rattan Armor who had come at his side.

Holding a long spear, with jet-black hair, in his thirties, and somewhat robust.

It turned out to be one of the escapees he had saved before, a man named Wu Heng.

The people behind him were also the young and robust escapees from before, all dressed in Rattan Armor, holding iron swords, and they quickly isolated and pushed back the few Wood Armor Guards.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"We’ve been waiting for you!"

Wu Heng said excitedly, Chen Feng was somewhat surprised.

But before he could respond, the leading Wood Armor Guard spoke up with a cold voice: "Wu Heng, what do you think you’re doing?"

"Didn’t you see he injured our people from the Falcon Corps?"

"Pah!"

Turning towards them, Wu Heng spat disdainfully and said, "Everyone knows what the Falcon Corps is like."

"We’re all here huddled together for warmth, waiting for a quota to enter the city; no one ever heard that the Holy City required someone to overtake coins by force."

"If need be, we’ll all go to the Corps’ headquarters and see who’s really in the right!"

"You!" The Wood Armor Captain was clearly at a loss for words, his face an ugly mixture of anger and coldness.

Wu Heng didn’t bother with him, immediately ordering his men to clear a path, then turned to Chen Feng with reverence in his eyes, smiling respectfully: "Sir, this way, please."

"Okay."

With a slight nod, Chen Feng glanced at the group of Wood Armor Guards.

He didn’t strike again but walked off with Wu Heng, under the escort of the Rattan Armor youths, safely exiting towards the market town.

The road mixed with gravel and mud didn’t feel too rough underfoot; Perception allowed him to hear the surrounding murmurs and the low conversation of the so-called Falcon Corps members.

With a thought, Chen Feng walked along, looking at Wu Heng curiously.

"What’s going on with you guys?"

He was somewhat puzzled as to the reason for their timely appearance, and judging by their Rattan Armor and weapons, they seemed to have fared quite well here.

"Thanks to Lady Molly’s care, we didn’t encounter much trouble upon arriving here; we joined the Thorn Corps immediately..."

"Life got a lot better than before, at least we’re eating our fill now..."

"Sir, you left abruptly that day, and Lady Molly repeatedly instructed us to have someone wait at the market town entrance so that we could return the favor if you arrived..."

Chen Feng listened quietly all the way, following them through the center of the market town.

Black wooden houses in clusters; men, women, the elderly, and children, some kids playing and laughing in the open space between the houses.

Gradually, with Wu Heng’s explanation, Chen Feng understood the unique relationship between this market town and the Holy City.

As well as the so-called Corps’ power structures.

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