Chapter 1545: Chapter 1545: The Dark Frontline

Lin Shanshan was nibbling on a chicken leg with one hand, twirling the Golden Jiao Scissors with the other, standing beside Lin Yingying watching the excitement.

This world suppresses too much, and one couldn’t rely on spiritual power to activate magic artifacts.

But both sisters had Phoenix True Blood, allowing them to use their essential Qi to fight enemies.

If not for this, Lin Shanshan would have already unleashed the Golden Jiao Scissors.

She shook her head, pretending to sigh, “How many heroes in this world? Only my brother-in-law!”

Lin Yingying smiled and patted her head, curiously asking, “Did your brother-in-law fool around in the Secret Realm?”

Ever since she came back, Lin Shanshan hadn’t properly talked with the intelligence officer who stayed by Long Fei’s side.

Lin Shanshan squinted her eyes and smiled, “Do you hope there was or wasn’t?”

“Nonsense!”

Lin Yingying gave her a look.

Lin Shanshan reached out, “I saw your fruit platter isn’t finished yet, give it to me, and little sister will tell you everything honestly.”

“You’re negotiating conditions with me?”

Lin Yingying curled her lips and took out the fruit platter from the Storage Ring for her.

Lin Shanshan eagerly stuffed a piece of peach into her mouth and truthfully told Lin Yingying, “You have to trust your man, he doesn’t seem interested in women. However, some girls did try to attract him, but he ignored them. Of course, Sister Little Ya is an exception. They met once, but then they were separated by Little Ya’s fierce mother.”

Lin Yingying asked her, “You mean Xie Sanniang?”

Lin Shanshan nodded, “Right, the Sect Master of Mystic Yin Sect. She doesn’t get along with my brother-in-law at all, always fighting upon meeting. Sister Little Ya and brother-in-law’s relationship could have been settled, but she kept interfering, dragging their affairs until now.”

Lin Yingying squinted her eyes, smiling, “You keep calling her Sister Little Ya, are you that close?”

Lin Shanshan giggled, “Aren’t you? Although the three of us aren’t siblings by blood, we now share the same blood. Every time I see her, there is a natural affection, like we were sisters in a past life.”

Lin Yingying sighed, “Love struggles, let me help them when I get into the Secret Realm. Without me, the chief wife, nothing gets done by your brother-in-law.”

Lin Shanshan clung to her arm, “Dear sister, you are so generous, why not let your sister marry your man too? With him, I get to eat Spirit Fruit every day, with an abundance of delicious delicacies, I’m content for life.”

“Why does that sound so twisted to me?”

Lin Yingying tugged her ear, clearly telling her, “No way, don’t even think about it.”

“Hmph!”

Lin Shanshan pouted, “Just now you called us close sisters! A little benefit and we aren’t close anymore?”

As Lin Yingying saw Long Fei returning, she pinched Lin Shanshan’s back quietly, “Hush now, your brother-in-law’s back, don’t let him hear.”

Lin Shanshan popped a Star Moon Fruit into her mouth, watching Long Fei walk in with a smiling gaze.

Long Fei stored his Blood Sword and flamboyantly flipped his hair in front of the two sisters, somewhat unsatisfied, “These trash, none could fight, really boring.”

Lin Yingying and Lin Shanshan laughed and gave him a sideways glance, “Beating a few little demons, what’s there to be proud of? We don’t care to see.”

Long Fei looked at them, “Just wait, tomorrow we’ll fight a Great Demon, I guarantee you will be thrilled.”

“Stop bragging!”

Lin Yingying and Lin Shanshan chuckled, turning in to check Sophia’s condition.

Sophia was meditating with her eyes closed, and Lin Shanshan worried she might run out of essential Qi, so she gave her a piece of peach.

She also gave Soria a piece, leaving only two pieces of peach fruit in the earthenware bowl, all given to others.

In terms of generosity, she was quite generous.

Long Fei looked at the two Blood Servants concentrating, “Simply refining the body, in the end, won’t yield the Great Path. I’ve imparted the Spatial Law of the Winged Demon Race, study it seriously, it might come in handy.”

This Spatial Law, Long Fei had passed on to quite a few.

The Great Path is profound and difficult to understand, expressible only in feeling, not in words, and during cultivation, it depends on each person’s comprehension.

With a finger pointing, he conveyed into the Sophia Sisters’ Divine Sea all the Spatial Laws he had comprehended.

Their bloodline wasn’t bat-like; they were indeed of the Winged Demon Race.

Long Fei’s Spatial Law was sourced from the princess of the Winged Demon Race.

The Sophia Sisters kneeled on one knee to salute Long Fei, each sitting down quietly immediately.

Long Fei set up a fire, roasting the fresh Azure Dragon Meat stored in the Storage Ring, seating around with Lin Yingying and Lin Shanshan, waiting for Chu Feng and others to arrive.

In an underground laboratory of Area 51, a group of demonizers fled back, and a leader hurried down to find the head, Zhang Yang.

This basement was massive, and Zhang Yang was overseeing a new batch of demonizers in an incubator warehouse.

They were kept individually in egg-shaped incubators, filled with turbid mucus.

After genetic mutation, the inside of the demonizers would burn like flames.

This mucus could help demonizers digest these side effects, allowing safe mutation.

Just this warehouse alone contained over a thousand demonizers.

These were either followers of darkness or unemployed people mixed in the lower strata, as well as illegal border crossers, enticed by money and power post-mutation.

Such people are everywhere in America.

Zhang Yang was very confident that within three years, his demonizer warriors could rule the world.

Beside him, a person with tiger-like stripes murmured to Zhang Yang, “That person came and killed 6,859 of our demonizers, even the Black Hawk Envoy is dead.”

“Good, they came to us voluntarily, saving us the trouble. Now, new grudges and old can be settled together.”

Zhang Yang furrowed his brows, unfazed by Long Fei’s sudden appearance.

He heard Long Fei’s name in the Secret Realm, maybe previously he would’ve felt intimidated.

But now, he wanted to challenge.

He instructed the tiger-striped servant, “Go invite the South Profound Senior here for a meeting, they probably want to deal with Long Fei the most now!”

“Yes!”

The tiger-striped servant cupped his fists and withdrew, his shoulders displaying tiger-like fierce muscle patterns.

An aura of might causing research staff on the path to shy away in fright.

South Profound Senior, as referred to by Zhang Yang, was indeed Zhang Hengyu from Shanghai City.

This master had cultivated for nine lifetimes.

He met Zhang Yang in the Secret Realm, gaining opportunities with the Demon Race, and returned to the secular world together.

Zhang Hengyu, with nine lifetimes of cultivation, naturally knew what the Demon Race was.

His opportunity differed from Zhang Yang’s, who received a Demonic Blood baptism; he obtained something even more formidable.

The reason he returned was that he knew there was a shocking Magical Treasure in the secular world.

Once seized, it might even possess the power to challenge the Three Realms.

He returned to the secular world for this Magical Treasure.

Zhang Yang believed Zhang Hengyu would willingly stand on his side.

Because they both resented Long Fei.