novelraw Chapter 135 : “Risk” Investment! Let’s Make a Deal
Chapter 135 : “Risk” Investment! Let’s Make a Deal
Chapter 135: “Risk” Investment! Let’s Make a Deal
The sudden shock caused everyone’s expressions to change.
“Damn it! How could it awaken ahead of time!”
For the first time, panic appeared on Feng Zhiruo’s cold and beautiful face.
The Feng Bo beside her also looked grave. He withdrew the palm he was about to strike and said in a deep voice:
“Miss, the aura of that thing leaked and startled them! We must end this quickly!”
Before his words fell, more than a dozen Grievance Souls of various shapes had already pounced out of the surrounding soul mist.
These Grievance Souls were shrouded in black qi, and the strength of their auras was no weaker than that of early-stage Golden Core cultivators!
Even more terrifying was that behind them, countless red eyes were densely packed, surging in from all directions!
“Form the formation! Fengming Guard, protect the miss!”
Feng Bo made a decisive call and roared loudly.
Several Golden Core cultivators of the Feng family immediately moved, forming a mysterious formation that protected Feng Zhiruo in the center.
Streams of sharp sword light and blazing spells continuously bombarded the charging Grievance Souls.
Their attacks were indeed powerful. Every strike made a Grievance Soul howl miserably as black qi scattered.
But their fighting style was exactly as Chu Feng had said — far too “heavy-asset”!
Every single spell was accompanied by violent spiritual energy consumption.
Facing this seemingly endless sea of souls, they were like giant elephants stuck in a swamp. Though immensely strong, every struggle consumed massive stamina.
In just a short moment, two Feng family cultivators turned pale, clearly having overdrawn their spiritual energy.
On the other side, however, Chu Feng’s “makeshift crew” presented a completely different picture.
“Old Zhao, three o’clock on the left, that octopus-looking one — greet it with a ‘Soul-Breaking Bomb’!”
“Daniu, hold the front! Don’t let that big guy break the formation!”
“Wu Hao, pay attention to calculating ‘ammo’ consumption and ‘loot’ capture rate!”
Chu Feng’s voice rang clearly across the chaotic battlefield. He did not personally make a move, but calmly commanded like a seasoned general.
Zhang Daniu stood firmly at the very front like an iron tower. He used no flashy spells at all, only pouring spiritual energy into his door-plank-sized giant axe. Each swing precisely blocked or slapped away a Grievance Soul’s assault, using minimal effort to cause maximum disruption.
Zhao Wuji crouched sneakily behind Zhang Daniu, occasionally pulling out egg-sized black pellets covered in runes from his storage pouch and hurling them with all his strength.
“Take this — Ascension Group honorary product, ‘Soul-Breaker No.1 · Youth Edition’!”
The “Soul-Breaking Bomb” exploded among the Grievance Souls. There was no earth-shattering bang, only an invisible wave of soul shock that spread outward.
The affected Grievance Souls immediately froze, swaying as if drunk, their offensive momentum slowing dramatically.
At that moment, Wu Hao moved.
His figure was ghostlike as he flung out sheets of specially made large nets shimmering with silver light.
The nets expanded in the wind, accurately covering the Grievance Souls stunned by the “Soul-Breaking Bombs.” The runes on the nets instantly lit up, binding the souls tightly so they could not move.
The entire sequence flowed smoothly, their coordination reaching perfection!
In just a short time, not only had they barely consumed any spiritual energy, they had already successfully “captured” seven or eight Golden Core–level Grievance Souls!
This scene left the Feng family members, who were struggling bitterly, staring with eyes about to pop out.
This… what kind of fighting style was this?
Why did those seemingly ordinary black pellets and fishing-net-like objects work so well against Grievance Souls?
Why did these country bumpkins cooperate so flawlessly, as if they had rehearsed this thousands of times?
The shock in Feng Zhiruo’s heart was beyond words.
It was the first time she realized that combat could be like this.
Efficient, precise, low-consumption!
“Roar!”
Just as she was momentarily distracted, a “Soul King” whose aura far surpassed ordinary Grievance Souls, nearly reaching Golden Core peak, broke through Feng Bo’s defensive perimeter. A sharp claw carrying bone-chilling yin wind went straight for her face!
Feng Zhiruo’s face drained of color. In haste, she could only condense a spiritual energy shield.
“Crack!”
The shield shattered instantly!
Just as the claw was about to strike her face, a burly figure appeared out of nowhere in front of her.
It was Zhang Daniu!
He roared furiously, and the door-plank giant axe in his hands smashed down with tremendous force onto the Soul King’s claw!
“Bang!”
With a loud boom, Zhang Daniu was shaken back three steps, his qi and blood surging. But that Soul King was also sent flying by him!
“Miss Feng, what are you spacing out for? Losing focus on the battlefield is a major ‘workplace taboo’.”
Chu Feng’s voice drifted over calmly.
At some point, he had already arrived not far from Feng Zhiruo. Behind him, Wu Hao and Zhao Wuji were binding the Soul King that had been knocked away with a reinforced “Soul-Suppressing Net,” tying it up tightly.
Feng Zhiruo stared at Chu Feng’s face, which carried a hint of teasing amusement. She clenched her silver teeth, her expression shifting between green and white.
She, the dignified eldest miss of the Feng family, had actually been saved by a mud-legged nobody from the Eastern Wasteland!
“Miss Feng, see that? This is our Ascension Group’s ‘light-asset’ fighting style.”
Chu Feng seemed not to notice her ugly expression and began his on-site “roadshow.”
“Your approach consumes too much spiritual energy, has low efficiency, and your input-output ratio isn’t even one-fifth of ours.”
“Now that the Soul King has appeared, even bigger ones will keep coming. With just you, you won’t last a quarter of an hour.”
He spread his hands and smiled warmly.
“So, I’m giving you an opportunity now — an opportunity to ‘invest technology’ into our team.”
“We provide ‘tactical support’ and ‘specialized pills.’ Your Feng family acts as the ‘main output,’ jointly dealing with this ‘market risk.’”
“As for the spoils — these captured soul bodies — we can divide them according to ‘contribution degree.’”
Chu Feng smiled and said,
“Well? Miss Feng, think about it? This ‘risk investment’ is guaranteed profit, no loss.”
Feng Zhiruo stared at Chu Feng intensely. She really wanted to slash that hateful smiling face with her sword.
But reason told her that everything Chu Feng said was true.
Over there, Feng Bo was already entangled by three Soul Kings and could barely fend for himself.
Several members of her Fengming Guard were already injured, their spiritual energy nearly exhausted.
If this continued, they really would be wiped out!
“Fine!”
In the end, Feng Zhiruo squeezed out a single word through clenched teeth.
“I’ll cooperate with you!”
Her proud head lowered for the first time before this “madman” and “mud-legged nobody” in her eyes.
“A wise choice.”
Chu Feng nodded in satisfaction.
“But!”
Feng Zhiruo immediately added. She could not completely lose control.
“Cooperation is fine, but all actions must be led by me!”
“Of course.”
Chu Feng’s reply caught her off guard.
“The CEO can be you.”
He paused, revealing a fox-like smile, and pointed at Wu Hao, who was tallying the “loot” nearby.
“But the one responsible for distributing the spoils and calculating everyone’s contribution — the CFO (Chief Financial Officer) — must be my person.”