novelraw Chapter 449 I’m Not Ascending, I’m Just Hallucinating from Lack of Sleep
Chapter 449 I’m Not Ascending, I’m Just Hallucinating from Lack of Sleep
"To think that old fogey Lin Feng would be this generous to me today!"
Naturally, Zhang San had witnessed the commotion outside earlier.
Like countless others, he had been among the audience observing the battle in Clear Moon City.
The moment Ming Ye and Old Xi mysteriously vanished...
Zhang San immediately understood where Lin Feng had sent them.
After all, there was only one place capable of completely isolating powerful cultivators without the slightest chance of escape.
And Zhang San happened to be the ruler of this place.
Meanwhile, Ming Ye’s expression had long become ugly.
His surroundings were pitch-black and gloomy.
The air itself carried a strange suppressive aura that made his scalp tingle instinctively.
Most horrifying of all... His cultivation was completely sealed.
Not even a strand of spiritual essence responded to his commands.
"Who are you?!" Ming Ye shouted furiously using his spiritual sense. "Release me immediately and I’ll reward you handsomely!"
His voice contained traces of panic despite his attempts to remain calm.
He truly hated this place. Something about it made him deeply uncomfortable.
Turning slightly, he noticed Old Xi lying nearby, still unconscious like a dead dog tossed onto the ground.
"Old Xi! Wake up!"
Unfortunately, there was no response.
Ming Ye gritted his teeth and attempted to move, but no matter how hard he struggled, his body remained completely immobilized.
It was as though countless invisible chains had locked him in place.
Fear slowly began creeping into his heart.
Then...
Thud.
Thud.
Heavy footsteps echoed slowly through the darkness.
A massive fat silhouette gradually approached.
"Oh?" Zhang San narrowed his tiny eyes while staring at Ming Ye as though admiring a rare delicacy.
"You don’t need to give me anything," he said while licking his thick lips greedily.
His gaze toward Ming Ye became increasingly strange and disturbing.
"You alone are already more than enough payment for me."
Ming Ye’s pupils instantly contracted.
For some reason...
The way this fat man looked at him made his entire body go cold. After that, the old fatty moved.
Ming Ye instantly understood what the fat man wanted from him.
His face turned deathly pale.
"N-No! Don’t touch me there!" Ming Ye shouted in horror through his spiritual sense.
He had lived for more than twenty-three thousand years, yet this was the very first time another man had touched him in such an intimate and humiliating manner.
Ming Ye was not stupid. He immediately understood Zhang San’s intentions.
And because he understood... He panicked even more.
"I’ll give you anything!" Ming Ye shouted desperately. "Treasures! Cultivation techniques! Spirit stones! Just release me!"
His voice became increasingly frantic.
"I am one of the heirs of the Ancient Ming Clan! If you offend me, my clan will never let you go!"
"Oh?" Zhang San merely laughed mockingly.
"An Ancient Clan? So what?"
His fat face trembled from amusement as he looked down at the immobilized Ming Ye.
"In fact, I would love for your Ancient Ming Clan to come here and confront that old fogey Lin Feng." Zhang San grinned widely. "Unfortunately for you, I doubt it would matter much."
He slowly crouched beside Ming Ye.
"Since that old monster personally gifted you to me, it means he already has the confidence to deal with any consequences that may follow."
Zhang San’s eyes shone greedily.
"Which means you can stop hoping someone will save you."
Ming Ye’s heart sank completely.
Then Zhang San suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Now then... let us enjoy ourselves properly, young heir of the Ancient Ming Clan."
The fat man looked at Ming Ye as though admiring a priceless treasure.
To him, Ming Ye and Old Xi were not people at all.
They were resources.
Two Immortal Ascension Realm experts contained enormous vitality and cultivation essence.
If properly harvested, Zhang San could recover a tremendous portion of his lost strength.
Just thinking about it made him excited.
Then his gaze drifted toward the unconscious Old Xi nearby.
Zhang San’s expression immediately became conflicted.
"He’s old..." Zhang San muttered with visible disappointment.
The wrinkles, white hair, and aged appearance clearly reduced his enthusiasm.
Still, after thinking for a moment, he helplessly sighed.
"Well, beggars can’t be too picky."
In the end, an Immortal Ascension expert was still an Immortal Ascension expert.
Even an old one possessed tremendous value.
Meanwhile, Ming Ye’s scalp had long gone numb from fear.
For the first time in countless years...
The arrogant young master of the Ancient Ming Clan truly regretted his actions.
A long time later, after thoroughly extracting the vitality and cultivation essence from both Ming Ye and Old Xi, the aura surrounding Zhang San had risen to an astonishing level.
Boom!
Waves of spiritual pressure rolled outward from his fat body like invisible tides.
The once weak and miserable Zhang San now looked completely refreshed.
His skin glowed with vitality while even his small eyes shone brightly with life.
"First Stage of the Immortal Ascension Realm..." Zhang San muttered with satisfaction while clenching his fat fists. "Not bad. I’m finally somewhat decent again."
A grin slowly spread across his face.
After remaining trapped and weakened for so long, recovering this much strength already made him feel reborn.
"Now then..."
Zhang San suddenly pulled out several strange divination sticks.
"Let’s see whether this is enough for me to escape this cursed place."
He inhaled deeply before activating his stick divination technique.
Buzz!
The sticks trembled slightly with spiritual light before one of them suddenly fell.
Tap.
The fallen stick pointed directly toward Zhang San himself.
The fat man stared at it silently for several moments.
Then he sighed helplessly.
"As expected..."
"I still can’t escape from this city."
Despite his improved cultivation, the result had not changed at all.
Zhang San lifted his head slightly as though staring toward an invisible sky beyond the darkness.
"That old fogey’s sleepless eyes are still watching me constantly."
A trace of fear flickered within his small eyes.
Clearly, even after all this time, Lin Feng still remained an existence Zhang San deeply dreaded.