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Lordbluefire
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Lordbluefire
Since they had already come to a deal, the two of them no longer tried any schemes. They were discussing the possibility of this deal through the locked doors of the imprisonment room.
The conflict between them truly counted for nothing. It was too insignificant.
The two of them were no longer children, they naturally wouldn’t allow such a minor matter to cloud their rationality.
After you input the passcode to unlock the shackles placed by the clan on your microchip, you have to leave as soon as possible. If not, after the clan realized it, you wouldn’t be able to leave even if you want to. Also, once you have left, you have to think of ways to increase your strength as much as possible. There are many experts that will be participating in the clan’s ranking competition, with several geniuses among them having vitality stats as high as 7.0. There’s even one that has evolved into a true interstellar cultivator. If not, even if you joined the ranking competition, things would be useless…
Feng Lang reminded.
Feng Lin nodded, understanding that Feng Lang’s words were logical.
Once the deadline of the imprisonment is lifted, he had to immediately seek a method to increase his strength.
Weakness, was the original sin.
Ever since he crossed over to this world, although his strength had been rapidly increasing, he still found it tough to move even a single step as difficulties peered down at him from all directions. What did this mean?
Clearly, the increase in his strength was still far from sufficient!
If he had been strong enough, there would be no need to talk so much. What clan laws, what rules, what identity…? Everything would be resolved with a single punch from him.
Feng Lin’s eyes flickered with light as though he had gained enlightenment.
Since this is a transaction, your conditions are also reasonable. The things you want me to do, I’ll definitely accomplish them.
Feng Lin spoke with a tone that could sever iron.
You can tell me the passcode now right?
Right.
Feng Lang wasn’t worried that Feng Lin would break his promise at all.
He was very clear about how dire the situation Feng Lin was facing. If he wanted to reverse his fate, his only way out now was to cooperate with him. There were no other choices.
This was also the reason why he came here to find Feng Lin.
Remember this. The passcode is: wsyzm210712973672…
Feng Lang mumbled an extremely long string of characters in one breath. This passcode was clearly almost impossible for ordinary people to crack.
Due to the fact that the imprisonment room isolated all forms of signals, the id microchip lost the ability to connect to the network and became a stand-alone thing. However, its storage function was still working and Feng Lin recorded the passcode. After he ascertained that there were no mistakes by checking it with Feng Lang again, he saved it into the data vault of his id microchip. Now, he only needed to wait for the correct time to use it.
Alright, today is already the fourth day, and you will be able to exit in three days. I’ve done all I can; it’s time for me to leave.
Feng Lang stood up.
Feng Lin couldn’t help but suddenly ask. This question was something that had nothing to do with their deal.
You are such a scheming person. Was you trying to cut my queue back then something intentional?
That was truly unintentional.
Feng Lang laughed, sounding as crafty as a fox.
When I saw a low-grade clansman rushing to the upper levels of our Feng Clan Building, I naturally picked you as a target to bully since I don’t know you. After all, I’m a silk pants am I not?
He had an expression like ‘as it should be so’. For a period of time, Feng Lin didn’t know what to reply.
Only after some time did he continue,
Given your temperament, why must you act like a silk pants?
Upon hearing this question, Feng Lang wasn’t surprised. He laughed dryly.
I’m not afraid to tell you that my father is the eldest son of the clan leader, and I’m my father’s only son. Sadly, my genetic talent cannot be considered good, only managing to strengthen the inherited mythological gene—the Coiling Snake Gene—passed down by the clan by two points. I’m far inferior when compared to people of the same age group. If I didn’t act like a silk pants, would my wolf-like and tiger-like cousins spare me? Also, how do you know that a silk pants is not my true personality? Silk pants are good, I can bully males and dominate females, doing whatever I desire without the need of feeling worried in my heart. All the minor decisions I make and the actions I take won’t attract the attention of others. Look, I’m here to look for you, but none of my cousins react at all, right?
Feng Lin had a look of contemplation on his face. It was unknown what he was thinking about.
A grandson of the direct line of descent. If the clan leader died, the first successor to the clan would be Feng Lang’s father. The second successor would be none other than him!
A big tree would attract wind. Sadly, Feng Lang didn’t have enough strength to protect his own position and had naturally become the target in the eyes of many. Compared to Feng Lin, Feng Lang’s situation in the clan was actually much worse off.
This was why Feng Lang pretended to be a silk pants; he didn’t want others to be wary of him. It could be considered a self-protection mechanism of sorts.
This man wore many masks; nobody would know when he was telling the truth or not.
By entering a deal with Feng Lang, even Feng Lin didn’t know if this was good or bad.
But this was his only chance left, and he naturally could not miss it.
Just when Feng Lang turned around and was about to walk away, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something as he laughed lightly.
Don’t worry. Although you are imprisoned now, I’ve already told your parents that you are out working on extra part-time jobs to earn money. You better make sure our excuses match when you leave here. Also, after you flee the clan, the clan may make things difficult for your parents, but don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of them on your behalf, hahaha.
After that, his footsteps sounded out as his voice grew further and further away.
Feng Lin’s eyes narrowed, his expression turned cold after he heard that.
Taking care of his parents? This was evidently using them to threaten him.
Feng Lang was using his parents as hostages to ensure that Feng Lin wouldn’t doublecross him.
With his parents at Feng Lang’s mercy, Feng Lin’s weaknesses were revealed, controlled by Feng Lang.
But since Feng Lang dared to break so many rules of the clan and told him the passcode, entering into such a dangerous deal with him, the two of them were truly crazy at their core.
With regards to a mad man, would threats be useful?
Only the crazed will survive!
At this point in time, if one of them didn’t act crazy enough, they wouldn’t have any chance at all. Now, both of them could barely survive their own predicaments. How would they have time to consider other things?
Hence, the two of them understood that this was just an insurance. Feng Lang wouldn’t really do anything to his parents.
After all, none of them wanted to shred all pretense of cordiality with each other.
After Feng Lang left, the atmosphere became silent again. It was as dark as ever without the slightest speck of light. The atmosphere was so quiet that it made one feel despair.
Feng Lin didn’t stop, he continued to cultivate assiduously.
According to the illusory martial pagoda’s A.I., his genetic potential had not been completely ignited yet. His vitality stats should at least be 4.0, but now, it was only at 2.9.
After a few more rounds of cultivation, when he discovered that his genetic potential no longer increased, Feng Lin knew that the effects of the potion of life he consumed earlier had already finished.
Feng Lin didn’t take a break. He chugged down another potion and began to cultivate like crazy.
Next, he kept training like a demon, focusing only on strengthening himself.
Genetic potential +15%, +14%, +13%…
His potential surged up and reached about 472%. His vitality stats also increased, officially breaking through the 3.0 mark and reached 3.1.
Potions of life could make up for the overdraft in his lifeforce. Moreover, his genetic equation could convert all nutrients in the potion into genetic potential. Without realizing it, earth-shaking transformations occurred within his body.
But also at the same time, Feng Lin’s sharp senses discovered that the effects of the potions of life were getting more and more inferior. No matter how good the potion of life was, after overconsumption of it, his body would naturally begin to build up resistance.
Hence, he had to make use of the time before the potions of life lost all its effect, all in order to quickly increase his strength.
He began to cultivate even crazier, not stopping for even a single moment. He was like someone who didn’t know fatigue.
His genetic potential soon reached 568%, and his vitality stat climbed to 3.3.
With such a high vitality stats, other than the number one genius of his school Duan Yunliu, he most assuredly ranked at the top when compared to others of his school.
However, this vitality stats had not reached the limit which Feng Lin’s genes could endure.
From this, one could see how much lifeforce was overdrafted back then due to a lack of sufficient nutrients. Now, he was finally gradually replenishing his lifeforce back.
Although he had the heart to continue to cultivate and increase his vitality stats, time was unfortunately running out.
The imprisonment date had ended.
