Chapter 2209 - 2210: Evil Coin! (First Update)

"Splash..."

Ling Feng poured the water from the wooden bucket into the tank and collapsed directly on the ground.

Looking at the water in the tank, it was already about half full, and a slight smile appeared on Ling Feng’s face.

Although it still took three trips, the water in the tank was noticeably more than yesterday. This meant that he had made progress in using Rotational Power, and the water leaking from the bottom of the bucket had decreased significantly.

"Not bad!"

The Shura Chef Saint walked in from outside. Seeing the water in the tank and the pile of firewood at the doorway, in just three days, Ling Feng had mastered Rotational Power and Sharp Power to a degree he had never imagined.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, looked up at the Shura Chef Saint, and smiled bitterly, "Unfortunately, I am still far from completing predecessor’s task."

The Shura Chef Saint patted his round belly, said nothing more, and just chuckled, "Come, I have prepared lunch for you!"

"Thank you, senior!"

These few days, Ling Feng had been able to enjoy a meal of human-world delicacies at the Shura Chef Saint’s every day. After eating his cuisine, all his fatigue seemed to be alleviated significantly.

It’s no wonder, after all, the Shura Chef Saint wasn’t an ordinary cook. Most of the delicacies he crafted used Demon beast as the main ingredient, naturally having effects comparable to high-level elixirs, and are extremely delicious!

Here in Evil Valley, even other Evil People couldn’t eat a meal personally cooked by the Shura Chef Saint on every occasion. Ling Feng could dine here daily, which was unparalleled in Evil Valley.

Soon, Ling Feng eagerly devoured the lunch prepared by the Shura Chef Saint. Not only satisfying his appetite, he felt warm all over, with his Qi Blood Power also growing.

Ling Feng even worried that, after getting used to the Shura Chef Saint’s cuisine, once he left Evil Valley, anything he ate would probably taste bland.

"Full?"

After Ling Feng put down his bowl and chopsticks, the Shura Chef Saint then stared at him slowly and said, "The eight went looking for you, didn’t he?"

"You mean Senior Tie Chui?"

Ling Feng nodded, "Yes, Senior Tie Chui indeed came by this morning. How did you know, senior?"

"I knew it by the residual injuries caused by the Shock Force from the eight’s style still left in your body," said the Shura Chef Saint casually.

"I see..."

Ling Feng raised his hand to touch his nose, no wonder after eating the lunch prepared by the Shura Chef Saint, the oppressive feeling in his chest had dissipated significantly. It seemed that this lunch was actually medicinal cuisine.

The Shura Chef Saint was indeed thoughtful.

The Shura Chef Saint shook his head and sighed, "That guy, the eight, is reclusive by nature. You should follow his lead more, otherwise you might suffer."

Ling Feng nodded slightly, "I understand, senior."

Regarding the Big Iron Hammer’s encounters, he had heard from the Ghost Doctor before. (PS: See Chapter 2223 Evil Hall)

Speaking of being deceived by women, it’s quite similar to his own experience. Big Iron Hammer, born into a Forging Family, was a genius Forging Master but was misunderstood by a woman. While before stepping into Martial Arts, he also naively thought he had met a girl he could spend his life with.

In the end, both results were tragic.

He almost died and came back to life, having undergone extremely bloody slaughter, finally healing his inner trauma gradually.

Compared to Big Iron Hammer, he was indeed lucky.

Due to that incident, Big Iron Hammer’s personality twisted, becoming brutal, even becoming a public enemy in the Martial Arts World. While he, during his most isolated time, met Duanmu Qingshan.

And it was Duanmu Qingshan who gave him his first warmth besides his Grandpa Ling Kun, preventing him from going astray.

If not for Duanmu Qingshan, if he became Lin Canglang’s disciple, perhaps he would also completely abandon his principles of being a good person.

The Martial Arts World has always been so cruel.

Because of a similar encounter, although Big Iron Hammer’s coming out is somewhat extreme, Ling Feng can somewhat understand.

"I’m just afraid you have too hard of a spine to go against him. The eight might not kill you, but once he makes a move, he doesn’t hold back."

The Shura Chef Saint patted Ling Feng’s shoulder, tossing him a good luck expression.

Ling Feng couldn’t help but lament inwardly. It seemed like his upcoming days in Evil Valley wouldn’t be so leisurely.

...

After lunch, Ling Feng took a short rest, then carried the big black pot and ran toward the direction of the forge.

On the way, encountering other Evil People, after they had mocked him for a few days, they seemed to get used to Ling Feng carrying the black pot, and no longer laughed at him.

However, the news of Ling Feng going to the forge spread quickly within the valley.

After all, Evil Valley is just a palm-sized small place and these Evil People, idle all day, spread any fresh news very quickly.

"I think Brother Ling is really miserable this time!"

Blood Demon Hand carried a hoe, lazily leaned against the pillar in front of his home, grinning.

"Hahaha, miserable indeed. For over a hundred years, apart from Boss Muu, even we couldn’t get along with the eight. Ling probably won’t endure the eight’s bad temper either."

Xiao Xiao’er rubbed his smooth bald head, also lazily leaning against a big tree at the doorway.

"I bet Ling Feng won’t last three days!"

The Shura Chef Saint chuckled, procured a piece of yellowing silk cloth from somewhere, threw it on the ground, and shouted, "Come, come, place your bets!"

"I think he should endure more than five days!"

Blood Demon Hand casually threw out a silver coin. This coin wasn’t ordinary money but "Evil Coin," commonly used within Evil Valley.

These Evil People idle around so often, they frequently gamble for entertainment.

They’re generally not short of money or cultivation resources, hence the invention of "Evil Coin."

Holding an Evil Coin means one can ask any of the Ten Great Evil People to do one thing for them.

Usually, they’re very trivial things that only these idle folks would do, yet over time, it became a "tradition" within Evil Valley.

"Back then, Little Nanzi was beaten to a pulp and thrown out by the eight within two days, I think Ling Feng is somewhat similar."

Elizabeth chuckled.

"I bet five days!"

Feng Wulang fiddled with a puppet, was about to throw out an Evil Coin, but shook his head, raised a puppet, and said in a childish voice, "But I think it’s three days."

"Five days, five days it is!"

A rough voice echoed, also coming from Feng Wulang.

This Feng Wulang, as his name implies, is truly a "madman," often fantasizing about communicating with his puppets. Eventually, he developed three personalities.

One is himself, one is the child puppet in his left hand, and the other is the ruffian puppet in his right hand.

Hence, he behaves erratically all day, other Evil People have long gotten used to it.