579 Another True-Self Powerhouse? (2)

Lin Feng’s external formation enveloped it, and Wu Mingyang looked deeply at Lin Feng, asking in confusion, “How did the senior know I was pretending?”

Lin Feng explained with a smile, “You fell into the spatial storm, but your body wasn’t torn to shreds. Is that normal?”

Wu Mingyang was stunned, not expecting to be exposed here.

He forced a smile and said, “Senior has sharp eyes, please spare my life. I promise not to tell anyone about tonight’s events.”

These two experts have either snuck in or are from the Hong family.

But their actions are completely different from those of the Hong family.

Do I have to hide my identity while walking in this secret realm?

So Wu Mingyang judged that Nie Zimou and Chu Sanqiang must have infiltrated. He didn’t want to know their purpose; he just hoped to survive.

However, Lin Feng shook his head and smiled. “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter if you tell me or not. I don’t care.”

Wu Mingyang’s heart tightened. What does this mean? Do I have to die?

“You can continue to follow us. When we arrive, you can leave at will. But if you encounter others on the way, please act naturally, or I won’t mind having someone else follow me.”

Lin Feng said these words with a smile, but to Wu Mingyang, they felt chilling.

Did this ‘Nie Zimou’ enter the secret realm with a purpose? Is he using me as a shield?

Helping the other side may offend the Hong family later, but not doing it means I might die now.

Wu Mingyang could only cup his fists bitterly and say, “Yes, Senior.”

Lin Feng nodded. “You don’t have to call me senior. Just continue to call me Brother Nie.”

Wu Mingyang nodded but couldn’t help but wonder, is Nie Zimou this guy’s real name?

Just as the two of them were talking, they heard a loud explosion in the distance. The light from the explosion pierced through the darkness of the spatial storm, illuminating an area for miles around.

Lin Feng looked in the direction of the explosion and saw Little Black flying back with a dejected expression.

“Phew! Phew! So unlucky. That guy actually had a formation as a backup. I almost got injured,” he said.

When Wu Mingyang heard this, he was shocked.

The power of the explosion just now would have severely injured even a divine level expert, right?

Although the coverage of the formation was limited, that was because it had been weakened by the spatial storm.

A formation that could deal with a divine-level expert almost injured this Chu Sanqiang?

How strong is this guy?

At this moment, Lin Feng and Little Black still exuded the aura of diamond-level experts, but who would believe that?

Lin Feng was also taken aback. Even Little Black had almost been injured.

Little Black, despite being only an early-stage epic-level beast, had a robust body after multiple mental power reconstructions. He could probably withstand a blow from an early-stage divine-level expert.

Yet a formation arranged by a star-level peak expert had almost injured Little Black. It seemed that these formation masters shouldn’t be underestimated. Lin Feng didn’t want any mishaps.

“It’s good that you’re fine. Then let’s continue walking,” Lin Feng said.

Little Black nodded with a smile. He had exaggerated earlier. He had almost been injured, but it would have to be in the center of the formation.

He sensed danger as a divine beast, so he lost interest in playing once he got to the edge of the formation and immediately dealt with the enemy.

The reason he said it was dangerous was just to see if he could keep all the spoils for himself.

Lin Feng didn’t care about those things. They were just some Chaotic core fragments, and the crystallization of spatial rules at the divine level didn’t have much effect on him. What use was there for those cores?

At first, he had suggested splitting them evenly just to keep Little Black from becoming too arrogant. He had never actually wanted them.

The three continued on their way, and Little Black came to Wu Mingyang’s side, looking at the scar on his stomach. The hideous wound that had been cut by the man with a knife had now healed, leaving only a scar.

So Little Black said with a smile, “Not bad, Old Wu. You even fooled me. I actually thought you were dead.”

Wu Mingyang smiled bitterly, “Just a little trick. I apologize for making the senior laugh.”

Lin Feng also looked over and said lightly, “It’s not just a little trick. Your special skill has some uses. Are you interested in making a trade?”

Lin Feng hadn’t noticed any flaws in Wu Mingyang’s fake death earlier. The only reason he had figured it out was because Wu Mingyang’s acting was a bit lacking, and he had been exposed by the spatial storm.

Little Black, as a cat, had an even more keen intuition when it came to whether a mouse was playing dead or not, but even Little Black hadn’t detected anything unusual. That showed how skilled Wu Mingyang was.

Wu Mingyang hesitated for a moment before smiling bitterly and saying, “Since Senior is interested, feel free to take it.”

He took out a book and handed it to Lin Feng.

After taking it, Lin Feng saw these large characters on the cover, ‘Deceiving Destiny.’

His heart skipped a beat and he immediately thought of the book Zhou Tiansheng had given Ye Ningxue, the Tribulation Destiny!

Could these two books be related?

“Where did you get this book?” Lin Feng asked.

Wu Mingyang replied, “I picked it up from a street vendor on the roadside. I bought it because the name seemed interesting, and later I discovered it had some secrets.”

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, and Little Black even gave his head a pat.

“Picked it up from a street vendor? Do you think we’re fools? How about you pick up another one for me to see?”