Chapter 132: Spare My Life

"Tsk!"

Hong Chang clicked his tongue, nodding inwardly.

Zhai Xiangyu switched on the intercom inside her mask: "Everyone, we have arrived. This is the Eye of the Extreme Yang Sea!"

"Hahaha!" Wang Hu danced with joy. The others were equally stirred.

In reality, the Eye of the Extreme Yang Sea was an energy field. This energy field was composed entirely of pure Extreme Yang Qi. In its material form, it appeared as a glowing sphere. Yet, this luminous orb was as vast as a football field.

Zhao Feng activated his intercom: "From now on, you will follow my commands!"

"Hmph!" Du Meng snorted coldly. "On what grounds should we take orders from you?"

"Pfft!" Zhao Feng scoffed. "If you don't want to follow my lead, you are free to leave right now!"

"I..." Du Meng was rendered speechless.

Zhao Feng ignored him further. He said, "I am going to enter the magnetic field first. When the time comes, follow the orders of Empress Jiaohong!"

Wang Hu and the others frowned, showing clear resistance. After all, they were figures of authority elsewhere who were used to having the final word. Who could have known that upon arriving here, they would have to submit to someone else's command?

Seeing their silence, Zhao Feng said nothing more. This was the ideal outcome; it was best if these people stayed behind him. He couldn't be bothered with them.

Without further ado, wearing his black diving suit, mask, and heavy oxygen tank, Zhao Feng plunged into the sphere of light.

*Hum!*

He felt as though he were breaking through the surface of water, passing through a transparent barrier. When he opened his eyes again, he was utterly stunned by the scene before him.

Spread out before him was a miniature world.

What is a miniature world? It meant that what lay before Zhao Feng was a landmass similar to a continent, roughly the size of a football field, covered in lush flora.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, his heart filled with astonishment.

"This is truly miraculous!"

"The mundane world is actually capable of nurturing a miniature world, even if it is only in its embryonic stage!"

"Hahaha!" Zhao Feng laughed happily. He stroked his chin. "Cultivators from the Immortal Sects can move mountains, fill seas, and shatter the void. They all seek out miniature worlds to forge their magical artifacts. I could absolutely refine this miniature world into my own artifact!"

"Haha! The most precious thing here is not the Extreme Yang Qi, but the embryo of this miniature world!"

Zhao Feng was overcome with excitement. He gazed hungrily at the landmass before him: "However, to refine a miniature world, one needs a medium. What exactly should I use as a carrier?"

He fell into deep thought. Then, his eyes lit up. "That's it! I can use the Small Green Cauldron!"

Zhao Feng smiled and focused his intent. Instantly, the Small Green Cauldron appeared. It circled Zhao Feng, brimming with spirituality. However, Zhao Feng furrowed his brow.

"While the Small Green Cauldron is a possibility, I cannot fully control it yet. To be blunt, it only views me as a temporary storage vessel."

He felt a pang of frustration. He focused his intent again, and the Small Green Sword and Green Shuttle appeared, hovering around him. But Zhao Feng dismissed them as well.

"The grade of the Green Sword and Green Shuttle is too low; they cannot contain this miniature world."

He began to mutter to himself, feeling troubled.

"Since I have decided to forge an artifact, it must be one that is bound to my very life! Furthermore, it must be able to grow alongside me! So, what should I use?"

Suddenly, a faint, muffled sound reached his ears.

"Pfft!"

Though the sound was incredibly soft, Zhao Feng caught it. He spun around abruptly and saw the furtive figure of Du Meng.

Zhao Feng was surprised. It wasn't for any other reason, but because entering the miniature world unscathed required specific methods; without them, it was impossible.

The moment Du Meng saw Zhao Feng, he jumped back in a panic, eyeing him nervously.

"You... what did you discover?" he demanded, pointing at Zhao Feng's nose.

"Pfft!" Zhao Feng scoffed dismissively. He didn't even consider a small fry like Du Meng worth his attention.

He shook his head and said coldly, "You are being quite disobedient."

"Hmph!" Du Meng said indignantly. "A blessed land belongs to those with the fortune to claim it! Why can you enter, but I cannot?"

"Heh!" Zhao Feng let out a cold laugh. "I didn't say you couldn't enter; I only told you to wait outside for a moment."

"Hmph! Why should I wait? So you can take all the treasures for yourself?"

Zhao Feng shook his head, unwilling to engage in a war of words. He waved his hand. "Leave now, and I may forgive your behavior."

"Hmph! I don't need your forgiveness!"

"Heh! So, there is nothing to discuss?"

"Hmph! There was never anything to discuss!"

"Fine then."

Zhao Feng stopped wasting words. He beckoned, and the Small Green Sword flew out, circling him. With a gentle flick of his hand, it shot toward Du Meng.

"Ah!" Du Meng screamed in terror, collapsing onto his backside.

A mocking smile curled Zhao Feng's lips.

*Zzzzt!*

The Small Green Sword stopped right at Du Meng's throat. He couldn't kill him yet; the man still had his uses. Zhao Feng beckoned again, and the sword returned to his side.

Du Meng stared at him in fearful confusion. "You aren't killing me?"

"Why would I kill you?"

"Hehehe!" Upon seeing this, Du Meng laughed instead. He said arrogantly, "You must be afraid of our Du family! Isn't that right?"

"Idiot!"

"Hmph!" Du Meng stood up, glaring coldly at Zhao Feng. "I'll give you a chance: hand over your Small Green Sword and Green Shuttle. If I'm in a good mood, I might put in a good word for you with the Family Head!"

Zhao Feng finally understood; this Du Meng was blinded by greed and had set his sights on his two artifacts.

Zhao Feng smiled coldly. "The items are right here. If you have the ability, come and take them!"

"Hmph!" Du Meng took a step forward. Now that he knew Zhao Feng wouldn't kill him, he became even more brazen. He walked toward Zhao Feng, saying, "Hmph, hmph, hmph, you don't dare kill me, do you?"

However, just as Du Meng was about to reach him, Zhao Feng threw a punch through the air.

*BOOM!*

The terrifying force of the punch created a sonic boom, slamming into Du Meng's chest.

*Pfft!*

Du Meng spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward. He looked at Zhao Feng in horror. "You dare attack me?"

"Giving you face, are you?!"

Zhao Feng stepped forward, arrived before him, and placed a foot on his chest.

"Ah!"

*CRACK!*

Du Meng's sternum shattered instantly, and he let out a miserable shriek. He looked at Zhao Feng in absolute terror. "Spare me! Spare me, please spare me!"