922: 921: Sand Robber of Guming Mountain 922: 921: Sand Robber of Guming Mountain Wen Tianming and Luo Guanghui had never lacked for wine, but this high-grade liquor was sothing they had never tasted before.
Add to that the delicious barbecue—which definitely didn’t exist in the Divine Realm, as all the ingredients were Earth-based.
The barbecue sauce, various seasonings, and the pure, natural Feng honey were truly a rare delicacy.
Looking at the way the three of them wolfed down their food, it was clear how delicious it was.
Just from this alone, Tang Feng had fully earned his status as their “big brother.”
Yet, as they were enjoying their feast, a group of uninvited guests arrived.
If they could have simply talked things over calmly, that might have been acceptable.
Instead, the intruders imdiately demanded the Divine Ship parked nearby, treating the four of them as if they were already dead.
Indeed, in the eyes of the Sand Robbers, Tang Feng and his companions might as well have been dead.
How could three Divine Kings and one Divine Emperor possibly possess such an exquisite Divine Ship?
It didn’t add up.
If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they might’ve dismissed this scene as a hallucination.
As Tang Feng’s group glared at the Sand Robbers, their fury was palpable.
The perfect mood had been ruined by these intruders, who even had the audacity to try to steal their Divine Ship.
What was this, if not a death wish?
Without hesitation, the four of them struck.
The Sand Robbers were caught completely off guard, their faces blank with disbelief.
The result?
In just a few breaths’ ti, all of them were annihilated.
Tang Feng acted swiftly, using Talisman Descent and Ice Seal, leaving the remaining cleanup to Wang Polin and the other two.
Only one Sand Robber was left, his upper body frozen solid.
At that mont, he was utterly terrified.
He had thought wiping out Tang Feng’s group would be effortless, yet now his own side had been obliterated.
Who could explain this madness to him?
“You three, go check it out,” Tang Feng said, pointing at the Divine Ship from Guming Mountain.
“Got it, big brother.” The three of them couldn’t contain their excitent and leapt aboard the ship.
Within monts, they began a relentless slaughter.
Not long after, they had seized control of the Divine Ship.
“Upper God, please spare !” The remaining Sand Robber hadn’t expected to encounter such a domineering powerhouse.
With the stunningly beautiful Divine Ship nearby, everything made sense—the owner of such a magnificent ship couldn’t possibly be weak.
He cursed his own recklessness under his breath; what a blunder.
“Who are you?”
“I… I am the Mountain Master of Guming Mountain.”
“What sort of place is Guming Mountain?” Tang Feng asked casually while continuing to eat.
The Sand Robber dared not conceal anything.
Desperate to save his own life, he tried to keep his tone as low and unthreatening as possible, playing humble to an unprecedented degree.
“Oh, so you’re a mountain king.
Sounds impressive.”
“Not at all, just a small-ti thief,” he replied hurriedly.
This was no ti for bravado—the situation called for nothing but humble honesty.
“A small-ti thief, huh?” Tang Feng said, waiting for Wang Polin and the other two to return from the Divine Ship.
A few dozen breaths later, the three of them descended, bringing along two won whom they presented to Tang Feng.
“Let us go!” The two won, still bound, were not freed imdiately.
After all, no one knew their identities or whether they posed any risk.
“Big brother, we found two won,” Luo Guanghui reported, his gaze lingering on Shang Juan.
She seed familiar, but he didn’t dare ask her identity outright.
“Dammit,” the Sand Robber muttered, growing even more nervous.
Judging by Tang Feng’s group, they seed like righteous individuals—if they discovered the won were captives, it could spell disaster for him.
“Let us go—who rescues people like this!” Shang Juan’s maid snapped angrily, her frustration evident.
This bunch didn’t know the aning of “cherishing beauty.”
“Who are you two, anyway?”
“I-I…” the maid stamred, only to be interrupted by Shang Juan.
“We’re from Skyhawk City.
That man kidnapped us—please release us, thank you!” Shang Juan dared not reveal she was part of the Shang Family; if greed arose in her rescuers, it would lead to unnecessary losses.
Little did she know, her statent actually put the Sand Robber at ease.
“Let them go,” Tang Feng ordered, seeing no signs of deception from the two won.
He instructed the others to untie them.
“Thank you.
May I ask your na, young master?” Shang Juan asked, bowing lightly.
“No need.
We’re just passing strangers.
You should head back,” Tang Feng replied with a wave of his hand.
Shang Juan gave him a aningful look before disappearing into the distance.
“Big brother, such beauty—how could you let her go just like that?” Wang Polin joked.
“A woman’s just a woman.
They’re everywhere.
Enough about that—the Divine Ship is yours.
As for you…” Tang Feng looked at the Sand Robber, contemplating sothing.
“Upper God, have rcy,” the Sand Robber pleaded in fear.
His life was now hanging by a thread—dying like this, without a true shot at vengeance, would be utterly humiliating.
Tang Feng studied him carefully.
Perhaps this man was better kept alive—there were tasks he wasn’t suited for that could be entrusted to such a subordinate.
Seeing Wang Polin and the others board Guming Mountain’s Divine Ship, Tang Feng turned to the Sand Robber with a solemn expression.
“If you want to live, it’s not impossible.”
“Please, Upper God, instruct !”
“Work for , and I might spare your life,” Tang Feng said.
The Sand Robber fell silent.
Becoming another’s slave… was that really better than death?
“What?
Unwilling?
Then you’ll die,” Tang Feng said, preparing to strike again.
“I’m willing!” he responded hastily.
He wasn’t joking—dead ant truly finished, but alive, there was still hope.
“Release your soul.”
With no other choice, the Sand Robber reluctantly complied, completely relinquishing control of his soul.
Tang Feng used the Spirit Control Technique to imprint his soul.
In that instant, the Sand Robber found himself instinctively full of reverence and awe whenever he gazed at Tang Feng.
With the ice seal undone, Tang Feng gave his first order: “Your first task is to gather Divine Crystals and these herbs—as many as possible.
Use this Transmission Array Base to send them directly to once collected.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Call ‘young master.'”
“Yes, young master.
Do you have any other orders?”
“Not for now.
When I summon you, no matter where you are, you must co imdiately.
Understand?” Tang Feng said.
“Understood, young master.”
“This Divine Ship is yours now.
Do your duty well.” Tang Feng handed him a smaller Divine Ship, far stronger than his previous Guming Mountain vessel.
The Sand Robber accepted it with delight.
Though he’d lost his freedom, the rewards weren’t bad.
Before leaving, he handed Tang Feng the Guming Mountain Mountain Master Order, which granted free access and command over all mbers of Guming Mountain.
The token contained records of Guming Mountain-affiliated forces from each city.
Upon scanning these records, Tang Feng couldn’t help but marvel.
He hadn’t realized he’d snagged such a big fish.
And the fish had practically served itself on a silver platter.
The Sand Robber departed.
Whatever he felt inside was his own matter, but Tang Feng was in high spirits.
Unknowingly, he had gained control of a powerful force that, though hidden for now, would undoubtedly astonish when the ti ca for it to strike.
“Big brother, why let him go?” Wang Polin and the others asked confusedly as they disembarked the Divine Ship.
“I have my reasons.
Anyway, the situation’s resolved—let’s head back.
You should modify that Divine Ship of yours.
While it looks impressive, it might attract unnecessary trouble,” Tang Feng said with a smile.
“What’s there to fear?
It’s our spoils of war.
Anyone who has a problem with it can challenge us!” Luo Guanghui said with a laugh.
“Exactly, there’s nothing to be afraid of!” Wen Tianming joined in, laughing heartily.
Tang Feng stored his Divine Ship and climbed aboard the Guming Mountain vessel.
The four of them sat at the bow, drinking wine and reveling in victory.
Shortly afterward, they returned to Skyhawk City.
When the Divine Ship appeared outside the city, it terrified the city guards.
They thought Guming Mountain was launching an attack on Skyhawk City.
However, when the ship was stored away, the guards froze in confusion.
These people didn’t seem to be from Guming Mountain.
Monts later, two groups of people appeared below the city.
“Young Master!
Young Sect Master!”
The elderly from both groups rushed to Wen Tianming and Luo Guanghui, concern etched across their faces.
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