Merging with Demon Spirits

The national Glory League of colleges and universities has ended, and the space gate of the Land of Chaos has been successfully closed, so there is no need to stay in Shangjing. Lin Feng plans to return to Guanglin.

Red Cloud University is his base.

Having won the championship of the Glory League, he intends to bring the other members of the alliance back to Red Cloud University to implement the next plan.

As for the King Becoming plan, there is still half a year to prepare, so there is no rush.

And his family will stay in Shangjing.

Shangjing is the political center of Hua Country, the safest place among the Twelve Base Cities.

Here, there are twenty Guardians, and there is also the protection of an Emperor.

This time, entering the Land of Chaos, they’ve killed too many people. Just the Alien Race Kings that died at their hands exceed twenty.

If you count those who died due to the closure of the space gate, it’s far more than that.

The Abnormal People don’t know the truth yet and already hate him to the bone, issuing a billion bounty. If they knew he closed the space gate, they might resort to crazier revenge.

Lin Feng fears someone might use his family to threaten him, so leaving his family in Shangjing is the best choice.

The night before Lin Feng was to leave Shangjing, he received an invitation to a banquet.

He’s not interested in the banquet, but the person who sent the invitation is Hong Tao, making it impossible for him to refuse.

Not only Lin Feng, but the other members of the Avengers also received the invitation.

At seven in the evening, having just finished dinner, Lin Feng and the others gathered together.

"Wearing this outfit is really uncomfortable!"

Yu Qiao tugged at his collar, complaining.

Today’s event is a banquet, a formal occasion, so everyone dressed up a bit. Yu Qiao even wore a suit, looking a bit more proper rather than his usual laid-back style.

"You don’t have to wear it, you know!" Yun Tianqi laughed.

Normally, Yu Qiao dresses very casually, and it’s rare for him to dress so formally today.

"You think I want to? It’s just to make a good impression," Yu Qiao said.

Today’s banquet is actually a victory celebration.

To celebrate the closure of the space gate of the Land of Chaos.

There will be big shots attending the banquet, making it a great opportunity for some people to seek patronage from major forces and organizations.

Yu Qiao also has this intention, which is why he dressed up.

"Don’t waste your effort; it has nothing to do with you."

Yun Tianqi said, smiling.

In the King Becoming plan, to get a spot, aside from absolute strength, one must also rely on online voting.

People with absolute strength don’t need support; they rely on their power alone.

But such individuals are rare, and even past All-Star players are not confident to make it.

And to gain fan support through votes, help from a club or force is needed.

With support from such powers, one can get resources, higher visibility, and exposure, which is an advantage.

Not only forces but even the Twelve Base Cities regard the King Becoming plan as important and cultivate their potential candidates.

Any King is significant for a Base City, serving as a guardian and maintaining stability.

For a Satellite City without a Guardian Divine Artifact, facing possible Demon Beast sieges anytime, a King’s presence is even more crucial.

Generally, a Satellite City has only about three Kings.

Investing resources to nurture potential Kings and having them fulfill promises after becoming one is a win-win situation.

Yu Qiao plans to seek cultivation from powers to compete in the King plan, but clearly, he’s not the best candidate.

Repeatedly discouraged, Yu Qiao wasn’t disheartened. Instead, he scoffed coldly, "Just got beaten up, and still has the nerve to laugh. Seems like he’s quick to forget the pain once healed."

"Good kid!"

Yun Tianqi’s smile stiffened. He moved, intending to strike, but Yu Qiao, prepared, dodged away.

"Chase me if you can, you beaten guy."

Others watched amusedly.

Yun Tianqi enjoys teasing Yu Qiao, but his verbal jabs rarely win, usually ending up provoked and angry, resorting to physical means.

In the past few days, Yu Qiao has often joked about Yun Tianqi being beaten.

Compared to the thick-skinned Yu Qiao, He Jun, attending such an event for the first time, appeared nervous. She wore a gender-neutral small suit, staying close to Little Sister Dong.

"Alright, the car is here, stop fooling around."

Watching the two bickering, Lin Feng shook his head and said helplessly.

Only then did Yun Tianqi stop chasing, with Yu Qiao continuing to taunt from behind. Everyone soon exited the hotel and boarded the bus at the entrance.

The banquet venue wasn’t far from the hotel; the bus stopped after just over ten minutes.

As they got off, they saw what looked like an estate before them.

At this time, the outside of the estate was already bustling, with well-dressed men and women entering the estate everywhere. The appearance of Lin Feng’s team caught quite some attention.

But evidently, they were not the main characters today.

Once inside the estate, Lin Feng saw many familiar faces: executives from various clubs, top figures of the Glory Alliance, professional players, former professional players, among them Xie Yixiao and Zhao Zhou, holding champagne, chatting together with occasional bursts of laughter.

"Your enemy."

Yu Qiao, looking at Zhao Zhou, nudged Yun Tianqi beside him with his elbow.

Zhao Zhou also noticed Lin Feng’s team. He glanced coldly at Yun Tianqi and Ye Xing, his gaze quickly sweeping over the others without stopping.

"So arrogant! I really want to hit him," Yu Qiao said.

Yun Tianqi nodded, "He is arrogant! But his strength is indeed very strong, and those around him are all powerful too."

Even wanting revenge, Yun Tianqi knew that if it came to an actual fight, the Avengers Alliance wouldn’t stand a chance. Even if Lin Feng used all his strength, there would be no opportunity.

For a regular King, encountering a siege by these former professional players would mean only retreat, without the ability to resist.

Just as people discussed, a crisp sound emanated from a reception hall.

A scruffy, somewhat skinny man stumbled, his right cheek rapidly swelling with a palm print.

The man, in his thirties, looked a bit embarrassed, having been slapped, his eyes filled with shame but suppressing his anger, not daring to fight back or even show resentment.

Opposite him stood a woman in a red cheongsam, with two burly men in suits behind her.

Looking at the slapped man, the woman laughed, "You’ve been hiding for three years, thought hiding in another-dimensional space would keep you out of reach? Just one question, how do you plan to settle the debt?"

"This little elf should be enough to pay the debt."

The man hurriedly raised his hand, holding a palm-sized cage, inside of which was an elf with colorful wings, looking and shaped very much like a small human.

This elf was only ten centimeters tall, half a palm in height, with black hair, black eyes, pale skin, and a large pair of eyes, resembling a ten-year-old girl. She was naked, curled up in the cage, shivering, with tear stains on her pale face.

"Lin Bing, an elf without any ability is just a toy, selling it for a billion isn’t a problem, but it won’t settle the debt."

The woman shook her head, her tone gradually turning cold:

"Do you have anything else? If not, you won’t be leaving this room today."

"Sister Hong, how is it only worth a billion? Just as a toy, it’s worth far more than a billion, someone even offered three billion before and I didn’t sell."

Lin Bing, with his swollen right cheek, spoke with a hint of anger.

"You said it yourself, that was before."

Sister Hong laughed, unaffected by Lin Bing’s anger:

"I’m not shortchanging you. Previously, not just three billion, even five billion had interested buyers, but now, with everyone in panic, who’s inclined to keep a talentless little elf? At best, it’s just that price as a pet."

With that, Sister Hong waved her hand slightly, and the two burly men in suits behind her approached Lin Bing, appearing behind him.

"I’m not wasting words with you. This elf has no gifted ability, and I don’t want it. Even if you use it to pay the debt, it counts as just one billion. How do you plan to settle the remaining 18 billion?"

Sister Hong asked, her tone becoming impatient.

"How did it become 19 billion? Wasn’t it just five billion borrowed initially?"

Lin Bing’s hands were bound and forced down, his expression somewhat panicked as he asked.

He knew how ruthless Sister Hong could be; otherwise, he wouldn’t have hidden in the other-dimensional space for three whole years, not daring to come out.

Without payment, real trouble would come today.

The little elf, meanwhile, was shaken in the cage, similarly panicked, looking pitiful.

"You knew the interest rate when borrowing. Now you’re pretending to have amnesia?"

"Sister Hong, can’t you give me a few more days?"

Lin Bing pleaded, forced to keep his head down, unable to lift it in any way.

"No delays. If you can’t pay today, we’ll break your arm and his leg."

Sister Hong’s patience had run out, she said faintly. The tearing pain in his arm turned Lin Bing’s face pale with agony. The hesitation on his face vanished, and he quickly shouted, "My nephew is Lin Feng, he has the money!"