The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor

After Lin Feng and the contact man finished their conversation, they prepared to leave the warehouse.

Who would’ve guessed at this moment that the ice behind them had entirely melted into a pool of water? As the contact man and Lin Feng approached the back door of the warehouse, the contact man paused, thinking: "Strange, why is there the sound of water flowing?" Although the sound was faint and imperceptible to ordinary people, someone like the contact man, a skilled expert, could certainly perceive it.

Upon perceiving the water flow, the contact man’s heart suddenly tensed!

He seemed to understand something, then stopped and said to Lin Feng, "Hero, you go first; I have something I forgot to pick up. I’ll catch up shortly." His tone was exceptionally calm and orderly, and Lin Feng, who should have discerned his injuries, was slightly deceived by his concealed expression. Observing the ice blocks trapping a person and deducing a previous fierce battle, Lin Feng reasoned that some injuries were inevitable.

Lin Feng thus walked a few steps forward, feeling reassured. Watching Lin Feng leave, the contact man turned back and closed the warehouse door with a resolute expression.

The contact man swiftly sealed the warehouse door. Just as Lin Feng had moved farther away, he heard the sound of the warehouse’s sliding door shut, causing him to suddenly look back. However, the contact man had vanished, and Lin Feng’s view was dominated by a solid wooden door.

Not being dim-witted, Lin Feng suddenly realized something and transformed into a fleeting shadow, swiftly heading back toward the warehouse.

Inside the warehouse were two people: the contact man who hadn’t left through the back door and Mo Qingshuang, who emerged from the ice.

Mo Qingshuang practiced the Blazing Flame Divine Skill, thus possessing fiery power to counteract and resist the cold ice, preventing it from penetrating his body.

However, the Cold Ice Palm’s Eighth Layer was beyond ordinary cold; it was a fearsome force even dreaded by Nine Spirit Joint cultivators.

Fortunately, Mo Qingshuang’s own energy was extraordinary, and because he cultivated the flame attribute technique, he managed to withstand the prior ice-killing force.

Suppressing his internal flame energy, he gradually melted the layers encasing him; his ability to break and melt through was due to a reason.

The contact man had been severely injured previously, ceasing his energy output after sealing Mo Qingshuang. Hence, he was too exhausted to fan the flames or strengthen the ice.

Normally, he would’ve infused icy power into the seal, preventing Mo Qingshuang from breaking through with fire energy. Once the ice solidified, Mo Qingshuang would lose his chance to breathe and be doomed.

Alas, things don’t always go smoothly; restrictions and constraints are unavoidable.

Otherwise, what would be Nature, what would be Heaven and Earth?

Between Heaven and Earth lies the doctrine of mutual restraint and balance; when one side grows too strong, imbalance ensues.

Battles follow this principle, rooted in the essence of Heaven and Nature, without exception.

Now standing in the warehouse, Mo Qingshuang had dissolved all the ice sealing him. The contact man saw Mo Qingshuang’s smile and knew he was destined to perish.

Sending Lin Feng ahead, it was clear he intended to deal with this mess alone so Lin Feng could escape quickly.

Despite Lin Feng being a prodigy, dragging him down into a horde would be unwise.

Mo Qingshuang watched the contact man approach, feeling smug as he intended to witness what skills the contact man still possessed after earlier exertions. According to Mo Qingshuang’s assessment, the contact man had exhausted his energy and couldn’t possibly fight.

Weighing his options, Mo Qingshuang deduced the contact man might still have enough energy to escape. Curious why he returned instead of fleeing.

Mo Qingshuang glanced toward Lin Feng’s previous position, now empty, realizing what transpired.

Evidently, Lin Feng had been sent away by the contact man.

With a cold smile, Mo Qingshuang dismissed the idea that a Four Spirits Seal cultivator could possess impressive abilities, yet Lin Feng’s journey this far astonished him.

Heaven Alliance’s decision to send someone of such low realm on a rescue mission perplexed the contact man.

After all, he didn’t witness Lin Feng efficiently unlock over a dozen sealed pulse channels, which usual cultivators would struggle to achieve, considering the energy drain involved.

Ordinary cultivators have limited energy, struggling greatly to rescue even one person, whereas Lin Feng’s rescue of a dozen was extraordinary.

The irony was that Lin Feng was just a Four Spirits Seal, unaware of the immense energy residing within his Innate Spiritual Seed, akin to an energy reserve warehouse.

"You’ve sent that boy off, now can you tell me who he actually is?" Mo Qingshuang pressed the contact man for answers.

The contact man froze momentarily, but on the brink of death, he wished to hide nothing. A righteous man, after all, dies clear and open.

Laughing heartily in the warehouse, the contact man faced his imminent demise, while Mo Qingshuang approached, taunting, "Facing death, can you still laugh?"