Urban All-Round Master

Since he has inherited the Goddess, his mind is set now. Whether inheriting the Goddess will have any effects doesn’t matter for Lin Zifeng; is there a life worse than this?

”Kid. You’ve gained the Goddess’s inheritance power. Your future paths are smooth. Achieving the status of Saint won’t be difficult then.” The handsome guy made bold claims. He seemed to know something about the Greece Goddess inheritance power. But he couldn’t disclose too much now.

Just like someone who excels at studying. Surely, he will get admitted into Tsinghua and Beida institutions in the future. But telling him too much will only make him lazier. Some matters can only be hinted at, not spoken too clearly.

That sentence was told to him in Beiming Mansion by Qing Fu back then, so Lin Zifeng doesn’t think like that. Becoming a Saint is too hard; historically, how many have truly become a Saint?

Even after obtaining the inheritance power, he feels nothing different. Everything remains the same, with no sign of increased cultivation from the inheritance. Who knows if this so-called inheritance power will help him? His primary goal now is to try everything possible to enhance his cultivation. Once he reaches a certain level, he can do some things he wishes.

”Hey. Aren’t you going to try to feel what the inheritance power feels like in your body?” The handsome guy seemed more anxious than him, eagerly wanting to know the effect of inheritance power inside his body. It was like the emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is anxious. Besides, if there were any reaction, he would have shown it by now instead of waiting for it to say anything.

Lin Zifeng glanced at it irritably and didn’t speak.

”Hey! Kid. Why don’t you tell me? I’m really anxious!” The handsome guy was very impatient. But Lin Zifeng wouldn’t tell it, which made it feel as if its little ’JJ’ was about to be cut off. It hates when others play such mute puzzles with it, making it extremely angry on the spot.

”I’ve already said. There’s no feeling at all. Do you not believe it?” Lin Zifeng felt helpless. This Dead Dog was so eager to know the result. This inheritance power without any sign is making Lin Zifeng very frustrated and annoyed.

”Really no feeling at all?” After Lin Zifeng walked away, the handsome guy was still full of doubts, not willing to believe what he said.

But Lin Zifeng no longer had the mood to talk with it, so he sat beside the Divine Altar, trying wholeheartedly to use his thoughts to perceive the benefits brought by the inheritance power. After all, it’s the Goddess’s inheritance; it must have some different effects. Lin Zifeng kept comforting himself in his heart.

Yet, as time passed, even after half a day of trying to communicate with it through his thoughts, it had no use at all. This left Lin Zifeng thoroughly disheartened. So-called inheritance, he hasn’t felt anything till now. What is this inheritance!

It’s not even worth a damn.

The handsome guy still sat foolishly beside Lin Zifeng, head slumped down, two eyes constantly watching Lin Zifeng’s every move. As Lin Zifeng lightly breathed, this fellow quickly jumped far away, fearing that Lin Zifeng’s power had intensified after receiving the inheritance and would harm him.

However?

Lin Zifeng slowly opened his eyes, merely exhaling a breath of stale air. He felt absolutely nothing, profiting nothing.

”So how about it? Did you feel anything? Tell me, share your feelings from earlier with me. Maybe I can offer some advice.”

Even for the handsome guy, who had lived for endless years, the inheritance of the divine still remained unseen throughout its life.

What kind of effect will it have?

”...” Now Lin Zifeng is beginning to get a bit angry. Will this Dead Dog not die unless it gets to know the effects of the inheritance? It keeps asking tirelessly.

”If I told you, now I feel nothing at all, let alone any inheritance effects, would you believe me?” Lin Zifeng seriously looked in its eyes.

”I don’t believe,” it shook its head like a rattle drum.

”...” This time, Lin Zifeng no longer had the interest to engage in nonsense with it.

So, he stood up from the Divine Altar, preparing to take a walk outside, considering he hadn’t finished walking through the wasteland yet, wanting to see if there were still places he hadn’t explored.

”Hey, where are you going?” it called from behind.

”To clear my mind,” Lin Zifeng’s voice came. He had walked out of the Divine Altar, ready to head towards the iron chain bridge to check it out. Initially, the bridge was the bane of many Blazing Angel members’ deaths.

Perhaps he could find something beside the iron chain bridge.

But—just as he was approaching the iron chain bridge, he suddenly noticed a commotion of shadows on the opposite side.

”Who could it be?” His brows knitted slightly. As he mused, apart from some Barbarians Clan natives, these wastelands shouldn’t have anyone else, unless they were from the Bright Church.

In the wasteland, apart from Bright Church people, who else would dare come here?

”With the Death Tomb destroyed, it’s not surprising Bright Church people would come,” Lin Zifeng muttered. Using his farsight, he observed, and among this group were a few elders in black robes who seemed to be their leaders, leading the crowd in the direction of the iron chain bridge. Although the current bridge wasn’t repaired, a new iron chain bridge was not far from the old one, presumably built later.

After all, constructing the Death Tomb here for Bright Church without an iron chain bridge is very inconvenient. Both sides are mountains with a deep, unfathomable ravine in the middle. Who knows how deep it is?

”Pharaoh, could that young man still be here? We can complete this task, so why did even you come, Pharaoh? Is it just for that young man?” A group of knights riding tall horses gathered together. Among them, a middle-aged man dressed in Purple Gold Battle Armor spoke up. He really couldn’t figure it out.

Even if the young man was here, their presence suffices. Why did they even summon the Pharaoh, which seems superfluous?

Needless to say, a Bright Church Pharaoh doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. Now two of them came, leaving these knights bewildered, not knowing what great matter occurred to warrant such a commotion. It’s too insignificant.

”The Death Tomb has been destroyed. The Pope is already quite upset. This mission not only requires checking the damage to the Death Tomb but also capturing the young man alive.” The Pharaoh with a white beard spoke sternly.

This time, the Pope seems particularly interested in this young man. He finds it quite odd how this Eastern youth possesses such charm, compelling the Pope to capture him alive.

If it was an ordinary cultivator, the Pharaoh would have already killed them.

However, this time is different. The Pope clearly cares substantially about that Eastern youth. Very much indeed!

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