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Chapter 339: Life is as Lonely as a Snowflake

Chapter 339: Life is as Lonely as a Snowflake

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

Facing his little group of disciples, Lin Feng waved his hands.

His mana began to expand in the sky and it turned into a flat, black surface. Using his right hand as a pen, Lin Feng wrote a whole bunch of words on the black surface.

"Discuss the importance of cooperation when entering the dungeon."

He paused for a while, before crossing out the word ’dungeon’ and then replacing it with ’Ancient Huanghai World’.

Normally, Yue Hongyan, Yang Qing, Tuntun and Zhuge Fengling did not count. With just Zhu Yi, Xiao Budian and Wang Lin, they could easily own the place and complete the ’Three-All Policy’.

Eat all, take all and snatch all. They could even kill all.

However, it was exactly this that led Lin Feng to worry. He tried to underscore the importance of teamwork to them, not because he wanted to ward off any outsiders, but because he wanted to preserve the harmony within the team itself.

Regardless, for prodigies like them, they could have accidentally brought with them the halo of death on their head.

The halo of death referred to a situation whereby while they themselves would be fine in the dungeon and exit with all the loot, all of their teammates would have died inside.

Lin Feng coughed drily, "The Ancient Huanghai World is large, so for the group of you must stick together it would truly be a waste."

7 disciples of the Celestial Sect of Wonders would enter the Ancient Huanghai World together. They were the biggest group amongst everyone present, as other groups had at most 3 or 4 people entering the world.

"Let us form groups first," said Lin Feng slowly, "Tianhao, Tuntun and Zhuge Fengling shall be in one group."

He looked at Zhu Yi and Wang Lin and said, "Zhu Yi, Wang Lin, Yue Hongyan and Yang Qing shall be in the other group."

Lin Feng spent a lot of time pondering how should he split the group. For those in the same group, they must agree on who should lead, what strategies they would utilize in order to achieve harmony.

This question was indeed important to Lin Feng. If he himself were to enter the Ancient Huanghai World, he would undoubtedly be the one giving the orders.

However, now that he could not enter, the issues of leadership and strategies became a bigger problem.

Xiao Budian and Zhu Yi were the two disciples with the highest level of mastery. They could not be in the same group. While Xiao Budian may be young, he was bright and full of ideas.

Hence, in terms of abilities, placing the two of them in the same group would be a waste.

Wang Lin and Xiao Budian too should not be in the same group. While Wang Lin ranked above him in terms of seniority, Xiao Budian’s mastery was higher than his. If the two of them were to have any disagreement, it would be terribly problematic.

Hence, despite knowing about the chilly relations between Zhu Yi and Wang Lin, Lin Feng decided to group them together.

The only problem was that the troublemakers Xiao Budian, Tuntun and Zhuge Fengling were all the in the same group, and there was no one who could effectively control them. They would surely become the strongest, quickest and best-prepared trouble-making squad.

"But since they are going into the dungeon, let them be."

With a hint of mischief, Lin Feng continued saying, "After the groups have been split, you could still explore the different parts of the Ancient Huanghai World. Members of the same group can move independently, but please look out for each other and try to stick close."

The seven of them nodded their heads. Lin Feng looked at them for a while before smiling suddenly.

He looked at Zhu Yi’s group and said smiling, "In your group, only Zhu Yi is in the Aurous Core stage, and hence he had more responsibilities to bear. If you meet any enemies that needed everyone’s help to overcome, you must not only devise tactics but also fight on the front line."

"Simply speaking, you must be both the strategist and warrior."

"For the rest, Hongyan shall be the second tank in the group. You’ll also be partially in charge of inflicting damage-per-second."

"For Wang Lin, you should try to stay as far away as possible and find a suitable spot to attack. You’ll mainly be in charge of inflicting maximum amount damage-per-second."

"Yang Qing could take a more backseat role. Try and support your three seniors and heal them if possible. You have seen how I healed your junior with the Grand Moon Primordial Water and our sect’s spells?"

As Lin Feng said excitedly, he turned his head to look at Xiao Budian and said, "For you three, it’s simple. Tuntun would be the main combatant, Tianhao will be in charge of inflicting maximum damage-per-second and Zhuge Fengling, try not to get in the way."

Saying that he paused as if he had more to say, then he realized that the seven disciples before him stared at him with their mouth agape and eyes glazed.

Everyone’s brains were filled with question marks.

In their eyes, Lin Feng could see the sense of confusion in their eyes.

The seven of them had frozen expressions as they stared confusedly at their master. Loss was written all over their faces.

"Life is as lonely as a snowflake," Lin Feng deliberately revealed a joyous expression before raising his head to the sky and sighing.

An appearance of shame crept over the disciples’ faces. They were ashamed of being unable to understand their master’s teachings.

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "I don’t blame you." He was kidding at first. The group before them had more than enough battling experiences. In the face of true danger, they would definitely react accordingly. Why would they require Lin Feng’s rigid battling techniques?

Honestly speaking, Lin Feng set this stratagem out for them to vent his frustration at him being unable to go down into the dungeon with them.

After he watched Zhu Yi and the rest boarded the Sea Dragon Boat, Lin Feng conveyed the ways to operate the boat to them. Then, he sent them off to the Sea of the Northern Wind.

Nearby, Shi Zongyue, the Blue Pavilion Holy Man, Cao Wei, Huo Xiu and the other Immortal Soul stage grandmasters were doing the same thing.

As the eight Sea Dragon Boats descended together as they disappeared from the surface of the lake and went towards the Sea of Northern Wind. There, there was a source of bright light. That was the entrance to the Ancient Huanghai World.

As they passed into the light, the eight Sea Dragon Boats entered the Ancient Huanghai World. Lin Feng stared at its entrance and he focused his gaze on its entrance.

He discovered, to his surprise, that the entrance of the Ancient Huanghai World trembled a bit after Zhu Yi and the rest entered it.

Lin Feng thought about it carefully as he realized that the connection between the Ancient Huanghai World and the Divine Lands were not as firm as he had previously thought.

He turned his head to look at Shi Zongyue, who nodded and said, "When an external entity enters the Ancient Huanghai World, it would cause the already-unstable Ancient Huanghai World to become more chaotic. That’s why we limit the number of people who enter it."

The prince of the Great Qin Empire stared at the entrance with a serious expression as he said, "I stand guard here to ward off any accidents."

Lin Feng nodded his head and said nothing. He projected his gaze to the Hidden Dragon Gorge far away as he noticed many cultivators trading over there. Some Nascent Soul cultivators were present there too.

"Why don’t you join in the fun?" Lin Feng smiled as he asked Jieyu and the Kui Cow King, both of whom were currently stored in Lin Feng’s Celestial Small World.

Jieyu and the Kui Cow King thought for a while before replying, "Thank you master for your kindness, but we’ll pass."

Lin Feng did not force them. In an exchange between human cultivators, the presence of two demonic lords may not be very appropriate. It may even make the whole thing very awkward.

"Master Lin, if you have the time, why not follow me to the Purple Clouds Peak on Mount Thunder? We extend our most sincere welcome," asked the Blue Pavilion Holy Man, smiling.

Feeling his sincerity, Lin Feng gratefully nodded his head and said, "I am deeply touched by your sect’s kindness. I will definitely make the trip there one day. When that day comes, I’m afraid I would have to disturb you."

As the two of them talked happily, Lin Feng suddenly felt one of his Voice-Projecting Crystal shatter. A voice was transmitted to him. It was Xiao Yan’s.

"He contacted me recently, there was no problem then..." Lin Feng’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Xiao Yan’s intermittent voice, "Master... come... quick..."

Lin Feng could hear Xiao Yan breaking the spatial talisman he had given him earlier. This allowed Lin Feng to locate his exact location.

"Eh? It’s one of the Middle Worlds, and an Ancient World."

Lin Feng arched his brows as he looked at the Blue Pavilion Holy Man and Shi Zongyue. He nodded sincerely, "Something urgent cropped up. I must go. Could you help me with looking after my affairs here?"

With that, Lin Feng turned around and disappeared into the void.

Shi Zongyue and the other Immortal Soul stage elders looked at each other. Numerous thoughts floated through their minds as they tried to guess what made Lin Feng disappear in such a rush.

In the void, a light appeared on Lin Feng’s head, then a silhouette. It appeared similar to the Black Heavenly Treasure Tree on Mount Yujing.

The light danced a bit as Lin Feng dashed through the limitless void. He went at a speed way above the limit of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

In the next instant, Lin Feng broke through space as he landed in a brand new world. This world felt ancient and Lin Feng could feel several immensely powerful presence.

However, this did not stop Lin Feng from feeling an immense rage when he saw Xiao Yan. His heart burned as the anger went straight to his head.

He saw Xiao Yan sitting cross-legged weakly on the top of a mountain. His long black coat was severely damaged and his inner purple robes were more or less destroyed too.

Lin Feng did not need to approach to feel that the several powerful auras smashing against Xiao Yan’s body, weakening him.

"Who did this?" Lin Feng’s face was expressionless and his voice was icy like the Nine Nether Drought.

Xiao Yan looked at Lin Feng and his face broke into a smile. His normally tough and rugged face now betrayed signs of weakness as he said softly, "Master..."

Saying that, Xiao Yan’s face turned. With a mighty splat, he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

This blood did not land on the ground. Instead, it began to burn in mid-air. It burned gold, azure and two dots of light, blue and red, shone from the gold. As the three types of fire burned simultaneously, they vaporized the blood into smoke in an instance.

Lin Feng nodded his head, "Nanming Primordial Fire, very good, very good... very good!"

The mountain beneath his feet crumbled into stones with a stomp. Lin Feng was truly angry.

Looking at the scene, Xiao Yan was shocked. He always remembered his master as a calm, collected person. The last time he saw Lin Feng this angry was when he tried protecting Zhu Yi and Xiao Budian and was injured.

That time, Tao Er, who tried to make a move against them, was reduced to nothing.

Xiao Yan grabbed Lin Feng’s sleeves, "No... master... it’s not Zhen’er’s family members, it’s... it’s my... cough!"

Panicking, Xiao Yan was overcome by his internal injuries and fainted.

Lin Feng looked at the scene before him puzzled. He reached out to grab Xiao Yan as he examined him with his mana. His face turned immediately.