Chapter 100: Collecting Interest

“Can’t kill them? Why not?” Feng Tianlin couldn’t help but ask.

“After all, we’re from Earth—can’t you have a little common sense? Haven’t you heard of the time paradox?” Future Feng Tianlin rolled his eyes.

Feng Tianlin scratched his head, surprised he had completely forgotten about this issue.

But at this moment, Lü Dongbin started clamoring, “If it weren’t for the fact that our powers are heavily suppressed here, just who do you think you are?”

Though pale and trembling with fear, clearly terrified, he still put on a brave front upon hearing Future Feng Tianlin say they couldn’t be killed.

Future Feng Tianlin looked at Lü Dongbin with extreme contempt. “Your powers are suppressed, but do you think mine aren’t? We’re all at the same level. The fact that you’re scared like this says everything.”

Hearing the word “scared,” Feng Tianlin suddenly realized that beyond the blackened marks from before, the Eight Immortals didn’t seem to have any real injuries.

So, these Eight Immortals were simply frightened out of their wits by his future self?

Feng Tianlin shook his head and clicked his tongue in disbelief. “Is that all immortals are?”

Lü Dongbin fell silent, seemingly recalling everything he had been through.

“What exactly did you do to them?” Feng Tianlin asked curiously.

“You’ll find out in due time,” Future Feng Tianlin smiled. “Alright, breaking time rules is a real hassle. I have to go now.”

“Wait! Will I ever rule the world? What happened to Long Mengting and the others? What’s the deal with that sword of yours? And what about the thunder summoning skill?”

Feng Tianlin had so many questions he couldn’t just let his future self leave so easily.

Future Feng Tianlin shook his head. “Remember what I’m about to say.”

Feng Tianlin nodded.

“Fan Tianxing cannot die yet. He’ll be very useful to you in the future. Don’t worry, even in his sorry state, he poses no threat to you.”

Feng Tianlin frowned, reluctant to give up killing Fan Tianxing so easily.

“Why not plant a Nightmare Mark on him?”

“Even that’s not allowed!” Future Feng Tianlin emphasized from the side.

Before Feng Tianlin could think further, his future self continued.

“Don’t stay in Huaxia for now. The waters there are too deep—you won’t be able to handle it.”

“You don’t think I can handle it? Come on, what level of Kaiyuan realm isn’t under my control?” Feng Tianlin protested.

“Do you think you can handle those Eight Immortals?” His future self poured cold water on him. “Don’t count on me. Breaking time rules is complicated. I can only help you this once.”

Feng Tianlin felt something was off about this—how could he be telling himself “you” and “I” as if they were different people?

Still, he didn’t press it and simply asked, “Then where should I go?”

“Just go overseas and leave the rest to fate. Five years from now, the world will change drastically again. That’s when you’ll return to Huaxia. Most of the ancient strange creatures will awaken then. You know what that means, right?”

With things laid out so plainly, Feng Tianlin couldn’t help but understand—it was about absorbing their primordial power.

Such a grand prospect made Feng Tianlin’s mouth water.

In Huaxia, he might still have enemies, but overseas, it would be like a king slaughtering silver-ranked players—mass chaos.

Besides, he had planted two moles inside the two biggest organizations fighting strange creatures—the Bureau of Strange Creature Investigation and the Taoist Alliance. Retaking Huaxia would be a breeze.

Thinking of this, his eyes gleamed with anticipation as he imagined leading an army of strange creatures, surrounding all of Huaxia, with humans wailing in terror inside.

Future Feng Tianlin patted his shoulder. “Alright, I really have to go now.”

He wasn’t so worried about Feng Tianlin surviving in Huaxia, but overseas he would gain much more.

Lü Dongbin seemed to realize Future Feng Tianlin was about to leave and mustered his courage again. “I thought you were from over there, but no one from there could be as strong as you. I look forward to our next meeting.”

Future Feng Tianlin didn’t even turn his head. “Next time we meet, you’ll be running around beaten.” Then he vanished into thin air.

Now, Feng Tianlin had no protection left. If the Eight Immortals attacked now, he would surely die.

Thinking this, he slowly stepped away and entered the city.

Fan Tianxing and the others, fearing the strange creature might strike again, fled one after another. The Eight Immortals now used their sea-crossing abilities to escape.

On Earth, the Eight Immortals each show their unique powers crossing the sea; now, they each show their skills fleeing.

Future Feng Tianlin certainly wouldn’t deceive him. Sending him overseas meant opportunities awaited there.

As for Ling City and Tianjing City—please, there were so many overseas cities, even if none matched Huaxia, they were easy enough to acquire.

Without overthinking, he summoned the Ghost Train and packed away all the high-level strange creatures. These would help him establish a foothold overseas.

“Boss, where are we headed?” Long Mengting sat in the driver’s cabin of the Ghost Train, swinging her legs back and forth, looking bored.

There was no wireless network on this Ghost Train, which was pure hell for her.

Feng Tianlin adjusted the coordinates as he replied, “We were supposed to go abroad, but I have some business to take care of first.”

“What business?” Long Mengting’s big eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“Collect some interest!” Feng Tianlin said, then immediately teleported.

As soon as he arrived, he split off a clone, sent it down, and quickly moved to the next location.

Repeating this fifteen times, after arranging all his clones, he finally smiled.

“What are you doing?” Long Mengting stared at Feng Tianlin’s mysterious actions, her little head full of questions.

“Isn’t it the New Year right now?” Feng Tianlin didn’t answer her question but asked instead.

“Yes, so what? What does this have to do with strange creatures?” Long Mengting was still confused.

“Humans hold annual gatherings during the New Year, and many people attend,” Feng Tianlin’s smile turned wicked.

He had just split off fifteen clones, deployed them in fifteen cities. Now, he only needed to control these clones to find the annual gatherings and cause havoc!

The cities he chose were random—some strong, some weak. These clones rushed headlong to places where human presence was strongest.

This time, he didn’t just kill people; he caused panic. Fear spread by the living was far more potent than that caused by the dead.

Naturally, many high-ranking humans guarded the gatherings, but to Feng Tianlin, these so-called elites were a joke. In the end, they either fled or were killed.

At the capital’s gathering, one of Feng Tianlin’s clones spotted a familiar figure.

Wasn’t that Wang Hui?

The young man was walking the festival with a cute girl.

Feng Tianlin’s arrival scattered the crowd. Seeing others flee, Wang Hui instinctively ran too, though he didn’t understand why.

When he saw the familiar doll-like figure, delight lit up his eyes.

Why panic when the boss is here? Surely he wouldn’t kill him.

But just as he thought this, Feng Tianlin charged toward Sili Ren. At the same time, Wang Hui received an order: “Why play hero? Stand aside.”

Upon hearing Feng Tianlin’s command, Wang Hui understood and immediately shielded Sili Ren with his body. He was then blasted several meters away, crashing heavily to the ground.

To the readers: This concludes the Huaxia arc. The protagonist’s killing spree was intense, but starting from the next two chapters, the story will return to its horror roots. Prepare yourselves.