Chapter 468: Chapter 468 Why are the Elders Bowing? I Just Wanted a Cookie

Daoist Soul Reaper could not move. Not his arms. Not his fingers. Not even his eyelids properly. A horrifying realization slowly surfaced within his mind.

His entire body had been sealed. No... Not merely sealed. Suppressed on a level beyond his understanding.

"What is this?!" He tried to shout. But no sound came out. His lips would not move. Even his divine sense felt chained down into a tiny, suffocating prison.

Panic began rising rapidly within him. Daoist Soul Reaper immediately examined his surroundings.

He found himself inside a private chamber filled with rows of beds covered in white cloth. The air was cold.

A strange medicinal smell mixed together with the faint scent of death lingered heavily throughout the room.

Dim lights flickered weakly overhead, causing long eerie shadows to stretch across the walls.

Everything was silent to an uncomfortable degree. Even Daoist Soul Reaper’s own breathing sounded unnaturally loud within the chamber.

At first, his mind was still slightly disoriented from the torment he had just endured. But it did not take long for realization to slowly dawn on him.

"...A morgue?" His pupils shrank slightly.

Every bed around him had a body lying beneath the white cloth coverings.

Some appeared human while others were clearly strange beasts or cultivators with unusual features.

The atmosphere alone was enough to make ordinary people shiver. Yet what unsettled Daoist Soul Reaper the most was not the corpses.

It was the fat man again... standing there over him, still salivating, staring at him as though he were the most delicious delicacy in the entire world.

"This fat man..." A cold chill spread through Daoist Soul Reaper’s heart. For the first time in countless years... He truly felt helpless. Not during battle.

Not while facing heavenly tribulations. Not even while confronting ancient enemies stronger than him. But now. Here. Before this strange fat man.

Meanwhile, the fat man continued staring at him with growing excitement.

Then suddenly...

"A Divine Tribulation Realm powerhouse... Peak Stage!" The fat man spoke softly as though admiring a priceless treasure. His eyes shone brighter and brighter.

"This is a huge gift..." His grin slowly widened. Wider. Wider.

Until it almost reached his ears.

"It seems I should start calling that old fogey Lin Feng ’father’ from now on."

"Hehehehehe..." A strange laugh echoed through the dead place.

Daoist Soul Reaper felt his scalp turn numb. Something about this fat man was deeply wrong. It was not cultivation. Not aura. Not pressure. In fact...

The fat man barely emitted any cultivation fluctuations at all. Yet Daoist Soul Reaper’s instincts were screaming louder than they had even while facing Lin Feng.

The feeling... Was similar to standing before a starving beast that had just found fresh meat after ages of hunger.

The fat man slowly circled around him with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Tsk. Tsk."

"A real Divine Tribulation Realm expert."

"You know how hard these are to catch nowadays?" He leaned closer again. Very close.

Close enough for Daoist Soul Reaper to smell snacks, tea, and roasted meat lingering on his breath. The fat man smiled warmly.

"Relax."

"I’m a very gentle person."

For some reason, those words terrified Daoist Soul Reaper more than all the possible torture he would get. The old monster immediately struggled instinctively.

Since he could not move his body, he tried to circulate his spiritual essence once more, attempting to force his meridians and soul energy to respond.

It was a lost cause.

"Mmmghhhhh!!!" His eyes nearly burst open from pain. Even his vision blurred instantly.

The fat man clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"Aiya."

"Don’t move around randomly."

"You’ll damage the goods."

Goods?

GOODS?!

Daoist Soul Reaper’s mind trembled violently. He was being treated like some kind of livestock.

No! Worse. Like a rare collectible. The fat man crouched beside him and carefully poked Daoist Soul Reaper’s cheek.

"Interesting..."

"Very interesting..."

Then he suddenly gasped softly.

"Oh?"

"You still have resentment qi hidden in your soul sea?" His eyes lit up.

"A bonus!" Daoist Soul Reaper felt cold sweat forming despite his current state.

Who exactly was this monster?! At that moment, countless horrifying possibilities surfaced in his mind. Ancient demon cultivator? Forbidden soul researcher?

A sealed primordial devil? The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. Meanwhile, the fat man muttered to himself excitedly while walking around.

"A Divine Tribulation Realm body..."

"A powerful soul..."

"Ancient death qi..."

"Tsk. Tsk. This is premium quality." He rubbed his hands together eagerly.

"I can play with this one for a very long time." Daoist Soul Reaper’s Dao heart almost collapsed completely.

Play?

PLAY?!

He suddenly missed Lin Feng. At least Lin Feng had been straightforward. This fat man... This fat man was insane. The fat man abruptly clapped his hands.

"Alright!"

"It’s time to begin!"

His entire face brightened with childlike excitement. Then he dragged over a gigantic bed from the darkness. Daoist Soul Reaper’s eyes widened.

A bed? There was only so much one could imagine someone doing in a bed.

"Hehehe..." The fat man picked up the old man and laid him on the bed.

"Don’t worry."

"I’ll take very good care of you." Daoist Soul Reaper suddenly began struggling harder than ever before.

"Mmmghhhh!! MMMMGHHHH!!!" The old man was shouting curses in his mind but all that could be heard were muffled sounds.

The fat man sighed helplessly.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"We’re all friends here."

Then... A minute later... The fat man became very busy with his new toy.

***

Meanwhile, Ming Hua had already returned to Lin Feng’s presence. However, unlike before, she now had to negotiate for the release of not two... but three prisoners.

The thought alone made her feel a headache coming. Ming Ye and Ming Xi were already troublesome enough.

Now even Daoist Soul Reaper had somehow ended up captured as well.

When she first accepted this mission from her clan, she had imagined herself arriving with dignity, displaying the clan’s authority, and smoothly resolving the matter through pressure and negotiation.

She did not expect her clan to look like a child in front of Lin Feng at all.