Looting the life force of demons to forge a golden body Martial God-Chapter 336 - 324: Woman, Your Name is Changeability; Adoration from the Prison, Let Me Touch!

Chapter 336: Chapter 324: Woman, Your Name is Changeability; Adoration from the Prison, Let Me Touch!

Once Wang Xue Rui’s emotions had stabilized, Chu Feng softly coaxed her for a long time before he finally made her smile through her tears.

After experiencing the fear of separation, the barrier between the two seemed to silently thin quite a bit.

Wang Xue Rui no longer felt shy about being intimate with Chu Feng in public; she ignored the strange looks from everyone around and clung to Chu Feng, unwilling to leave his embrace. freewebnoveℓ.com

A pair of snowy white hands tightly clutched Chu Feng’s clothes, and her eyes, shimmering like water, fixed intently on him, making the onlookers’ teeth ache with envy.

Ge Yunsong and several other elders smiled and shook their heads before turning to leave the area.

Meanwhile, Wang Erbao’s face had turned as black as a pot on the stove, itching to grind his teeth on his "good brother" and suck his blood.

However, the calmed Wang Xue Rui eventually returned to her original mature and capable demeanor. Before even ten minutes had passed, she pushed Chu Feng away, lightly chiding him, "We’re not in some life-or-death farewell, stop clinging to your sister, go about your business."

Chu Feng: "..."

Who’s clinging to whom?

Women, your name is fickleness!

He smiled wordlessly, gazing into Wang Xue Rui’s eyes, and said earnestly, "Wait for me to come back."

From those large eyes, he felt a passion that made his blood boil. After waving goodbye, he turned and left decisively.

’A hero’s grave is the gentle homeland!

In just this short moment, I’ve even thought of what names to give our children once we retire to the tranquility of the mountains... How absurd!’

Joking inwardly at how spirited his young body always seemed, he approached the guard captain, smiling somewhat embarrassingly as he said:

"Sorry, Captain, I was too excited just now. If I offended you in any way, please forgive me."

"..."

The guard captain, with a dark expression, grabbed him and shoved him into the vehicle: "Move, everyone stay on high alert!"

Who they were being vigilant of went without saying.

This young man they were handling was a typical high-risk individual!

...

The military explosive-resistant vehicle did not enter the city center, but instead took a large detour to the northwest outskirts of Yan Capital.

There stood a high-security transfer prison that held inmates of considerable realms who had committed significant crimes and were soon to be sent to the front lines, such as murderers, robbers, and those guilty of grievous assault.

And Chu Feng was to spend a month’s time here, awaiting the commencement of the Longhua Xingyun Achievement Award ceremony.

The vehicle stopped at the prison gate, and the guard captain personally got out to sign in, and then, without delay, drove straight to the internal parking lot.

"Get out!"

With a low command from the guard captain, the four guards in the vehicle escorted Chu Feng out and handed him over to the prison guards who were waiting at the parking area, poised for action.

"High-risk inmate Chu Feng has been brought in. We will now proceed with the handover!"

After the guard captain completed the handover procedures with the guards, he turned his head for a last look at Chu Feng and suddenly warned in a low voice:

"Make sure those prisoners treat Chu Feng nicely. This kid easily gets into a muddle and doesn’t blink an eye at killing!"

The guard looked at Chu Feng and chuckled softly, "Don’t worry, the prison isn’t cut off from the world; we broadcast the news to the inmates every day.

"Most of the people here recognize Chu Feng, and well, how should I put it, they kind of admire him."

Guard Captain: "...?"

A giant question mark popped up over his head.

Admire what?

...

Adjacent to the parking area was an open space, surrounded by high, thick walls made of explosion-proof glass, soaring over thirty meters tall.

This open area served as the exercise yard for the high-security transfer prison of Yan Capital, where inmates were let out daily to frolic and release the robust energy they had no other way of venting.

Although the explosion-proof glass walls might not seem reliable, no inmate had the ability or the audacity to break through them.

Because the prison had been designed from the very beginning with a suppression protocol to inhibit True Force and spiritual power, anyone but guards carrying a specific token would have their combat capabilities largely restrained upon entering.

And these guards, they carried firearms!

Martial artists of the Cave Heaven Realm and below had no ability to withstand the fearsome lethal power of firearms; their only option was to dodge to stay alive!

Even those in the Yin Yang Realm, who could deploy Yin Yang True Force, might resist firearms and small-caliber shells, but were still no match for the baptism of a high-yield bomb. Even if they survived, they would suffer severe injuries.

Only the martial artists of the Hunyuan Realm, who had fully developed their inner domain spaces, could take refuge within and thus become immune to the bombardment of firearms.

However, if one’s expanded domain space were targeted by a bomb, it would still suffer considerable damage, which in turn would harm the martial artist themselves.

The first group of Demon Clan and Demon powerhouses that invaded Blue Star had learned this lesson the hard way.

Upon arriving in this world, they rejoiced at the richness they found, lamenting how weak and feeble it seemed.

This vast world couldn’t even produce a decent Cultivation System!

So they swarmed out of the Demon Realms carelessly, intending to conquer the entirety of Blue Star in a single day and then divvy up the territory among themselves.

As one can imagine, facing the dense rain of human artillery, these Different Race powerhouses were blasted into states of misery and distress.

Either they died miserably under the barrage of artillery and missiles, or they were left half-dead, captured by humans like piglets, taken back, and dissected into thousands of pieces for meticulous research to find out exactly what species Demons were.

Among them was even a Quasi-Demon King of the Demon Clan, which corresponded to the peak of Hunyuan, a Half-Step Law Phase in Martial Arts!

But this Quasi-Demon King, quite out of the blue, had a thermonuclear bomb dropped on his head.

Scornful of firearms, it didn’t take the nuclear bomb seriously and even tried to catch it with bare hands!

Then... the entire demon was vaporized, its essence scattered across the world with the monsoon winds.

By now, it might well have drifted off to Africa.

That was the consequence of not understanding science; dying without knowing how it happened.

...

The remaining Demon powerhouses were utterly terrified, seeking refuge in the depth of their Domains, never again daring to show themselves recklessly.

Under the deterrent power of firearms, humanity had gained enough breathing space.

It was not until Longhua State, the most ancient and profound nation on Blue Star, first explored and discovered the great pathway of Martial Arts and shared it with other countries and regions for a fee, that Blue Star began to have the means for self-protection under the iron hooves of the Different Race.

If Demon powerhouses were in such poor straits against firearms, then the prisoners within their range were even less able to withstand the test of truth.

That’s why the atmosphere in this prison was actually very harmonious. Even the ferocious convicts turned into perfect gentlemen in front of the guards.

In the face of absolute violence, everyone could deeply understand what humility and manners meant.

...

It was now the time for the prison to let the inmates out for some air; most of them were either squatting or sitting, lazily basking in the sun.

When someone noticed a car driving into the prison, they laughed, "Another unlucky bastard is being brought in."

Casually, those nearby started guessing, "What do you think the new guy did?"

"I think it’s murder."

"It must be robbery; robbing gets you money fast."

"..."

The crowd idly chatted to pass the tedious time, but were suddenly shaken by a shout of surprise.

"Holy shit, it’s Chu Feng! The genius Chu Feng from the news!"

"..."

Everyone fell silent for a moment, then burst into astonished uproar, standing up one after another!

"Fuck! Is it that Chu Feng, who slaughtered the aristocratic youngsters of Noble Clans in front of hundreds of people?"

"That’s nothing; he invented the Composite Technique! My son is cultivating with it now, and he’s progressing faster than those damn Noble Clan Descendants!"

"Damn, a Saint has come out of us poor commoners, huh!"

"Chu Feng! Chu Feng! Come on in! Let me touch you for some good luck!"

"..."