"Qin Feng, is that you? How are you here?" Xue Hen couldn’t have imagined running into Qin Feng here.
Lin Dong, using Qin Feng’s tone, said, "Can you guess how we’re here?"
Xue Hen didn’t have any good feelings towards Qin Feng, and seeing him appear suddenly made him naturally displeased.
He thought of a possibility.
"Could it be the Young Master sent you to follow behind me? Doesn’t trust me on my own?" Xue Hen snorted and asked.
Xue Hen really couldn’t understand why the Young Master valued this Qin Feng so much. Qin Feng is merely a human with the strength of a First Level of Heavenly Realm martial artist.
Why is he worth so much attention from the Young Master?
Hearing Qin Feng’s speculation, Lin Dong coughed lightly, nodded, and said, "Exactly, you’re right. The Young Master indeed doesn’t feel at ease with you alone, so he sent me along."
"Hmph, I don’t know what abilities you have, kid, that make the Young Master pay so much attention to you..." Xue Hen snorted coldly.
The reason Lin Dong hasn’t taken action to kill Xue Hen yet and was chatting using Qin Feng’s identity naturally had his considerations.
He wanted to use Qin Feng’s identity to get some information from him.
And now, he indeed used that identity to obtain some information.
The first piece of information was that the one wanting the Six-Transformation Immortal Grass was Fengtian. Moreover, Fengtian has now joined up with the Blood Clan Young Master and them.
They are obviously together.
The second piece of information was that Qin Feng was highly valued by the Blood Clan Young Master. As for why, it’s unknown.
The third piece of information was that this Xue Hen, a subordinate of the Blood Clan Young Master, seems to be at odds with Qin Feng. The tone of his speech wasn’t very friendly.
Lin Dong could judge all of this just from a few short sentences.
Of course, the information he most wanted to know wasn’t just these.
What he most wanted to know was about the recent big actions of the Blood Clan.
He hadn’t found out from Fengtian earlier, so he wanted to see if he could get the information from Xue Hen.
However, one problem was that Xue Hen clearly didn’t think much of ’Qin Feng’ and didn’t get along with Qin Feng.
So trying to inquire was evidently a bit troublesome.
"Cough cough, Brother Xue Hen. Please don’t take any previous offenses to heart... Here’s a token of goodwill; please accept it."
Lin Dong pondered for a while, thinking it was best to use ’Qin Feng’s identity’ to get along well with Xue Hen so that he could ask the desired questions.
He took out a Dan medicine from his bosom. It was a Deadwood Dan.
This Dan medicine was nothing to Lin Dong, but for other Heavenly Realm martial artists, even those in the first tier below the Secondary Ancestor, it was a supreme treasure.
Seeing that Lin Dong actually took out a Deadwood Dan to give to him, Xue Hen was also stunned; he didn’t expect this ’Qin Feng’ to be so generous.
If it was something else, he might have refused because he indeed found Qin Feng unpleasing before. He was obviously a human martial artist, with just First Level of Heavenly Realm strength, so why did he deserve the Young Master’s favor?
But seeing him take out a Deadwood Dan to curry favor, Xue Hen was indeed a bit swayed...
"Brother Xue Hen, I hope you’ll forgive my past rudeness... I apologize for my past offenses." Lin Dong said to Xue Hen using Qin Feng’s tone.
Seeing this, Xue Hen felt his face was saved and willingly accepted the much-desired Deadwood Dan.
Then he patted Qin Feng’s shoulder and laughingly said, "Not bad, Qin Feng. You know how to handle things."
"I forgot, besides being a First Level of Heavenly Realm martial artist, you’re also an Alchemist, and a Five-Rank Alchemist at that."
"I’ll accept this Deadwood Dan. I’ll accept your apology too. Remember to give me more Dan medicines if you make them in the future."
"In the Blood Clan, I’ll protect you..."
Xue Hen said this to Lin Dong.
Lin Dong hurriedly cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Then I’ll trouble Brother Xue Hen in the future."
After receiving the Deadwood Dan, Xue Hen looked at Lin Dong, glanced at his crotch, and showed a hesitant look.
"Brother Qin Feng, tell me honestly, do you hate our Lord Fengtian?" Xue Hen asked.
Lin Dong was taken aback, thought for a moment, and then said, "Of course I don’t hate..."
"Really don’t hate? Lord Fengtian actually turned you into a eunuch. Do you not hate that?"
"What?" Hearing this, Lin Dong was utterly shocked. He never imagined that Fengtian had made Qin Feng a eunuch?
Why?
Lin Dong suddenly thought of something and pondered secretly: "Could it be because I previously impersonated Qin Feng and flirted with Fengtian, and when Fengtian returned, she saw Qin Feng and vented her anger on him? Qin Feng bore the blame for me?"
Lin Dong was indeed smart. Just from this one statement, he deduced all of this.
And this was indeed the truth.
At the moment, Lin Dong continued using ’Qin Feng’s tone and said, "Isn’t that just a mix-up? How could I blame Lord Fengtian? If I must blame someone, it must be that fake bastard. I hate that bastard..."
Hearing this, Xue Hen suddenly said, "e to think of it, is that Lin Dong as terrible and fearsome as they say? His Transformation Technique is so good that even Lord Fengtian didn’t detect it?"
At this point, he suddenly stared closely at Lin Dong and shouted, "Damn, I suddenly remembered. Could you actually be that kid named Lin Dong in disguise?"
Lin Dong, using Qin Feng’s habitual gesture, spread his hands and said, "Brother Xue Hen, do you think that’s possible?"
"If I were a fake, how could I know that Fengtian turned me into a eunuch? And also know why she did it?"
"And know your name? If I were Lin Dong, I probably wouldn’t have met you, right? But just now, I recognized you right away."
Hearing this, Xue Hen found it logical.
"You’re right; it’s impossible for you to be fake. If you were fake, how would you know I’m Xue Hen?" Xue Hen shook his head, believing Lin Dong.
Lin Dong’s success in impersonating others depended mainly on his intelligence. At all times, he was adaptable.
He could deduce numerous pieces of information from a word or two from others, ensuring he wouldn’t say the wrong thing.
"By the way, Brother Xue Hen. Lord Fengtian, as such an existence, usually wouldn’t easily show herself even within the Blood Clan, right?"
"Why do you think she showed up this time? For what?" Lin Dong asked indirectly.
It seemed like he was curious about Fengtian’s appearance, but in fact, this questioning was related to the Blood Clan’s uping big move.
Sure enough, Xue Hen’s next sentence revealed the information Lin Dong wanted to know.
"Lord Fengtian’s appearance is, of course, related to a major matter our Extraterritorial Blood Clan is going to undertake..."
Hearing this, Lin Dong’s eyes brightened, and he blurted out, asking, "What major matter?"
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