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It took about ten minutes for the communicator to regain its signal.

The first call Lin Feng made was to the encrypted channel of the military's Northwest Liaison Station.

"Lin Feng! You finally..."

"The coordinates of the secret realm have been leaked, the Japanese infiltrators have been eliminated, and the Zhao family dispatched an elite squad, which was completely wiped out."

There was a three-second silence on the other end.

"Where are you located now?"

"Northwest of the wasteland, about twelve kilometers from the entrance to the secret realm."

"Don't move. Old Zhou has already set off and will be there in two hours."

The communication was disconnected.

Lin Feng put away the communicator, patted the earth dragon's neck, and made it stop.

The eagle landed on the back of the earth dragon, its wings still stained with blood.

The four Japanese guards who had just fled were torn to shreds by it.

Two hours.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the back of the earth dragon, closed his eyes, and began to practice his internal energy cultivation.

The fight with Kazama Hayato just now didn't take a huge toll, but it used up a lot of my mental energy.

The recovery speed of his sixth-grade mental energy was much faster than before, and he returned to his peak state in half an hour.

He spent the rest of the time taking inventory of the items in his storage ring.

The rewards from the secret realm were immense.

Ores, elixirs, weapon blanks, fragments of formation scrolls, and the jade slip that records the secrets of beast taming.

Most importantly, there is information about the Nether Dragon.

He doesn't plan to tell anyone about this for the time being.

It's not that I don't trust the military.

Among those who have access to information about the secret realm, some are selling information.

The precision of the map in the hands of the Japanese was beyond what peripheral reconnaissance could achieve.

Two hours later.

To the southeast, a group of figures appeared on the horizon.

Extremely fast speed, and well-organized formation.

Lin Feng spread out his spiritual power and scanned the fluctuations of the newcomer's qi and blood.

The weakest Martial Saint is at the third stage, while most are between the fourth and fifth stages.

The old man leading the group had a robust and powerful presence, like a mountain.

Half-step Emperor of Martial Arts.

The earth dragon sensed the oppressive force, lowered its head, and made a whimpering sound.

The vulture folded its wings and dared not move.

The person landed.

More than twenty elite soldiers dispersed and formed a battle formation to block off a 300-meter radius around them.

The movements were clean and efficient, without a single wasted word.

The elderly man leading the group stepped forward.

Mr. Zhou.

Lin Feng had seen this name in military files.

The Northwest Military Region's top combat force, a half-step Martial Emperor, guarding the Northwest.

It is said that in his youth, he single-handedly stormed into a secret realm in mainland Japan, annihilated three peak martial saints inside, and escaped unscathed.

The old man looked to be in his early seventies. He was not tall and wore a faded old military uniform. His hair was gray and his face was deeply wrinkled.

But as he stood there, the air around him seemed to sink.

"Raymond Lam?"

"Old Zhou."

Lin Feng jumped off the earth dragon's back and stood up straight.

Old Zhou looked him up and down and nodded.

"Younger than the file says."

Lin Feng did not respond.

Old Zhou didn't bother with pleasantries and went straight to the point: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Lin Feng recounted the course of the battle.

The Zhao family squad, comprised of Japanese infiltrators, was completely wiped out.

Lin Feng took out the map of the secret realm and the mission document with the seal that he had found on the Japanese man and handed them over.

Old Zhou took the map, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

His finger paused on the map for two seconds.

Then he folded the map and put it in his pocket.

"How much of what was inside the secret realm did you take?"

"I've taken everything I was entitled to."

Old Zhou glanced at him.

"Fine, we won't ask you for a single penny."

That's a straightforward statement.

Lin Feng waited for the next part.

As expected, Old Zhou didn't stop.

"But there's one thing I need your cooperation on."

"Please speak."

Old Zhou turned around and waved to the elites behind him.

More than 20 people retreated simultaneously, spreading out to a distance of 50 meters, forming a soundproof perimeter.

Only after everyone had retreated a distance did Old Zhou speak again.

"Have you ever thought about how the coordinates of the secret realm were leaked?"

"I've thought about it."

Lin Feng described the fragments of images he had retrieved from Kazama Hayato's consciousness.

The seal mark on the sealed envelope.

After listening, Old Zhou remained silent for a few seconds.

"Three years ago, the military intelligence department discovered that someone was selling information about the secret realm."

Lin Feng remained silent.

"At first, it was just small C-level or B-level secret realms, so the leaks didn't have much of an impact. But starting last year, the coordinates of A-level secret realms also began to leak out. This time, your S-level secret realm is the first time."

Old Zhou's voice was very low.

"There are only seven people in the Northwest Military Region who have access to S-level secret realm intelligence."

Lin Feng's finger twitched.

"The head and deputy head of the intelligence department, three military region commanders, and two direct staff officers."

Old Zhou counted them off one by one, "Seven people, all of whom are old comrades I've known for twenty or thirty years."

"They've been investigating for three years and still haven't found anything?"

"We investigated." Old Zhou shook his head. "Every time we were about to lock onto a lead, the clues would go cold. The other side has very strong counter-surveillance capabilities, or rather, they know our investigation process too well."

Lin Feng thought for a moment.

"So what do you need me to do?"

Old Zhou looked at him.

"Use as bait."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.

"I'll spread a message," Old Zhou said, holding up a finger, "saying that you've discovered a method to tame Martial Emperor-level beasts in the secret realm."

Lin Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

This fake news is only a thin line away from the truth.

He did indeed obtain the jade slip containing the secret techniques for taming beasts. However, the necessary conditions were not yet met.

"The information was only released through the channels of those seven individuals. The details of each message were slightly different," Old Zhou continued. "Whoever made the move was the mole."

Classic fishing techniques.

"And then what?" Lin Feng asked.

"Once you make a move, someone will come looking for you." Old Zhou's tone was very calm. "It could be an assassination attempt, or it could be an attempt to win you over. Whatever it is, you'll have to accept it."

Lin Feng remained silent for two seconds.

"What if the person who comes is stronger than me?"

Old Zhou took out a token from his pocket and handed it over.

"Northwest Military Region Emergency Support Order. Once activated, all military forces within a 100-kilometer radius will arrive at your location within fifteen minutes."

Lin Feng took the token and weighed it in his hand.

"Fifteen minutes is enough time to die several times over."

Old Zhou chuckled.

"You just wiped out thirteen members of the Zhao family and nine from Japan all by yourself, including martial saints ranging from the fourth to the sixth level. I think you can last for ten minutes without any problem."

Lin Feng put the token into his storage ring.

"There's one more thing." Old Zhou's smile faded. "The military will handle the Zhao family's affairs; you don't need to worry about it."

"What is the cultivation level of Patriarch Zhao?"

"Martial Saint, Seventh Dan".

Lin Feng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Old Zhou turned to leave, but then stopped.

"By the way, the news will be released tonight. After you go back, go about your normal business as usual. Don't give anything away."

"clear."

Old Zhou took a few steps, then suddenly turned back.

"Raymond Lam".

"Um?"

"You really haven't found a way to tame a Martial Emperor-level beast?"

Lin Feng met his gaze for a second.

"no."

Old Zhou stared at him for two seconds, then smiled.

"OK."

He didn't ask any more questions and strode towards his own group.

More than twenty elite soldiers quickly regrouped and followed Elder Zhou as he headed southeast.

Lin Feng stood there, watching the group of people disappear into the horizon.

"Walk."

The earth dragon took a step and ran towards the military region's garrison.

The eagle spread its wings overhead and flew higher and higher.

The communicator rang again.

The signal was very clear this time.

"Lin Feng, there's movement from the Zhao family." The military liaison officer's voice was urgent. "The Zhao family head left the family's residence half an hour ago with eight people, and their direction is unknown."

Lin Feng tapped his finger on the communicator.

Martial Saint, 7th Dan.

He brought eight people with him.

Before the news was even released, the Zhao family had already made their move.

Is it for revenge, or...?

Lin Feng pressed the reply button on the communicator.

Which direction did he walk in?

"northwest."

Lin Feng looked up and glanced at the direction he was heading.

It's also in the Northwest.