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Lin Feng remained silent.

He reached into his robes, took out the note left by Su Wanqing, and handed it over.

"The Xuanming Cold Iron Water can be found here."

Shen Wanchui snatched the note, glanced at the coordinates, and his expression changed.

"The Xuanming Cold Iron Water is indeed the most yin and cold quenching material in the world, and it has a miraculous effect on the Star Dragon Bone Spirit, allowing this spear to truly come to life..."

He raised his head, his eyes becoming extremely solemn.

"But these coordinates are located deep within the most treacherous part of the wasteland, the 'Storm Canyon'! There, fierce winds rage year-round, and even Martial Saints dare not claim they'll emerge unscathed!"

"Who gave it to you? This is clearly a dead end! A trap!"

Having spent his entire life forging, Shen Wanchui knew the origins of materials like the back of his hand, and naturally, he was also familiar with every dangerous spot in the Northwest wilderness.

"I know."

Lin Feng's answer consisted of only three words.

Calm and composed.

Shen Wanchui was stunned. He stared at Lin Feng's excessively young face and didn't react for a moment.

"You knew? You knew and you still went?"

"They weren't after the gun, they were after me."

Lin Feng put the unfinished divine spear back into his storage ring, and the oppressive aura emanating from the suspended spear instantly disappeared.

"This gun is bait, and I am bait too."

"Instead of waiting for them to come up with other ways to cause me trouble, I'd rather step into this pit myself."

Lin Feng's tone remained completely calm.

"Perfect, let's wipe them out in one fell swoop."

Shen Wanchui gasped.

madman!

This eighteen-year-old is an absolute madman!

He wanted to use himself as bait to lure a venomous snake lurking in the shadows!

"you......"

Shen Wanchui opened his mouth, wanting to offer some advice, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

The young man's eyes were frighteningly resolute.

It was a look of absolute confidence in one's own abilities.

"Oh! Be careful in everything..."

In the end, Shen Wanchui could only manage to utter this one sentence.

Lin Feng nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk out of the forging workshop.

The earth dragon sensed his presence and raised its head from its slumber.

Lin Feng did not set off immediately.

He walked to a secluded corner, took out an encrypted communicator, quickly edited a message, and sent it to Old Zhou.

"Qian Weiguo sent over the coordinates for the quenching materials, pointing to Storm Canyon."

"It's a trap, targeting the newly forged weapon, and myself."

"I'm prepared to turn the tables on them, go deep into their trap, and lure them out."

"When I take action, I will send a signal with the highest authority. Please have Mr. Zhou prepare an elite force, ready to close the net at any time."

"Do not send anyone near before I give the signal, lest we alert the enemy."

The message has been sent.

Lin Feng waited quietly.

This time, he doesn't need Old Zhou to send anyone to help him.

What he needed was for Old Zhou to prepare a large enough net after he had hooked the fish and beaten it half to death, so that he could catch the fish and all the forces behind it in one fell swoop!

One minute later.

The communicator vibrated.

Old Zhou's reply was still just one word.

"allow."

Behind this word lies unreserved trust and the authorization to mobilize the highest combat power of the entire Northwest Military Region!

Old Zhou immediately understood Lin Feng's intention.

This young man is going to use himself as the sharpest knife to personally dissect the festering sore inside the military region!

Meanwhile, at the Northwest Military Region headquarters, a top-secret order was issued from Zhou Lao's office, directly reaching a special forces unit codenamed "Griffin".

The entire unit instantly entered a state of maximum combat readiness!

All personnel, equipment, and combat supplies were assembled within ten minutes, like a lurking beast, ready to pounce on any coordinate thousands of miles away at a single command!

Outside the forging workshop.

Lin Feng put away the communicator, flipped over, and mounted the earth dragon.

High in the sky, the eagle let out a loud cry, circled down, and scanned the surroundings with its sharp eyes.

"Walk."

The earth dragon strides forward on all fours, making no attempt to conceal its tracks, and swaggers off towards Storm Canyon.

Dust flew everywhere.

The figures of a man, a dragon, and an eagle left a long trail across the wasteland.

On a secluded sand dune a few kilometers behind them.

Two observation posts, disguised as rocks, were intently watching the direction Lin Feng had left with high-powered spirit-patterned telescopes.

"The mission has begun!"

"Confirmed! Alone!"

"Direction: Storm Canyon, in line with plan!"

One of them immediately put down his binoculars and reported the intelligence through a more secretive, encrypted channel.

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the other side.

In Qian Weiguo's office.

He had just hung up a call when a chilling sneer appeared on his face.

"They've taken the bait."

He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the soldiers coming and going in the military camp outside, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"You choose the path to heaven but refuse to take it, while barging into the gates of hell when there are none."

Qian Weiguo muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of morbid excitement.

"An eighteen-year-old psychic? A once-in-a-century genius?"

"Today, I'll show you that in the face of absolute strategy, even a genius is no different from a lamb to the slaughter!"

"Storm Canyon... I hope you like this wonderful gift I've prepared for you."

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