Everyone's on a time-travel adventure! I'm raising city beasts in a post-apocalyptic world

The young demon-suppressing servant paused for a moment, then understood and quickly caught up with the group.

Lin Feng stood on the city wall of Xuan Turtle and glanced at the survivors who were led by Zhao Gao onto the elevator bridge. With the addition of these more than a thousand people, the population of Xuanfeng City had grown once again.

Most of these people looked blank and fearful, and no one dared to stop.

The middle-aged man who knelt the fastest walked at the front of the survivors' line, bent over with a fawning smile on his face, occasionally beckoning to the others behind him.

"Hurry up and catch up, don't keep the adults waiting too long."

He still had red marks on his forehead from kneeling and kowtowing, but his smile remained unchanged, as if he wasn't the one who had knelt down the fastest.

Zhao Gao walked at the front, expressionless. A demon-suppressing servant approached and whispered, "Sir, should I arrange for that manager surnamed Li to be dealt with separately? He seems like a troublemaker."

Zhao Gao glanced at him, his tone still calm: "He can't cause any trouble. Look at how quickly he knelt down just now. This kind of person is the most pragmatic and won't cause trouble for himself."

"Then... there are still a few hiding in the camp who haven't come out yet..."

Zhao Gao paused, his gaze sweeping over the other man's face. "Since you haven't come out, you don't need to..."

The evil-suppressing attendant immediately shut his mouth, lowered his head and took half a step back, not daring to ask any more questions.

Night falls.

The Xuan Turtle set off again, and Vivian stood at the edge of the giant tree's safe zone, waving to Lin Feng.

"Hey big guy, what's your name...?"

"Lin Feng..."

Vivian whispered, "Lin...Feng...remember to come back and see Vivian..."

The sound was drowned out by Xiao Xuan's heavy footsteps.

Vivian glanced at the empty camp, waved her hand, and countless tree roots surged, pulling all traces of the camp into the ground, covering it with soil as if no one had ever been there. Then she flew straight to the giant tree and merged into it.

Only the branches and leaves of a single giant tree swayed gently in the breeze, its psychic aura silently covering a radius of a kilometer.

Lin Feng, who was still not sleepy, arrived at the place where the boar people were being held. These boar people were not high-level, only level 3, and were not even of the Black Iron race.

Based on the principle of making use of waste, Lin Feng imprinted the Qi Gathering Method into their minds, attempting to get them to cultivate the Qi Gathering Method.

Half a day passed, and not only had they failed to grasp the basics, but they hadn't even sensed anything. They were all squatting in the iron cages, swaying their big ears, panting heavily, and staring blankly at Lin Feng with their cloudy little eyes.

In the end, Lin Feng had to admit that some races, even if they were intelligent, were born with muscles maxed out, leaving their intelligence bar empty.

Lin Feng rubbed his temples and decided to take a different approach; there was no useless person he couldn't utilize.

He took out the Soul Banner and injected a level-five vengeful soul, crafted by the half-insect man, into the body of a rather robust boar-man. The boar-man instantly arched several times its size, letting out a pig-like howl. Its veins bulged, and black energy surged from its pores, tearing open its skin and revealing worm-like limbs. A thick carapace began to grow on its skin.

The boar-man slammed wildly against the black iron cage, making a tremendous noise.

But just a minute later, the cries stopped abruptly, and the boar-man's entire body was drained of its life force, leaving it like a dried-up corpse.

died!

The wronged spirit emerged from his body and flew back into the soul banner. Lin Feng discovered that despite devouring the boar-man's soul and life essence, his intelligence had not increased at all. It seemed that simply consuming the soul and life essence could only enhance the wronged spirit's strength, but had no effect on increasing its intelligence.

"If anyone else were to possess the Soul Banner, they would be overjoyed. This world is full of strange creatures, and you can't catch them all no matter how hard you try. As long as you kill, you can increase the strength of the wronged souls. Moreover, by pulling those strange souls into the Soul Banner, the surface of the Soul Banner will actually emit golden light. Unfortunately, my goal is to get a herd of cattle and horses that can cultivate the Qi Gathering Technique."

"A wronged soul that doesn't work to earn the essence of heaven and earth is not a good wronged soul."

"It seems we still have to integrate slowly. We still have to use this parasitic method to create ghost slaves. Ugh, I mean, I'm supposed to be a high-class ghost master."

Lin Feng frowned and summoned a vengeful spirit made from the soul of a level 4 mutated insect from the soul banner. He then injected it into the body of another boarman. This time, the vengeful spirit successfully merged into the boarman. The boarman still howled miserably, but its voice was full of energy.

The boarman's aura climbed from level 4 to level 4, barely stabilizing, but it was still far from level 5.

"Sigh, I just can't integrate with level 5 vengeful spirits, and I can barely manage level 4 ones. Once the boarman dies, it should gain some intelligence. If not, I'll just parasitize it a few more times, and it'll eventually work."

"A spirit banner emitting golden light looks more majestic and righteous than one emitting black mist."

After several more experiments, Lin Feng discovered that the wild boar-men's tolerance was too low, and their limit was only level 4 parasitism. After parasitizing the remaining wild boar-men with level 4 vengeful spirits, he stopped.

Lin Feng then had Zhao Gao bring in a group of Japanese people who were inefficient at cultivating Qi Gathering Technique, and tried to parasitize them with a level 4 monster. It was successful, but unfortunately, it did not rise to level 4 like it did with a level 3 monster. They thought it could rise to level 5, but the level remained at level 4.

This disappointed Lin Feng somewhat.

Then they tried to infuse a level 5 vengeful spirit into the Japanese man's soul, but the man's soul was directly devoured by the vengeful spirit and he was unable to bear the power of the level 5 vengeful spirit.

"These talents are still cultivating too inefficiently. They're definitely not working hard enough. It seems I need to have Dong Yu urge them on," Lin Feng sighed.

Lin Feng injected all the wronged souls into the remaining Japanese bodies in one go.

"Old Zhao, send these thousand people to the separate resettlement area in the outer city as well. When there is no fighting, arrange for them to practice the Qi gathering method. When there is fighting, arrange for them to rush to the front to accelerate the fusion of the wronged souls."

"yes!"

Zhao Gao bowed and accepted the order, then left with the newly trained demon slaves and the demon tamer.

Lin Feng stretched and walked towards the palace.

Tonight, we'll sleep together under the same blanket!

The next morning, Jin Tong sent a message through the contract.

Lin Feng pressed a furry head down, sharing the golden eyes' vision.

Dozens of miles ahead in the forest, a caravan was fleeing in panic. The caravan consisted of more than a dozen large horse-drawn carriages, pulled by tall, scaly horses, each as tall as an elephant. Each carriage was also quite large, larger than a bus, and incredibly sturdy. Although made of wood, the wheels rolled over potholes and thick tree roots with ease, only causing a slight sway.

On both sides and behind the convoy, hundreds of guards dressed in ancient, close-fitting clothes, holding long swords and bows and arrows, were fighting against the swarming half-insect people. These insect people were different from the half-insect people that Lin Feng had seen in the residential area. These half-insect people did not have those disgusting deformed forms.

Each of them had the lower half of an insect but the upper half of a human. Their bodies were covered with a layer of carapace, and their hands had been transformed into sickle-shaped limbs. They kept emerging from the bushes and the tree canopy. There were at least several thousand of them.

Each of the caravan's guards possessed extraordinary strength. With a punch or a palm strike, they sent one half-insect man after another flying. With a flash of blade, they shattered the hard carapaces on the creatures. In particular, a middle-aged man stood tall and straight, his long sword flashing up and down in his hand.

Each strike could kill a half-insect, but his brow was furrowed, clearly indicating that the situation was dire. At this rate, the convoy wouldn't be able to reach the safe zone.

Suddenly, the middle-aged martial artist looked in a certain direction with a solemn expression, his pupils contracted sharply, and he shouted, "Protect the young lady!"