"Who are you?" Feng Lin looked at the two girls who had suddenly appeared, his expression calm as he spoke, his tone cold as ice, keeping people at a distance.
The wild girl didn't answer. Instead, she crouched slightly like a stalking tiger, exuding a fierce aura, watching Feng Lin with extreme vigilance.
It seemed that if Feng Lin made the slightest move, she would pounce on him in the next instant and tear him to shreds.
"Hmm?" Feng Lin's expression also turned serious. This wild girl brought him immense pressure, unprecedented, formidable and terrifying.
He couldn't help but carefully size up these uninvited guests.
The girl had bronze-colored skin, long and resilient limbs, embodying strength and beauty, with astonishing vitality. She was clearly already an elite cultivator, and definitely not someone who had just broken through. Her vitality far exceeded 100, even surpassing 200, stronger than Feng Lin—otherwise, she wouldn't have given him such pressure.
Her face was strikingly heroic, with sharp, three-dimensional features like an ancient Greek sculpture, still carrying a hint of youthfulness. She wasn't old, but her chest was a pair of formidable weapons, so much so that even Feng Lin couldn't help but glance a few times.
In her arms, she held another girl, frail and delicate, with a stunning face, pale and sickly, looking like a porcelain doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.
But Feng Lin didn't underestimate her in the slightest.
Never judge a book by its cover!
How could anyone who passed the first round of the Cosmic University entrance exam and entered this second round be an easy target?
When Feng Lin's gaze wandered improperly, the wild girl's eyes widened, revealing two small fangs like a snarling tigress, fierce yet somehow adorable.
But this cold hostility was unmistakable, stabbing into Feng Lin's back like needles. His eyes also turned cold as he faced her from a distance, their auras clashing, growing more intense, ready to erupt into action at any moment.
"Are you with the Aryan Pure Blood Society?" Feng Lin tightened his grip on the iron rod in his hand and asked in a low voice.
The wild girl was full of hostility. "You murderer, why should I tell you?"
Hearing this, Feng Lin's eyes narrowed, his gaze growing more dangerous.
Cough, cough, cough...
The frail girl suddenly coughed lightly, breaking the tense atmosphere. "Sister, don't cause trouble!"
Then she turned to Feng Lin and said softly, "We didn't mean any harm. We just came to get water, and we'll leave immediately!"
Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Feng Lin's expression softened slightly.
After all, if these people were truly from the Aryan Pure Blood Society, they would have attacked long ago when they were spying from afar. Why wait until now?
He was 80 to 90 percent sure that these two girls were examinees who had happened to witness his fight.
"Mind your own business!" Feng Lin shot them a deep glare, then turned and left, his tone not softening in the slightest despite their rare beauty.
"You..." The wild girl raised an eyebrow, furious, and was about to charge forward, but the frail girl grabbed her. She immediately became upset. "Sister, what are you doing? This guy is a murderer, and he's so arrogant. If we don't teach him a lesson, he won't know his place!"
The frail girl shook her head. "Sister, you need to change this reckless temper of yours. We're here for the exam, not to meddle in others' affairs. What does that man's grudges with others have to do with us? He's also a ruthless one, breaking all those people's bones. With the lifespan of interstellar cultivators, they won't die anytime soon. But on this修罗星, they have no chance of rescue. They can only wait to die, becoming food for aliens and death row inmates. A fate worse than death! But by not killing them directly, he's cleverly avoided the exam rule against directly harming fellow examinees. His methods are vicious. There's no need for us to clash with him over irrelevant people—it's not worth it!"
"What's there to be afraid of?" The wild girl was unimpressed. "That irresponsible old man of mine said that with my current strength, there are no more than ten people in the younger generation of the solar system who can match me. Only interstellar prodigies can compete with me! I don't believe that guy has what it takes!"
The frail girl's expression turned stern, her voice sharp. "You can't think like that! Every interstellar cultivator is no pushover, with all kinds of strange abilities. That guy might not be your match, but what if he escapes? With his ruthless nature, he'll surely come back for revenge like a wolf, causing endless trouble!..."
Seeing her sister angry, the wild girl pouted and said nothing more.
Feng Lin neither cared nor paid attention to the sisters' argument.
This lake was the only water source within a hundred kilometers. Soon, other examinees would find their way here, so this place wasn't safe to stay.
Feng Lin stripped everything from the Aryan Pure Blood Society members. Unfortunately, the exam didn't allow carrying any extra items. Aside from water capsules, he got nothing.
Combined with his own, Feng Lin now had a total of 20 full water capsules, compressing and storing fresh water. This much water would last him a full twenty days.
Truly, one cannot get rich without ill-gotten gains!
Feng Lin nodded. These Aryan Pure Blood Society people were really good Samaritans, solving his major supply problem.
Now he could focus on hunting those aliens.
But after traveling and fighting, it was already noon. The temperature had rapidly risen to over 80 degrees, the air like a steam oven, unbearable even for Feng Lin.
He quickly left, planning to find a place to escape the midday heat.
He headed toward the distant, rolling mountain range, leaving the wary sisters far behind.
The mountains undulated continuously, blocking the sunlight and casting a cool shade.
Feng Lin ventured deep into a valley, but as he walked, he felt something was off. All around, there was dead silence—not a single sound, an eerie stillness.
The ground was littered with bones buried in the soil—human, monster, and some from unknown creatures—a scene of grim desolation.
"Help! I'm a Cosmic University examinee! Someone save me! I'll repay you handsomely!" A desperate cry for help came from afar, filled with hopelessness.
Feng Lin curled his lips into a cold smile. Without a word, he turned and walked away, leaving the plea behind.
"Boss, this kid didn't fall for it!" From the shadows of the valley, over thirty figures emerged, bare-chested, wearing animal skins, their bodies covered in beast totems, looking like primitive men.
Their eyes were savage, fixed on Feng Lin, their crimson tongues licking their lips as if savoring a delicacy, ravenous.
At the head was a burly man in a helmet, three meters tall, with a fierce, murderous aura. He rumbled, "Let him go!"
"Boss, this is a meal delivered to our doorstep! We haven't tasted a cultivator in ages! How can we let him get away?" The others were baffled.
"What's the rush? Every batch of Cosmic University examinees has tens of thousands. Why fixate on this one?" The boss grumbled. "This kid looks like a ruthless one, kills without blinking. He left so many corpses back there—those are all food for us. No need to stir up trouble with this troublesome guy, or we'll alert the other examinees. That would be a real loss!"
"Boss is right!" The others grinned wickedly.
Feng Lin moved swiftly. Sensing that the auras weren't following, he slowed down to conserve energy.
Such a cheap trick—who would fall for it?
He knew well that this修罗星 wasn't just home to aliens and examinees, but also to death row inmates exiled here. These were the worst of humanity, and this was likely their trap.
He wasn't about to walk right into it.
Live and let live!
Since these death row inmates weren't bothering him, Feng Lin wouldn't provoke them either. Peace was fine.
He found a secluded cave to escape the heat and began to cultivate.
Gene potential +18%, +18%, +18%... slowly rising.
Suddenly, angry shouts from outside jolted him awake. His mind scanned outward, and he saw the two girls locked in a fierce battle with a group of vicious death row inmates, surrounded and in grave danger.
Feng Lin closed his eyes again, acting as if nothing had happened.
Rescuing a damsel in distress?
Not happening.