Chapter 433: Catching a Turtle in a Jar

Before today, Su Che, Lao Hei, and White Old Demon had already anticipated that the Spirit Realm might send another envoy to deal with them, so they had made thorough preparations in every aspect.

Apart from Fei Yun and the Swallowing Sky Rat’s hearts, Su Che believed the only force left in his hands that could pose a threat to the Cultivators of the Void Refinement realm was the Immortal Realm.

Thus, during the time he had been stationed at the sect, he had adjusted the Immortal Realm to a completely invisible state, keeping it in front of him at all times.

The teleportation portal created in the main hall earlier was merely a decoy. To enter the Immortal Realm, no portal was needed at all—any entrance could be used.

Su Che deliberately created that portal to draw Lin Feng’s attention and lead him to believe that he must pass through that portal to enter the magical space.

In reality, Su Che had already brought the completely invisible Immortal Realm to a short distance to Lin Feng’s left and predicted his evasion routes before releasing Fei Yun, who was also in an invisible state.

Following Su Che’s instructions, Fei Yun teleported behind Lin Feng to launch a surprise attack, merely to force him to a designated location, where the invisible entrance of the Immortal Realm was waiting…

Thus, under these schemes, Lin Feng fell into the Immortal Realm like a bird into a hunter’s arms.

Using the Immortal Realm to deal with the Spirit Realm’s envoy was the strongest tactic Su Che and Lao Hei could think of. However, last time in the Wind and Thunder Desolate Land of the Barren God Valley, they hadn’t had the chance to use this move, and the poor Lin Feng had already had his physical body destroyed while his soul managed to escape.

Today, since he had successfully lured Lin Feng into the Immortal Realm so smoothly, how could Su Che allow him to escape again? He must keep him at all costs. If capture wasn’t possible, then he would have to be killed.

At this moment, Lin Feng was under the pressure of an invisible force, struggling desperately to resist.

Following Su Che’s orders, the Guardian Envoy of the Immortal Realm did not use the most powerful killing methods but instead used this method of suppression to gradually weaken his resistance.

Feeling the increasingly strong pressure closing in and forcing his blood-red true essence back into his body, Lin Feng knew full well that what was dealing with him was not the power of an individual but the power of this mysterious spatial realm.

The power of an entire realm—how could a mere mortal resist it?

“After all these calculations, I thought I could outwit Tian Yu. Who would have thought I’d fall into his trap again?”

“How could I be so stupid!”

“Is it fate that he is my nemesis?”
Lin Feng truly couldn’t understand. This time, he hadn’t made the mistake of underestimating his opponent, nor had he been deceived or misled by anyone else. In fact, he had even gone so far as to lower his own status and use stealth attacks and underhanded tactics…
One could say he had been extremely careful and cautious. Yet, he still ended up being easily tricked into a trap.
Catching a turtle in a jar?
The irony was that the “turtle” was himself…
Crack, crack, crack…
Terrifying pressure was now exerted on his body. All of Lin Feng’s bones were making strange noises, as if they might break at any moment, turning his flesh into a mess of pulp.
“No!”
“I refuse to give up!”
Lin Feng screamed in agony, thinking of how he had sacrificed half of his lifespan and gained the chance to become an immortal, enduring extreme torment in the Blood Fiend Mist for two months… only to end up like this…
“No, I refuse to give up! Tian Yu, you’re just a young cultivator at the Yuan Ying stage. I can’t possibly fall to your hands…”
Lin Feng’s once handsome face was completely distorted by the pressure, resembling a crushed eggplant, so much so that his screams were barely audible.
Su Che remained silent, saying nothing more. After all, in just a few more moments, he would lose all ability to resist, so there was no need to waste words.
But this time, it was Su Che who miscalculated!
Just as he was about to defeat Lin Feng, suddenly, a bloody hole appeared in Lin Feng’s distorted chest. From a distance of thousands of feet, Su Che could clearly see through his spiritual senses an extremely strange heart emerging from the hole.
It was twice the size of a normal heart, covered in spikes, with a demonic face grinning at its center, sneering with each heartbeat.
“What a bizarre heart!”
Su Che thought, “Last time, Lin Feng’s body was destroyed by the heart of the Devouring Sky Rat. Could it be that he has obtained the heart of some ancient demon god, intending to retaliate against me using this heart?”
At these thoughts, Su Che became highly alert and quickly retreated over a thousand feet, keeping a safe distance of more than two thousand feet between them.
At least, he thought it was safe enough.
When that strange heart floated out of Lin Feng’s chest, the demonic face was directed toward Su Che, not at the Immortal Protector who was exerting pressure on Lin Feng.

This is what they call “every crime has its culprit.” Lin Feng’s hatred was entirely focused on Su Che. Thus, without Lin Feng’s control, that grotesque face naturally chose Su Che as its greatest enemy.
“Lin Feng is completely trapped by the oppressive force of the Mi Xian Realm—it’s utterly impenetrable. He can’t unleash any of his attack methods. What tricks can that weird, face-like heart come up with?”
Lao He spoke these words with disdain. Immediately, that face-like heart came up with a trick—delivering a loud slap to Lao He’s face.
Whoa!
A blood-red face pierced through the invisible oppression of the Mi Xian Realm without any hindrance. At first, it was only the size of a palm, flying rapidly toward Su Che.
In almost an instant, it had covered a distance of a thousand feet. By then, the face had expanded to several feet in size, with a gaping maw full of fangs—more than enough to easily swallow a human like Su Che.
Although its size had increased, its color hadn’t faded; it remained black and red, bloody and grotesque, as if a demon had devoured countless creatures, leaving its head and face covered in blood—far more ferocious than Lao He’s appearance.
The transformation happened so quickly that Su Che didn’t have time to figure out why it could break through the oppressive force. Faced with such an unknown threat, he definitely wouldn’t let it get close to him. In other words, he couldn’t confront it head-on and had to avoid it at all costs.
After all, Lin Feng was a high-level cultivator at the Lingxu stage. Even though he was trapped in the Mi Xian Realm, any unknown entity that emerged from him was beyond Su Che, a Yuan Ying cultivator, to contend with. The only option was to dodge; any other approach would be too risky.
So, Su Che could only weave around the location of the Mi Xian Guardian, dodging left and right to keep that face away from him. He shouted at the guardian, “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and stop that face!”
“Your Excellency need not panic. As long as you hold the Mi Xian Flag, you will be under the special protection of the Mi Xian Realm. Unless there’s a force capable of completely destroying the Mi Xian Realm, it’s impossible for anyone to harm you here,” the guardian replied calmly.
“You bastard…”
Su Che glared, eager to rush over and beat him up. He roared, “If that’s the case, why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“Your Excellency never asked about this,” the guardian replied, his expression and tone remaining unchanged.
Su Che was speechless, while Lao He cursed violently in the Immortal Prison.

Thus, Su Che abruptly stopped his high-speed flight. Before that ghostly face could pounce at him, he waved the Mi Xian Ling flag in his hand and shouted loudly, “Mi Xian Realm, heed my command! Seize this monster!”
Boom!
A mysterious force suddenly appeared within a vast area, like an invisible giant hand that instantly grasped the blood-red ghostly face charging toward him in its palm.
“Waaah…”
The ghostly face let out a bizarre roar, its ferocious gaze fixed intently on Su Che. It seemed, just like its master Lin Feng, it was also extremely unwilling to die.
Puff!
Like a giant bubble being popped, the blood-red ghostly face was torn to shreds by the power of the Mi Xian Realm and vanished in an instant.
“It’s really useful after all.”
Su Che looked at the Mi Xian Ling flag in his hand, feeling greatly reassured.
“As long as I’m inside the Mi Xian Realm, any attack from an external opponent that isn’t strong enough to destroy it won’t harm me, the master holding this flag…”
“Great! The Mi Xian Realm is indeed another powerful tool for me to defeat my enemies.”
The Mi Xian Realm was a sacred place of the Witch Tribe, capable of accommodating tens of thousands of terrifyingly powerful Witch Tribe warriors. Just imagine—how could any force in the mortal world possibly destroy it?
Even after millions of years of the Heavenly Dao’s wrath, it only managed to split the Mi Xian Realm in two, never completely destroying it. This shows just how formidable this spatial magic artifact is.
“That ghostly face from earlier, if it were outside the realm, would surely be an extremely terrifying and bizarre attack. Perhaps I’d struggle desperately to resist it. But inside the Mi Xian Realm, it’s like a paper tiger—seemingly fierce, but easily shattered with a single strike.”
“Thinking about it, being able to use the Mi Xian Realm temporarily is also a great gift from Tian Yin. I really need to find a suitable opportunity to thank her properly.”
“Ah…”
As Su Che was lost in thought, he heard Lin Feng’s furious roar: “Tian Yu, wait for me! Even as a ghost, I won’t let you go…”
That roar contained countless emotions—hatred, unwillingness, resentment…
But he wouldn’t get the chance to become a ghost. Su Che certainly wouldn’t let him turn into a spirit. That would be too wasteful!
With a hiss, Lin Feng, no longer human in form, was compressed into an irregular mass of flesh. His head, torso, limbs—none of it could be distinguished anymore, as if mixed together like dough.
No matter how much he resisted, in the end, he still ended up in this silent, defenseless state.

He’s not dead; his physical injuries are too severe, and he no longer has the ability to control his vital energy. In other words, he’s completely unconscious.
“Though he’s covered in blood and looks terrible, at least we managed to capture him alive.”
Su Che also murmured to himself, “Lin Feng, Lin Feng… You managed to escape last time. Why do you have to come back? Is it fate that demands you become my servant?”
Su Che had no idea that Lin Feng was also forced into this situation—blaming only himself, as there was a good father standing behind him…