Chapter 165: Fury

"Do you even know how to act in a situation like this? Our intentions are already so obvious. According to the usual standard, it's one hundred Yin-Yang Pills."

Another guard could no longer stand by and spoke coldly, and it was his words that truly enraged Lin Fan.

"The Divine Court is not a place just anyone can enter. Looking at you, you are merely a low-level disciple of the Physical Body realm. It seems you are trying to find a backdoor to get into the Divine Court. I advise you to understand the rules, or else you might accidentally lose your life and cultivation."

The burly young man sneered, his gaze frosty as a flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes.

This scene stirred ripples in Lin Fan's memories, reminding him of Cheng Yu back then and his several attendants. How was this any different from the situation now?

It was just that Cheng Yu had been replaced by the Divine Court, and those attendants at the third or fourth stages of the Physical Body realm had been replaced by guards at the tenth stage of the Physical Body realm, yet the essence remained entirely the same.

"Hehe, good, truly good."

Lin Fan's eyes turned icy, his anger surging.

"You must be new here as well, but I can tell you the truth. This is an unwritten rule that everyone must follow. Unless you are an inner disciple of the Condensing Pulse realm, you must hand over the Yin-Yang Pills. Otherwise, did you think the gates of the Divine Court were so easy to walk through?"

The other guard didn't even bother to look at Lin Fan anymore, treating him as if he were a mere stone by the roadside, completely unworthy of his attention.

"Brother, I reckon you don't have many Yin-Yang Pills on you. I'll cover these hundred for you."

The commotion outside the gates of the Divine Court finally attracted some attention, and one man stepped forward, handing Lin Fan a small bottle.

This man was middle-aged and looked rather honest and simple, though his strength was not high, sitting merely at the ninth stage of the Physical Body realm.

"Hehe. Old Li, it seems your pockets are quite deep. Next time, I'll have to demand even more Yin-Yang Pills from you."

The burly young man looked at the middle-aged man with surprise, his eyes shifting as a cold sneer formed at the corner of his mouth.

How sharp was Lin Fan's perception? How could he not see that this fellow had developed the intent to kill and loot? His anger flared even higher at this thought.

"My lord, please don't say that. These Yin-Yang Pills are already my last remaining assets. Had I not found this little brother to be of kind appearance, I would never have taken them out."

The middle-aged man had no idea the burly young man had already harbored murderous thoughts, and he continued to explain with a helpless expression.

"Brother Li, I cannot accept this bottle of pills. Furthermore, I intend to see whether there is any justice left within the Divine Court."

Lin Fan reached out and grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, pressing his hand—which was holding the bottle—back down. He then turned his gaze toward the two guards, a hidden murderous intent flashing across his eyes.

"Justice? Ha, here, we are the justice! Let me tell you, although our status in the Divine Court is not high, if I refuse to announce your arrival, not a single one of you will step inside. What can you do even if an inner disciple of the Condensing Pulse realm comes? Do you dare to fight your way in? Not even the Divine Son Alliance would dare."

The burly young man grinned hideously, sweeping his gaze across the surroundings. His momentum soared, and not a single person dared to meet his eyes.

"Easy to deal with the king of hell, hard to deal with his petty little demons."

This was the only thought in Lin Fan's mind at the moment, and he could not help but smile bitterly. He understood that what these two said was true, yet it was precisely such people who dragged the reputation of the Divine Court further into the mud.

"Lastly, I have one more thing to say to you. In the entire Tiandu Sect, there are countless people trying to cling to the Divine Court. One less of you won't matter. If you don't have the Yin-Yang Pills, get lost and stop making a fool of yourself here!"

The burly young man barked harshly, waving a large hand as a wave of force swept outward. The onlookers around them, save for Lin Fan, staggered backward in disarray.

"What is going on here?"

At this moment, an icy voice rang out, and a figure stepped out from the main hall of the Divine Court. The man looked to be about thirty years of age, yet he was already a powerhouse of the Condensing Pulse realm. Though not one of the core inner disciples, his strength was by no means negligible.

"Lord Wang, this person wishes to pay respects to a certain lord, but is unwilling to hand over the Yin-Yang Pills. Therefore, we refused him entry. We didn't expect him to be so shameless as to gather a crowd of accomplices. I suspect his intentions are malicious; he is very likely a spy sent by the Divine Son Alliance."

The burly young man immediately stepped forward, wearing a respectful expression. His attitude had undergone a complete reversal from arrogance to bootlicking, acting entirely like a lackey.

"So that is how it is. Although the order to collect Yin-Yang Pills has not been approved by the higher-ups of the Divine Court, it is completely reasonable under the current circumstances. You did nothing wrong. The Divine Court is expanding and requires vast resources; what is wrong with collecting a few Yin-Yang Pills? Just keep your hands clean."

Lord Wang glanced sideways at Lin Fan, his eyes cold and devoid of any fluctuation. With a movement of his body, he soared upward, darting into the distance, clearly off to attend to some task.

"Hehe, with Lord Wang's words, teaching you a lesson today is entirely justified in the open."

The burly young man grinned hideously, a mysterious glint flashing in his eyes. Lord Wang was actually the one who had issued the order to collect the Yin-Yang Pills in secret. On the surface, it was for the Divine Court, but in reality, they were lining their own pockets. Eighty percent of the Yin-Yang Pills the two guards collected would eventually end up in Lord Wang's hands.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for failing to polish your eyes and provoking someone you shouldn't have."

The burly young man took a large stride forward, intending to suppress Lin Fan, looking at him as though he were already a dead man.

As for the other guard, he simply crossed his arms and sneered repeatedly, showing no intention of intervening. He was cut from the same cloth, though he simply disdained to dirty his own hands.

"I never would have imagined. Truly, I never imagined that after leaving for so long, the Divine Court I would return to would look like this. I wonder if my decision back then was right or wrong."

A trace of bewilderment appeared in Lin Fan's eyes as he muttered to himself.

"What did you say?"

The burly young man's movements paused for a fraction of a second, as he failed to comprehend the meaning behind his opponent's words. However, his hands were swift enough; with a fierce slap, a massive palm slammed directly toward Lin Fan's face. If this had truly been an ordinary disciple of the Physical Body realm, a single strike like this would have left them severely injured.

"Feng Yu, come out and face me!"

Suddenly, Lin Fan raised his head to gaze deep into the main hall of the Divine Court, speaking in a chilling voice. There, he sensed a familiar aura—it was precisely Feng Yu.

At the same time, Lin Fan's momentum erupted violently, the aura of the mid-stage of the Two Decays of the Heaven and Man realm radiating unmasked, pressing down upon the hearts of everyone present like a towering, majestic mountain.

A sonic wave rippled outward. At first it was faint, but by the end, it exploded like thunder from the nine heavens, shaking the firmament.

The burly young man was sent flying backward, spitting a mouthful of blood as his physical body shattered. Lin Fan did not deliver a fatal blow, but he completely crippled the man's cultivation. The other guard fared slightly better since he hadn't made a move; he was only severely injured and not crippled.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man surnamed Li remained completely unharmed under Lin Fan's protection. He only felt a gentle breeze brush past, followed by the sight of the two guards staggering about and coughing up blood.

"Feng Yu? Who... who are you?"

The other guard coughed up a mouthful of blood, his soul trembling in terror. He had never imagined that the person before him would be so unimaginably powerful, defying all common sense. Yet, what shocked him even more was the name Feng Yu uttered from this man's lips.

Who in the Tiandu Sect did not know Feng Yu? In the Divine Court, he held absolute authority, being both an elder of the court and one of the eight great guardians.

"I know not which senior expert has graced us with their presence. If there has been any discourtesy in our hospitality, I beg your forgiveness."

At that moment, a familiar voice drifted from afar, followed by a figure soaring rapidly through the air—it was none other than Feng Yu.