Chapter 027: The Fairy Sister

"Enough!" Lin Zhan shouted loudly.

If this were but a dream, it would be better to wake up quickly—but could he have his wish?

A tinkling laugh echoed, "Lin Zhan, you aren’t dreaming. Don’t struggle; surrender and enjoy the torment..."

Before her words faded, three new phantom figures appeared at her side, making six in total! Now, Lin Zhan had to face them all alone.

If it wasn’t a dream, then what was it? Lin Zhan discreetly checked the spot on his arm where he had pinched himself to test whether he was dreaming. There lay a red and purple bruise.

He felt no pain, yet the mark remained. His heart sank—this was no dream after all!

"Um, Fairy Sister, Fairy Senior, do we really know each other? Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else?"

The most beautiful women are often the most inscrutable dangers. He recalled breaking up with Ling Qi’er; it didn’t mean he hadn’t been hurt by it.

From another perspective, Ling Qi’er’s family’s power could have spared Lin Zhan decades of struggle, ensured he never worried about work or life, and if their relationship had continued smoothly, his life would have been nearly perfect.

Yet, what truly puzzled Lin Zhan was how his dream of becoming a special police officer, his innate heroism, could be so easily snuffed out by Ling Qi’er and her family.

So, though the breakup brought brief pain and nostalgia, the decision was fated.

Afterward, he unexpectedly entered this Blue Ice World. Lin Zhan hadn’t even had time to rethink his views on women—especially beautiful women—before accepting the Fiery Fist cultivation technique from Qin Qingxuan. This would surely haunt him for a long time.

Now, in this scene that blurred dream and reality, he faced yet another stunningly beautiful girl.

Honestly, Lin Zhan didn’t wish to entangle himself with her. If fighting was impossible, then he would simply evade.

"If I can’t win, I can run! Heh heh!" With a thought, the Wind Blessing surged, his feet became slippery as oil, and he darted backward.

The laughter rang out, "You ungrateful brat, why run? Let’s see if you can escape my grasp!"

The laughter was clear and enchanting, but when it surrounded him from all sides, it filled his heart with dread.

Suddenly, Lin Zhan crashed into a soft, fragrant body. He spun around in alarm—disaster! Everywhere he looked, there were phantoms of beautiful women—not just six, but at least ten times that number. And now, they were no longer mere illusions; each one was solid, their peerless smiles identical.

There was no escape; the battle that followed was brutal.

Lin Zhan fought fiercely against dozens of Fairy Sisters’ phantoms, unleashing the first move of the Fiery Fist again and again in desperate bursts. In this inexplicable life-and-death trial, he could only hold out with all his resolve.

Potential always blooms at the edge of life and death. In these moments, his mastery of the Fiery Fist’s first move grew ever more refined, his movements smoother and more instinctive. Heart and fist in sync, his punches followed his will. Even the second move, Fist Wind, began to meld naturally, and his rapid strikes seemed to leave shadows behind.

The appearance of fist shadows signified the fusion of illusion and reality—the essence of the second move.

The opponent retaliated as well, launching kicks and strikes at Lin Zhan’s head and body without mercy. Her effortless, graceful movements left Lin Zhan utterly battered.

As the saying goes, two fists can’t repel four hands—let alone dozens. The outcome was inevitable; the only question was how long he could endure.

Beaten down—this was another round of punishment since being pummeled time and again by Senior Brother Za Shi. Only now, his tormentor was the Fairy Sister.

Lin Zhan’s movements slowed, his punches lost power.

Overdrawn spiritual energy finally left him exhausted; he collapsed and fell unconscious.

Suddenly, silence fell around him. Sixty-some phantoms of the Fairy Sister silently merged into one, standing quietly before Lin Zhan.

The Nine-Star Diagram spun within him, swiftly absorbing spiritual energy from the surroundings. The lotus-shaped spiritual stone pillar was nearly depleted.

Lin Zhan woke quickly. Opening his eyes, he saw the Fairy Sister’s face very close to his own. "Uh, what... what are you trying to do?"

Smack!

Unavoidably, his head was struck once more.

"Awake now? Looks like your spiritual energy is recovered. Let’s continue!"

"No, please..."

Lin Zhan, feeling as though his seat were ablaze, darted around the cave in panic, but was greeted everywhere by those beautiful yet terrifying figures and their clear laughter.

Tormented over and over, Lin Zhan’s life hung by a thread.

In his delirium, Lin Zhan missed Senior Brother Za Shi. If only he were here, he could share some of the suffering.

A languid sigh, full of indolence, drifted from the Fairy Sister. Her plain robe floated weightlessly, like a wisp. "After hundreds of years, you are the first to force me to split my incarnation and help you train... Looks like you’re worn out today. We’ll continue tomorrow..."

A swirl of light and shadow, and the secret cave was left with only the unconscious Lin Zhan. That faint, elusive fragrance in the air gradually faded away...

That night, Lin Zhan, battered and full of grievances, sat on the stone lotus platform for hours, hugging his knees in a daze. The scene evoked memories of when Za Shi first arrived at Daisy Hall, determined to be the boss, fought ten at once, and finally collapsed, losing all sense of purpose.

But who could he complain to?

Most of his injuries had already been healed by the Nine-Star Diagram during his unconsciousness. Outwardly, there was no trace of the ordeal he’d endured.

Besides, who would believe such a tale?

Encountering an impossibly enchanting, pure, and beautiful girl—was that a stroke of luck? Yet, this so-called luck left Lin Zhan feeling both amused and helpless.

He had no idea this was the Fairy Sister’s special training for him, so despair and hopelessness flooded his heart. He nearly wept, clutching the spiritual stone pillar.

"Fairy Sister, you’re back again?"

A figure appeared before him, and Lin Zhan asked without thinking.

"Is this kid sick? Why is he babbling nonsense?" Za Shi muttered to himself, his fair and handsome face close to Lin Zhan’s, reaching out to feel his forehead. "No fever! Wait, something’s off—there’s a woman’s scent here!"

"You brat, get up—now!"

The secret cave was suddenly filled with Za Shi’s startled shouts.