Chapter Ninety-Two: Perched on the Wall

Rei Feiyang, though somewhat domineering and rash, had shown a little wit this time.

When the situation grew crowded and complicated, one must wait until the very end before striking.

After arriving, he first lay hidden at a street corner outside the Fu Yang Inn. He had long been one to set traps for others, so of course he suspected that the seemingly empty inn might itself be a snare.

While lying low there, he witnessed something strange.

Several groups of cultivators of unknown identity entered the inn one after another, some by forcing through the main gate, others by scaling the wall, yet none of them caused any great commotion.

Where had all the people gone? What on earth was happening inside? And how could there be a white pagoda in an inn, so out of place and incongruous?

Because in Lei Dong’s report, there had been no such strange thing before.

Only when no one else was trying to barge into the Fu Yang Inn did Rei Feiyang finally lose his patience and act.

Just as Lin Zhan closed the door and turned around, they were already crouched atop the wall.

Several pairs of eyes met his in a rather ridiculous standoff.

“Hey, what are you doing? The inn is closed. Come back early tomorrow!” Lin Zhan was utterly annoyed. If they would just leave on their own, fine, but this had gone on without end.

The white bone pagoda’s swallowing power was not limitless either. It was tied closely to Lin Zhan’s cultivation level. At his current first rank of the Yellow tier, it was already no small feat for the pagoda to suppress more than a hundred people of the Human tier. Even now, his spiritual sense had to keep the pagoda running.

“Young master, this brat is alone!” Lei Dong spotted Lin Zhan standing by himself in the courtyard, and his eyes lit up brighter than anyone’s. What an opportunity!

“Then seize him and leave at once.” The chance truly was rare, and it let Rei Feiyang temporarily set aside his misgivings. He reasoned that the people earlier were probably not there to trouble Lin Zhan—perhaps they had really just come to stay at the inn. So he quickly gave the order and climbed onto the wall himself to supervise his men, prepared to withdraw the moment they had him in hand.

The safest method was still to seize Lin Zhan and take him elsewhere, then slowly strip him of everything.

Thus, the dozen or so members of the Thunder Spirit Sect moved at once.

One after another, they leaped into the courtyard, surrounding Lin Zhan completely. Several of them stepped forward together, intending to finish him in a single exchange.

“Damn it,” Lin Zhan cursed under his breath. He rarely swore, but now he could not help himself. Why were these people from the Blue Ice World so fond of stealing other people’s things? Was there no justice left in the world?

Flame Fist Technique!

To deal with these cultivators, the first form of Flame Fist was more than enough. In that hidden cavern of the Hero Pool, each punch had struck into walls of thousand-year ice; against these men, it was no different from pounding sandbags.

Flesh fists, wrapped in surging force, struck from every direction. Around his body there were only blurs of fists, and of course the dull grunts of his opponents.

At the Human tier, after all, this was not the same as ordinary brawling between warriors. Even with Lin Zhan deliberately restraining himself, the first form of Flame Fist still unleashed a terrifyingly domineering force.

The waves of energy slammed into the pagoda’s body in the courtyard, sounding like a great bell being struck, sending out a deep, humming resonance.

Inside the bone pagoda, the bare-chested men with their backs lit up by that band of light were the most miserable of all. Such a racket, nearly enough to drive a person mad, was truly more than they could endure.

After just over a dozen punches, Lin Zhan looked as though he had only just finished warming up, while the members of the Thunder Spirit Sect were already sprawled in heaps.

The one who had been perched on the wall, yes, the formerly high-spirited Rei Feiyang standing atop the courtyard wall, had now become a man clinging to it in a humiliating crouch.

His heart was on the verge of shattering. His body trembled uncontrollably, and in the end he rolled off and crashed to the ground, landing flat on his back in a snow pit, leaving a person-shaped dent.

“Damn it, whoever you are, what are you crouching on the inn wall for?” Lin Zhan roared in fury and abruptly summoned the white bone pagoda.

The pagoda shot upward in an instant. From the gigantic maw at its base burst a heaven-swallowing suction, sweeping up in one go the dazed men in the courtyard who had been battered senseless by the Flame Fist. Then, with a clang, it settled back into place.

In a flash, Lin Zhan closed in on Rei Feiyang, seized him by the collar, and with one hand hauled him out of the snow pit, lifting him into the air.

“All of you, trying to steal my things? All of you think I’m some fat morsel? I hate nothing more than people like you, standing around pointing fingers, not lifting a hand, yet still wanting the spoils!”

Lin Zhan’s face was filled with fury. His eyes held utter disgust, and from his consciousness erupted the suppressive force unique to a Yellow-tier cultivator, making the already terrified Rei Feiyang even more pitiful.

Seeing that the man had no more reaction left in him, Lin Zhan flicked his wrist and flung him over the wall.

“Damn it, go back wherever you came from!”

That throw was made in anger, and immediately the sound of Rei Feiyang crashing to the ground came from outside. The impact must have been a nasty one.

“Heh heh, I never expected this little friend to possess such strength. No wonder my son was no match for you!”

At that moment, following the sound of Rei Feiyang’s fall, a strangely melodious, insinuating voice drifted in from outside the courtyard, accompanied by a crushing pressure that for a moment made even Lin Zhan lose his footing.

But he quickly steadied himself, focused his breath, and recovered at once. Still, the resentment swelling in his chest was stifling.

One after another, without end. You’re really asking for it!

With a swift motion, Lin Zhan leaped and took his place atop the wall instead, his aura soaring and his battle intent fierce.

Seeing the newcomers this time, Lin Zhan understood that the so-called foremost power of Fu Yang City had finally arrived: the men of the Wei Manor.

“Father, this man broke Peng’er’s hand. Please, avenge your son!”

The young master Wei was hiding between two men in black, pointing and crying toward a middle-aged man.

That middle-aged man was the expert whose pressure had just filled the air.

From the young master’s address, it was clear that this was Wei Manor’s patriarch, the head of the Wei clan.

Wei Xiaoran was the head of the Wei family.

For many years the Wei Manor had ruled Fu Yang City, while the common people dared to rage but not speak. Their misery was entirely thanks to Wei Xiaoran.

Growing up in such a household, the young master Wei had become a spoiled, overbearing wastrel.

After meeting Lin Zhan and suffering a little lesson at his hands, he now treated it as a blood-deep hatred, even dragging his own father here just to deal with a mere errand disciple, Lin Zhan of the fifth rank of the Human tier!

Dozens upon dozens of men in black had surrounded the entire Fu Yang Inn. Lin Zhan noticed that among them, the cultivators above the Yellow tier made up more than a tenth; that meant at least eight Yellow-tier cultivators had joined this campaign of revenge against him.

As for Wei Xiaoran, Lin Zhan could not discern his level, but faintly estimated that he must at least be in the fourth or fifth rank of the middle Yellow tier.

Damn it, what grudge was this? What kind of hatred was this? Was he being bullied because he was too kind? He had only broken one of your son’s fingers, not his manhood!

He was so furious he wanted to kill someone. At this moment, that was exactly how Lin Zhan felt.