Bab 13: Lin Yang takes action
Seeing Zhuāng Fán and his men guarding the entrance, Mò Qīngkuáng felt somewhat trapped.
The door of the main hall was only so wide, and with several people blocking it, there seemed to be no chance to exploit it.
If he couldn't easily strike back, it would be difficult to break through the encirclement.
'Oh, ancestor, what should I do?' Mò Qīngkuáng couldn't help asking in his heart.
"Wait a moment, you will have help soon," Mò Fán calmly replied.
Help? Did this mean there were others hidden in the hall?
As the number of people entering the Flower-Plucking King's tomb decreased, there hadn't been anyone coming into this hall for quite some time.
Where could the help come from? Lin Yang?
The Alchemist Saint was an important character that accompanied the main character, Lin Yang, throughout the entire book. Mo Fan knew him very well.
When he began to suspect Mò Qīngkuáng, he would never let Mò Qīngkuáng fall into the hands of others!
As Mò Qīngkuáng pondered about potential help, Saint Alchemist said to Lin Yang, "Give him a hand."
"What? Help who?" Lin Yang was surprised, not understanding the meaning of his Master's words.
"Help that black-clothed kid get out of trouble. He seems to lack offensive means." Saint Alchemist explained.
"Why? I'm also a disciple of the Yuan Sword Sect. Helping him would offend fellow disciples, even though our relationship isn't good," Lin Yang was puzzled. However, as his Master mentioned that the kid lacked offensive means, he felt secretly delighted. His 'Heavenly Fire Technique' is powerful, especially in terms of attack. A single strike can burn everything.
"This brat's strength is extraordinary. Possessing a divine-grade technique, he probably has some background or encountered something extraordinary. Moreover, earlier, he casually glanced over the ring on my finger, revealing a hidden killing intent! I suspect he knows more than we think. Give him a hand and find a way to pry out his secrets."
"This...Alright!" Lin Yang was alarmed, looking at Mò Qīngkuáng with a hint of fear and more killing intent in his eyes.
The Saint Alchemist was Lin Yang's hope for rising to power, his most significant secret. If someone else discovered it, enemies might come seeking revenge, and the two of them, master and disciple, would have no ability to resist.
He must dig out the secrets of this kid, and follow the vines to find the melon, or else they won't be able to do anything in the future! No matter what, they couldn't let him fall into someone else's hands.
With a determined mind, Lin Yang walked to the entrance.
Zhuāng Fán was gleefully watching the helpless Mò Qīngkuáng. No matter how slippery this damned ghost was, he would still have to endure the humiliation soon. Once Senior Brother Song arrived, they could close the door and capture the turtle in the jar. Additionally, he could showcase his talents in front of Chu Yànrán.
He could already imagine how Senior Brother Song, who had always been generous, would reward him for this accomplishment.
"Zhuāng Fán, I want to go out," Lin Yang calmly said.
Mò Qīngkuáng's eyes lit up! It turned out that Lin Yang, the damn guy, was here to help him. He was right at the entrance. As long as they let Lin Yang clear a path for him to go out, relying on his swift wind-like speed, he would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to escape!
The ancestor is truly ingenious. No one could have expected that Lin Yang would return to help his mortal enemy, Mò Qīngkuáng. His admiration for Mò Fán deepened on several levels.
Hearing Lin Yang's words, Zhuāng Fán glared at him with hatred, "Are you blind? Can't you see that we're blocking someone? If you like flower-picking so much, then go ahead and pick."
"Why are you like this? You've destroyed this flower sea, so why would we still be picking flowers? Let me out quickly; I want to go to the next hall!" Chu Yànrán pouted, discontentedly. She would support Lin Yang's decision.
"Junior Sister Chu, I've sent someone to find Senior Brother Song. This kid won't escape before Senior Brother Song arrives. If this kid takes advantage of this chance to run away, I won't be able to bear it. Junior Sister Chu, don't make it difficult for me," Zhuāng Fán spoke relatively gently to Chu Yànrán. In case this girl changes her mind one day and becomes his sister-in-law, he must not let her see him in a bad light.
"I don't care! I'm also a disciple of the Yuan Sword Sect! Why do you have the right to detain me?" Chu Yànrán angrily said, "If you don't let me out, don't expect me to listen to anything Senior Brother Song says!"
Zhuāng Fán was somewhat helpless. Why was this girl so troublesome?
He looked at Mò Qīngkuáng, who was preparing to seize the opportunity not far away, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. Turning to Lin Yang, he said, "You let him stay far away, and I'll let you all out."
Lin Yang looked at Mò Qīngkuáng, who remained silent.
He made up his mind and said angrily, "Whether he runs or not is none of my business! I'm asking you, will you step aside or not?"
"Lin Yang, I'm giving face to Junior Sister Chu, so I'll talk nicely to you! If you don't know what's good for you, when Senior Brother Song arrives, I'm afraid you won't be able to endure it!" Zhuang Fan said coldly.
"Don't f***ing use Song Qian to intimidate me! Based on him, he's not qualified yet! Get lost!" Lin Yang heard Zhuang Fan repeatedly using Song Qian to suppress him, as if he was really afraid of Song Qian.
Just because he didn't want to cause trouble didn't mean he was afraid of it! What kind of thing was Song Qian? Even if he fought against him now, with his possession of a divine-grade technique, he might not necessarily lose!
Raising his hand, he struck out with a palm. Scarlet True Qi enveloped his hand, carrying a scorching aura as it went towards Zhuang Fan.
Zhuang Fan instinctively raised his sword to block him but unexpectedly got sent flying backwards, even knocking down two people behind him.
"Ugh..." Zhuang Fan struggled to climb up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Surprisingly, it evaporated into water vapour on the ground with a *sizzling* sound.
That was Lin Yang sending his Heavenly Fire True Qi into Zhuang Fan's body. Looking at the sword that received Lin Yang's blow, it was like it had been melted and deformed, despite not being a divine weapon, it was still a high-quality iron sword!
"How are you, Senior Brother Zhuāng?" Several people hurriedly helped Zhuāng Fán up.
A black shadow flashed, and Mò Qīngkuáng was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind only a casual remark, "Thanks."
"Pfft—" Seeing this, Zhuāng Fán, infuriated, spurted another mouthful of blood.
Without caring to wipe it off again, he glared at Lin Yang with resentment. "True Qi Manifestation! You're also at the Martial Master realm!"
"So what?" Lin Yang looked at him coldly.
"Lin Yang! Bold move hiding so deeply! But with your first rank Martial Master realm, daring to provoke Senior Brother Song would pay heavily. Now that the person has run away when Senior Brother Song investigates, I'll make sure you pay for this grievance with a hefty price!"
Zhuāng Fán wished he could tear Lin Yang apart! Blocking Mò Qīngkuáng was initially a great achievement, providing him with an opportunity to showcase himself in front of Chu Yànrán.
Now, Lin Yang forcefully displayed his Martial Master cultivation, defeating him. Seeing Chu Yànrán's fascinated look, it seemed like she was even more enamoured.
It was all because of this damned Lin Yang!
"If I were you, I wouldn't boast so much in front of me. If a dog gets beaten, it should call its master for help!" Lin Yang sarcastically mocked.
"Wait and see! Senior Brother Song will be here soon! If you kneel and beg for mercy now, I might still consider letting Senior Brother Song give you a minor punishment."
Just then, another person rushed over, shouting, "Senior Brother Zhuāng!"
Zhuāng Fán's expression changed when he saw only one person arriving. "Where's Senior Brother Song?"
"Senior Brother Zhuāng, Senior Brother Song is currently dealing with the Imperial Family and is unable to break free. He has urgently summoned you to return."
"Pfft—" Zhuāng Fán couldn't hold back and spat out another mouthful of blood, fainting away.
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