Although Lin Tang's ti in Jiangbei had been short, he had beco a legendary figure. The husband of Jiangbei's most beautiful woman, Shen Youling! A physician admired by the Master of Traditional dicine, Sun Siwei! The lifesaver of Wei Shanhe from the True Martial Association! The one responsible for the downfall of the Xie and Zhou Families, two of Jiangbei's four great clans! The wielder of a divine sword coveted by countless powerful individuals! The man who defeated Yan Renjie of Sword Casting Manor with the power of that very sword!
In the eyes of many, Lin Tang's only flaw was his humble origin. He was a nobody from the countryside with no background or power, clawing his way up on his own. Still, he was considered a talented young man, if a bit too prone to attracting trouble. He was a bona fide calamity.
And now… this calamity had finally hit a wall. He had been crippled!
Once the news spread, it was t with a storm of reactions. So sighed in pity, while others rejoiced in his misfortune. There were even those who were ecstatic, eager to go and trample him into the dust once and for all.
"Could it be a rumor? Is he really crippled?"
"It's true. Soone pulled the surveillance footage. You can clearly see him covered in blood, being carried on a woman's back, completely unable to move."
"So people even went to the scene themselves and took pictures."
"His divine sword was shattered into several pieces. Without that sword, even if he were fine, he'd have no combat power left."
"Tsk, tsk. Isn't that like falling from heaven straight into hell?"
Zhou Rushan, who had lost his entire family fortune, had aged terribly and could no longer care for himself. When Song Chaohu brought him the news, his old face flushed red with excitent. "Go! Go! Take this chance to kill him! Avenge us! COUGH, COUGH, COUGH…"
Song Chaohu nodded vehently, his expression savage. "Alright, I'm going right now!"
He then hoisted his spiked mace and charged out the door.
On the streets, Zhu Yingning was getting endlessly harassed by the swarming "flies." I really want to poison all these pests. They're so annoying! If they had just kept their distance and watched from a few dozen ters away, she might have tolerated it. But so people were actually getting close enough to take pictures! A few even tried to lift the tattered cloth from her face, wanting to see who she was and why she was carrying Shen Youling's husband.
Zhu Yingning was speechless. Aside from my defeat at Lin Tang's hands, when have I ever suffered such an indignity?
Yet, every ti she was about to make a move, Lin Tang would coldly warn her, "Don't cause trouble. And don't waste ti. Find Shen Youling now."
Zhu Yingning deeply suspected he was on his last breath. He must want to give Shen Youling his final words before passing on. Why else would he be in such a rush? What difference would it make to see her a little later? But he's so stubborn, insisting I carry him there myself. He won't let just issue an order and have my subordinates bring Shen Youling to us.
As the crowd grew larger, Zhu Yingning had no choice but to pick up the pace. She ducked into an alley, weaving left and right to shake them off. She received a ssage from one of her subordinates confirming Shen Youling's location, and her expression turned bizarre.
"Master, do you know what Shen Youling is doing? She's… building you a tomb."
When a huffing Song Chaohu arrived on the scene, he smashed a utility pole in two with a single swing of his mace. "Where's Lin Tang? Damn it, he runs fast! Does he really think I can't find him?"
Song Chaohu gritted his teeth. And then… he realized there was truly nothing he could do. Before, a single command from him would have mobilized eyes and ears all over the city, feeding him information. Now… he had nothing. Utterly frustrated, he grabbed a random bystander. "Speak! Where did Lin Tang go?"
"I don't know! He was just here, then vanished in a puff of smoke."
"Aaargh, useless!" Song Chaohu seethed with impotent rage. He then charged toward the Shen Family estate, hoping to lie in wait.
As he neared the Shen residence, a casual glance caught his eye. He noticed a beautiful woman with long legs. Isn't that the brat from the Li Family? I rember she's quite close with Lin Tang…
A murderous glint flashed in Song Chaohu's eyes. He lunged, reaching out to grab her. "Die, you wench!"
"Hm?" Yan Luoyang showed a mocking smile. "Are you ignoring my presence?"
He pulled Lee Encai aside just in ti, her arm escaping Song Chaohu's grasp.
Song Chaohu roared, "You piece of trash, you dare ddle? Who do you think you are, Lin Tang?!"
These days, every young punk wants to make a na for themselves. They have no idea what they're up against. Song Chaohu couldn't believe this kid could be as formidable as Lin Tang, so he swung his mace with brazen confidence.
His decision proved to be a tragic one. He was easily subdued by Yan Luoyang.
"You!" Song Chaohu was stunned.
Yan Luoyang sized him up as if choosing a pet, squeezing his limbs and nodding in satisfaction. "Your physique is quite sturdy."
Song Chaohu's face turned green. What the—?! Don't tell this pretty boy has a taste for n?
The next mont, he watched in horror as Yan Luoyang opened his mouth and leaned toward his neck.
It's over… my chastity… HOLY SHIT!
He saw Yan Luoyang's teeth sharpen and elongate, easily piercing his skin.
GULP… GULP…
Lee Encai watched with a numb expression, the corner of her mouth twitching. Song Chaohu really had the worst luck. The road was so wide, yet he just had to co looking for trouble…
Only after Song Chaohu had been turned into a loyal Corpse Slave did Yan Luoyang learn, much to his surprise, that Lin Tang had not only returned to Jiangbei but had also been severely injured and crippled.
"What?!" Lee Encai's face fell. She was heartbroken over Lin Tang's injuries and, at the sa ti, despaired for her own fate. Oh, Brother Lin Tang… I was so hoping you would co to save . But now, it looks like this devil Yan Luoyang is going to take advantage of your weakness! The thought that Lin Tang would also be bitten and turned into a mindless, walking corpse made her want to burst into tears.
Yan Luoyang, however, wasn't particularly thrilled. Instead, he seed slightly downcast. "I was hoping for a fair fight with Lin Tang. Alas," he sighed, "this is rather pointless."
Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to let Lin Tang recover before settling the score. He set out imdiately, calling for Tang Dingwu and the other two to join him.
「On the other side」
Zhu Yingning had successfully shaken off the crowd, but she was soon being tailed again. There was nothing she could do. Her skill with poisons was formidable, but her martial arts were far too weak, not nearly enough to shake off soone like Zheng Hongsheng, even with his unhealed injuries.
At that mont, Zheng Hongsheng was observing them from a great distance through a pair of binoculars. After confirming that Lin Tang's divine sword was indeed broken into several pieces, he sighed with regret. "A wasted trip. Forget it, let's go. Back to Fragrant Island."
Yue Songhe, who had been rubbing his hands in anticipation, was taken aback. "Master, you're not going to kill that insolent brat who refused the easy way out?" He had been counting on his master to help him get revenge for the humiliation Lin Tang had dealt him.
"A re cripple," Zheng Hongsheng said flatly. "It's not necessary."
On the one hand, I truly feel it's beneath to act. After all, Lin Tang has never personally offended face-to-face. On the other hand, it's a matter of caution. Who knows if other masters, or even Grandmasters, are also watching Lin Tang from the shadows? The identity of the mysterious expert who killed Tang Dingbo is still unknown. What if I go to stomp on a crippled Lin Tang and end up walking right into the line of sight of another master or Grandmaster? My own injuries haven't even healed. Why take the risk?
"Fine then," Yue Songhe said, disappointed. He had no plans to seek out Lin Tang on his own, so he followed his master and left.
As soon as they were gone, Zhu Yingning felt the tense body on her back gradually relax.
"Master, what's wrong?"
"A martial arts master was spying on just now."
"What?!"
"He's gone now."
"Whew—" Zhu Yingning breathed a huge sigh of relief. That scared to death.
"Faster, a little faster!" Lin Tang urged, an ominous premonition creeping into his heart.
"I know, I know!" Zhu Yingning cursed under her breath and broke into a full sprint.
They finally arrived at the Peach Garden Cetery, a small hundred-ter-high peak densely packed with grave markers and tombstones. As it wasn't a holiday, the place was desolate and empty. With money, anything is possible. The cetery managent had been extrely efficient and had already built the new tomb. They set up the stone tablet, carved the inscription, and then left.
Only Shen Youling and Lu Zizheng remained, mourning silently before the grave.
The tablet was naturally engraved with Lin Tang's na, with the inscription: "From his loving wife, Shen Youling." The "loving" part, however, had always been in question. Buried inside were Lin Tang's clothes, which Shen Youling had gone to Villa No. 1 to ask Huang Jifen for. Although Huang Jifen was a bit puzzled, she wasn't a ddleso person and asked no questions. Shen Youling, her heart heavy and feeling awkward in front of Huang Jifen, hadn't said anything either.
"Lin Tang, I'm sorry. If I hadn't been so rash and married you, if I hadn't brought you to Jiangbei, perhaps none of this would have ever happened…" Shen Youling was overwheld with emotion. Her nose stung, and tears began to stream down her face once more.
Lu Zizheng made a show of burning paper money, muttering, "Lin Tang, we may have had our conflicts, but as your brother-in-law, I won't hold a grudge. Rest in peace. I'll take good care of Youling for you."
As he spoke, he kept stealing glances at Shen Youling, unable to stop himself from swallowing hard. He suddenly had a thought. How thrilling would it be to defile Shen Youling right here, in front of Lin Tang's tomb… right in his face…
Seeing that they were completely alone, he could no longer restrain himself. He let out a strange cry, "Youling, be careful, don't fall!"
Under the guise of helping her up, he lunged to embrace her. But he was too fat, his movents clumsy and slow. Just as he moved, Shen Youling dodged away and asked warily, "Brother-in-law, what are you doing?"
"Heh heh heh, don't be nervous. I just want to comfort you. Hey, don't run! Haha, you fell, didn't you? Now let's see you try to run!" Lu Zizheng was ecstatic. Taking advantage of Shen Youling's slip, he seized her by the wrist.
Shen Youling never imagined he could be so depraved as to attempt such an indecent act in a cetery. Does he have no fear of ghosts or spirits at all?! Her face went pale, and she scread for help.
Her delicate, vulnerable deanor as a widow only made Lu Zizheng more excited.
"Scream! Go on, scream! Out here in the middle of nowhere, you can scream until your throat is raw, and no one will co to save you! Just be a good girl and submit to your brother-in-law! GAHAHAHA—"
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