Chapter 60

Liu San and the others were taken aback. They had never seen the middle-aged scholar with such an expression. Liu San's eyes flickered, and he rubbed his palms, taking a few steps closer to Wang Lin's position. He said in a deep voice, "Sir, what's wrong with the young brother? Has he been implicated and is also in danger?"

Wang Lin's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the middle-aged scholar indifferently and did not speak. In his ear, the calm and steady voice of Situ Nan sounded.

"This little boy is quite interesting. His face-reading technique is quite skillful, but for ordinary people, it is still quite mysterious. However, for us cultivators, it's like showing off one's axe in front of Lu Ban. I just transmitted the memory of my past killings to him. Hehe, he couldn't take it."

In just a moment, the middle-aged scholar was drenched in sweat. His gaze towards Wang Lin was no longer as calm as before; it now carried a heavy sense of reverence. Hearing Liu San's words, he hurriedly waved his hands and said, "It has nothing to do with the young... brother. The young brother's future is unpredictable. Wang's face-reading technique is not proficient enough to see through... to see through." After saying this, he bowed repeatedly, his face full of bitterness.

What he had just seen had thoroughly shocked him. It was like a hell of Asuras, a sea of corpses and blood, and everyone was clearly not an ordinary person, flying and moving freely, capable of anything. The middle-aged scholar had learned the family's face-reading technique from a young age, and he was well-informed, knowing that immortals existed in the world. Once involved in certain matters, it could lead to a deadly disaster.

Liu San frowned, about to speak, when suddenly a惨叫 came from a distance. A large human head drew an arc in the air, thrown from afar, and after rolling a few times, it stopped at the fire pit.

Liu San's face changed dramatically. He recognized this person as one of the guards responsible for patrolling the surroundings. He immediately stood up abruptly.

Yang Sen grabbed the head, clenched his fists, and shouted, "Ergou, I swear to avenge you!"

At this moment, all the guards of the Wuyi Escort Agency drew their weapons, looking around with a murderous intent.

The black-faced man stood beside Liu San, his eyes sharp, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Which hero has come here, showing no respect at all?"

"Ji ji," a sinister laugh echoed, followed by the sound of rustling. Dozens of black-clothed men crawled out from the ground around them, dusting off the sand from their bodies, and coldly watched the people of the Wuyi Escort Agency.

"Hand over the item, Liu San, and we will leave immediately. Otherwise, no one here will be spared," a withered old man slowly stepped out from among the black-clothed men.

Liu San's face was as calm as water. He said in a low voice, "I wondered who it was, it turns out to be you, Song Xing the Bald Vulture."

The old man laughed sinisterly and said, "Liu, don't lie to me. Your Wuyi Escort Agency openly delivered red goods, but secretly brought back a five-hundred-year-old ginseng. Hand it over, and you will be safe. Don't let a mere external object endanger everyone here."

Liu San frowned, looked at the people around him, and thought to himself, "How did this Bald Vulture Song Xing know about the hidden ginseng? It seems there must be a spy among us." Thinking of this, he suddenly glanced at Wang Lin and sneered.

He gave a signal to the black-faced man, took a few steps forward, and clenched his fists, saying in a deep voice, "Don't say I don't have this ginseng. Even if I do, with your skills, Song Xing, can you take it from me?"

The black-faced man understood and quietly moved behind Wang Lin.

Wang Lin frowned, and suddenly the middle-aged scholar stepped forward to block the black-faced man, shouting, "What are you doing? This young brother is not a spy."

The black-faced man was taken aback, about to speak.

At this moment, Song Xing laughed loudly and said, "Liu, I can't beat you, but today, our Great Leader is personally here, and you are doomed." He took a few steps back and shouted loudly, "Welcome the Great Leader." As he spoke, he immediately prostrated himself on the ground, his demeanor extremely respectful.

Looking around, the black-clothed men were all in a frenzy, prostrating themselves on the ground and shouting in unison, "Welcome the Great Leader."

A cold voice suddenly came from all directions, "Hand over the ginseng, or die!" As the words faded, a fist-sized fireball suddenly appeared from the darkness, carrying intense heat, and instantly struck a guard of the Wuyi Escort Agency. The guard didn't even have time to scream before he and his weapon turned into a pile of black charcoal.

At this moment, everyone in the Wuyi Escort Agency was stunned, and some even dropped their weapons with a clatter.

Yang Sen's eyes showed shock, and he exclaimed, "What... what kind of dark weapon is this?"

The heat from the pile of black charcoal continued to spread, and the surrounding guards' hair curled and showed signs of being scorched.

Liu San's face was also filled with shock. He retreated a few steps, staring at the pile of black charcoal on the ground, unable to speak for a long time.

The black-faced man's eyes showed fear, and he trembled, saying, "Is... is this the technique of an immortal?" This black-faced man had also been tested by a cultivation sect when he was young, but was eliminated and thus entered the martial world. The memory of his childhood deeply affected him, and seeing the fireball technique, he immediately made the connection.

Song Xing's face showed a look of satisfaction, and he said loudly, "That's right, our Great Leader is an immortal. Why don't you quickly hand over the ginseng?"

All the people of the Wuyi Escort Agency looked at Liu San, their eyes filled with pleading. If it were ordinary people, they would have the courage to fight, but the opponent was an immortal. In this moment, these men lost their fighting spirit.

Liu San's face was bitter, and just as he was about to speak, three more fireballs appeared silently, hovering in the air motionless.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed with interest. From the power of the fireball technique, the person casting it was definitely not beyond the third level of the Condensation Qi stage. He stroked his chin, scanned with his divine sense, and immediately detected the caster on a large tree not far away.

"Hmm?" Wang Lin was taken aback. The caster was about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, at the peak of the second level of the Condensation Qi stage, and was about to break through to the third level. This young man had a sullen face with several deep scars, looking quite fierce at first glance, but Wang Lin found him increasingly familiar.

The middle-aged scholar sighed and said, "Old Liu, hand it over. Even if the boss finds out, he won't blame us. The opponent is an immortal; how can we ordinary people resist?"

Liu San hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly took out a palm-sized brocade box from his chest and placed it on the ground.

As soon as the brocade box landed, it suddenly floated up, not heading towards the other side but flying backward, grabbed by Wang Lin.