Chapter 9

The most infuriating thing is when you catch a piece of delicious meat, and just as you're halfway through eating it, you bite into a fly.

Chen Zhenghua was using his power to teach that annoying Fang Ling a lesson, but he never expected that at this moment, someone would still dare to ruin his mood!

How infuriating!

This kind of person should be dragged out to feed the dogs!

Chen Zhenghua, with a surge of violent anger, said sternly, "Who said that? Step forward and let me see you!"

The meaning of these words was very clear: whoever stepped forward would be beaten to a pulp by Young Master Chen.

Many people felt fear, but at this moment, a figure not very tall but as steady as a mountain walked out from the crowd.

Seeing this figure, the faces of the Chen family servants were filled with mocking expressions; they seemed to see a toy to play with.

A toy to be tormented!

Zhao Xianshi merely glanced at him indifferently. Although he felt that this brute was not worth his attention, he still wanted to see who this reckless person was.

However, when his eyes fell on the person, he was first stunned, then his eyes widened.

Zhang Zhisshi looked at the person with a cold gaze, like a venomous snake. People are like this: after doing something wrong, when they hear someone stand up for justice, they have a pathological reaction to the person who stands up for justice.

Zhang Gui was clearly such a person!

Chen Zhenghua looked at the plain-faced middle-aged man and said indifferently, "Are you sure you believe it?"

After saying this, he raised his head to the sky, with an air of everything being under his control.

The servants following him had even broader smiles on their faces. They knew very well that when their young master said this, it meant that the person's fate would be at least to be crippled.

Lin Mucheng nodded and said, "Yes, I believe it, because I saw it clearly. The person named Roger was killed by the spatial rift."

"What are you? Do you even deserve to speak nonsense in front of me? I suspect you colluded with Fang Ling to kill Roger. Guards, seize this criminal!" Chen Zhenghua said, waving his hand toward the guards behind him.

His guards, well aware of the young master's habits, did not hesitate. They all leaped up and rushed toward Lin Mucheng.

A sword light, as swift as lightning, flashed, and in an instant, the guards who rushed toward Lin Mucheng were all dead.

A small silver-white sword, only finger-length, hovered above Lin Mucheng's head.

"Foundation Establishment cultivator!" Zhao Xianshi's voice was a bit hoarse.

After saying this, he quickly came to Lin Mucheng's side and said respectfully, "I am Zhao Chengxiu from Dingfang City. I greet you, Senior!"

Lin Mucheng glanced at Zhao Xianshi with disdain, ignoring him, and only locked Chen Zhenghua with a murderous intent.

The cold and murderous aura made Chen Zhenghua feel like he wanted to wet his pants.

To be able to control a flying sword, this... this is a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He had just said he wanted to kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Moreover, this Foundation Establishment cultivator was testifying for Fang Ling!

His gaze involuntarily turned to Fang Ling, and he saw Fang Ling standing beside the cultivator, with a faint smile on his delicate face.

This smile looked quite elegant.

But Chen Zhenghua felt that this kid was mocking him. He clearly knew that this person was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet he did not remind him and even led him into a trap.

This kid deserves to die!

What to do? What should he do?

Once his father and the elders of the clan know that he offended a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the consequences...

For a moment, Chen Zhenghua stood there, not knowing what to do.

Zhang Gui was also stunned. He had intended to make a profit and curry favor with Young Master Chen Zhenghua, but he never expected that behind the detestable Fang Ling was a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

This is like kicking a steel plate with his foot.

Just as everyone was in a panic, Lin Mucheng said coldly, "Brother, these people dare to defame you. In my opinion, we should kill them all!"

The words "kill them all" made everyone present tremble.

Especially Zhao Xianshi, who felt a choking sensation in his throat. Although he could act arrogantly in Dingfang City, he knew very well that for a cultivator like Lin Mucheng, killing him would be no different from crushing an ant.

"Senior, spare my life, Senior..."

While Zhao Xianshi was begging pitifully, Chen Zhenghua was already shouting loudly, "You... you can't kill me! I am the young master of the Chen family, and my uncle is an outer sect elder of the Nine Lotus Sect. You can't kill me!"

The words "outer sect elder of the Nine Lotus Sect" made Lin Mucheng's murderous intent waver. Although he wanted to crush these people like insects, the outer sect elders of the Nine Lotus Sect were all Foundation Establishment cultivators.

For himself, he did not want to fight to the death with a cultivator of the same level over a small matter.

However, he could not let his support for Fang Ling end in a fiasco.

Just as he was in a dilemma, Fang Ling had already noticed the fleeting hesitation on his face. After a moment's thought, Fang Ling said softly, "Big Brother Lin, although these three people are annoying, I don't think they deserve to die."

Although he said this, Fang Ling secretly wished to kill these guys. However, Lin Mucheng was now his biggest support, and he could not let their relationship become strained because of killing Chen Zhenghua.

However, his desire for strength became even stronger.

If he had Lin Mucheng's cultivation, he would have killed Chen Zhenghua with a single sword strike long ago!

Facing Fang Ling's smile, Lin Mucheng felt that this little brother was very sensible. Although he did not want to kill, he absolutely had to get justice for his little brother.

He ignored Chen Zhenghua and looked at Zhao Xianshi, saying, "I need an explanation for this matter. If I am not satisfied within half an hour, I won't mind testing my sword."

Lin Mucheng's words made Zhao Xianshi's heart leap with joy. When he heard Lin Mucheng's words earlier, he was already trembling, but now it seemed that he had a way out.

This way out was because Lin Mucheng was wary of the young master's uncle, but he knew very well that if he could not provide a satisfactory result, no one could stop this person from killing.

"Please rest assured, Senior, I will make sure you are satisfied."

Lin Mucheng ignored him and said to Fang Ling, "Little Brother, is your home far from here? Let's go to your place to talk."

By entering Fang Ling's home, Lin Mucheng was not only showing closeness but also expressing an attitude to the people of Dingfang City.

He was telling everyone in Dingfang City that he and Fang Ling were related, and anyone who dared to offend him was offending Lin Mucheng!

"Big Brother Lin, my home is not far from the city. I'll show you the way." Fang Ling would not refuse such an opportunity. Although he did not want to rely on others, he knew very well that having a support was still good before he had enough strength to protect himself.

"Senior Lin, please get in the carriage." Just as Fang Ling was about to lead the way with Huashuying, Zhao Xianshi had already pulled up a beautifully decorated carriage.

Chen Zhenghua looked at the carriage, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This was the carriage he had painstakingly made. Anyone in Dingfang City who saw this carriage would know it was Young Master Chen.

But now, neither the person leading the carriage nor the person sitting in it paid any attention to him, the owner.

But did he dare to say anything?

He did not dare!

The carriage, pulled by four horses, moved quickly. In just five minutes, they had already reached the gate of Dingfang City.

During these five minutes, Fang Ling kept introducing the surroundings of Dingfang City to Lin Mucheng, and the two of them were laughing and talking.

In the carriage, only one person was in a daze. This person was Huashuying.

For Huashuying, today's events were too shocking. Little Ling, whom she had always protected, not only came out of the dangerous La Mountain Secret Realm but also picked a lot of herbs.

Moreover, he had befriended a powerful cultivator, whose authority made even Young Master Chen bow and kowtow.

All of this made her feel a bit unreal, but the continuous conversation in her ears told her that it was all true.

Looking at Fang Ling, who was handling the situation with ease and laughing from time to time, Huashuying's eyes slowly moistened.

The Fang family's residence was on the north side of Dingfang City, a courtyard covering about three acres.

The houses in the courtyard were built in rows, with a grand appearance, but the doors and decorations all exuded an ancient charm.

Lin Mucheng looked around the house and became even more certain of the Fang family's decline: this was a fallen family.

Indeed, it was a fallen family. The reason Fang Ling and Huashuying still had this three-acre courtyard to live in was because it was the ancestral home and ancestral hall of the Fang family.

"Big Brother Lin, please come in."

Fang Ling, who was both familiar and unfamiliar with this home, felt a sense of curiosity, but he still placed himself in the role of a hospitable host.

Lin Mucheng followed Fang Ling into the main hall of the house. They had just sat down and exchanged a few words when they heard a loud voice from outside: "I am Li Mingli, the manager of the Treasure Pavilion in Dingfang City, seeking an audience with Senior."

The voice was not loud, but it had a continuous and unbroken quality.

"Using a Ninth Layer Qi Practitioner as a manager, the Treasure Pavilion truly lives up to its name." Lin Mucheng muttered to himself and then said indifferently, "Come in!"

As he said this, a man who looked to be in his thirties quickly walked in. Seeing Lin Mucheng sitting in the seat of honor, he did not hesitate and respectfully said, "Li Mingli greets Senior."

Lin Mucheng nodded without a word.

And Li Mingli continued, bowing to Fang Ling, "Young Master Fang, the injustice you suffered in the La Mountain Secret Realm was entirely due to the lax management of the Treasure Pavilion, which led to the emergence of a traitor like Zhang Gui. The Treasure Pavilion will certainly give Young Master Fang a satisfactory explanation."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and a young man in white, who looked to be only a teenager, walked in, holding a tray.

On the tray was a human head.

Zhang Gui's head!

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