Chapter 117: Kicking Someone When They Are Down! The Thoughts of the Elders!

“If you want to leave, go ahead; I’m not leaving. I think this might not be a good thing. Haven’t you noticed how anxious An Yingxiong and Master Mu look?”

...

Amidst the confusion, everyone whispered among themselves, their minds swirling with thoughts.

It was at this moment that Wang Tiandi chuckled to himself.

“Revenge is sweetest when it pains those close to you,” he thought gleefully.

Just now, Wang Tiandi had lost all face. The entire Tianhe City Supernatural Investigation Bureau had been wiped out, and the only remaining member, the charming Li Xianzi—Li Qinqin—had been frightened into obedience by a single shout, retreating without a word. His pride was utterly trampled, crushed beneath the ground.

He no longer dared lean on An Yingxiong’s side.

Not long ago, Master Mu had returned.

Now, with two grandmasters from the Shengjing City Supernatural Investigation Bureau on the scene, and Wang Tiandi the only grandmaster from Tianhe City present, he felt no reason to linger near An Yingxiong and the others.

Yet his gaze remained fixed, faint but persistent, on the two men.

Until now, seeing their sullen faces—especially An Yingxiong’s as he received a phone call, his complexion turning ashen and tears glimmering in his eyes—Wang Tiandi was dumbfounded.

Then An Yingxiong hurriedly ran off while on the call, with Master Mu following after being summoned. To Wang Tiandi, something serious was definitely afoot—something that could restore his own dignity while bringing shame to An Yingxiong!

Determined, Wang Tiandi resolved to follow and pursue them.

He wanted to see if he could seize the opportunity to strike while they were down.

In the blink of an eye, with a booming “bang,” his aura surged fiercely as he grinned and instantly gave chase after An Yingxiong and Master Mu.

As for the corpse in the desolate village, Wang Tiandi decisively left it behind.

He merely instructed his deputy—an apprentice grandmaster—to remain there and report any news immediately.

“It’s over, it’s over... Brother Lin Yi is in grave danger. Zhao Qilin is still alive! Before disappearing half a year ago, even among grandmasters he was top-tier. Now, with the blood essence of twelve Demon King Pearls, he’s bound to ascend to divine mastery. And that secret realm space is crumbling, about to collapse. This is terrible. Brother Lin Yi is truly finished. Master Mu, we’ve fought all our lives, but this time I hope we can join forces to see if there’s a chance to save Brother Lin Yi,”

“Ah, An Yingxiong, your words are nonsense. Don’t you think I want to save Lin Yi? He was the one I personally chose to take as my disciple... But neither Zhao Qilin nor that secret realm space is within our control. Don’t even mention anything else. That space’s spatial barrier—Lin Yi managed to carve a passage to rescue Bai Ke and the others. Can we do that? I doubt we could even enter...”

“Yeah… you’re right... Damn, who knew so many problems would arise? If I’d known, I wouldn’t have let Lin Yi come here...”

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“I, I...”

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An Yingxiong and Master Mu immediately began arguing heatedly.

Chapter 117: The Sorrow of An Yingxiong and Others

Inside the pigeon hole, as Bai Ke and the others wept, Bai Ke suddenly noticed that Li Qinqin—the charming Li Xianzi—had a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

With a “bang,” Bai Ke immediately wanted to punch her.

Standing before Li Qinqin, Bai Ke said bitterly, “Why are you smiling? Brother Lin Yi is dead, and you’re happy?”

“Uh... no, no, I... I’m even sadder...”

Li Qinqin’s face was drenched in tears, feigning sorrow.

As Bai Ke stood, Zhang Xu and the others rose too, all staring at Li Qinqin.

The five households of the tenth group in Shanghe Village were also crying, glaring at Li Qinqin with growing anger.

It was clear that if words failed, a fight would break out—no matter how beautiful Li Qinqin was, she’d be beaten.

Li Qinqin had never seen such a scene before. Though inwardly glad that Lin Yi was in trouble, she found herself speechless at the expressions before her.

Seeing her, Bai Ke and the others snorted angrily and ignored her.

At that moment, the shattered barrier of the secret realm space vanished, absorbed by the “Neural Severance.”

The immense space collapsed, black holes appearing amidst its destruction, hinting at the tremendous tremors shaking the pigeon hole.

Soon, countless stones and dust rained down continuously, as if a mountain range was shaking violently.

This scene left Bai Ke and the others dumbfounded and even more sorrowful.

Bai Ke even wanted to rush back into the pigeon hole.

Zhang Xu and the others held him tightly, and then they began to retreat.

Those who had fainted, like the sword wielder Tang Jie, were dragged away by Bai Ke and the others as if they were dead dogs, sparing them from being crushed by falling rocks.

There was no choice; too many stones fell, as if an earthquake had struck the mountain.

When An Yingxiong and Master Mu arrived, the once spacious hall of the pigeon hole was already buried under countless huge stones.

The quake-like tremors could be felt from afar as they approached.

An Yingxiong and Master Mu felt their vision darken.

It was over—completely over.

The pigeon hole was about to be sealed off, and Bai Ke and the others had all evacuated. Even if Lin Yi had escaped the secret realm space, the collapse likely buried him alive.

“Ugh...”

An Yingxiong’s eyes reddened.

Master Mu was even worse, shedding tears and lamenting sorrowfully.

“Lin Yi, my boy, why did you have to die now? The villa I gave you—it actually belongs to my granddaughter, Mu Yuqing. She’s always lived there. I thought if you went to the villa, you two would be together. I already considered you my grandson-in-law. When I said I wanted to take you as my disciple, it was just a joke. Could I really teach you? I was just vain, wanting you as my disciple to boost my own prestige. To produce a genius... It’s over. If my granddaughter knew this, she’d cry her eyes out. If only you two had consummated your relationship and given me a genius great-grandson first... Ah, it’s all over...”

As An Yingxiong’s eyes reddened and he nearly broke down, hearing Master Mu’s words made his face change instantly, and he cursed loudly.

“Screw you, Master Mu! I knew you old codger were scheming. Taking disciples just to show off your genius pupils. So vain! And you gave Lin Yi a villa worth over a hundred million? Turns out your granddaughter was already living there—you wanted to force a done deal? I’m telling you, don’t even think about it. Only my granddaughter An Miaoyi deserves Lin Yi. No way! I’ll have to give Lin Yi a villa too. Lin Yi, as long as you’re alive, I’ll give you everything...”

By this time, they had reached Bai Ke and the others.

Though their words were somewhat comical, these two old men were genuinely crying.

Their sincere affection for Lin Yi was unmistakable.

Bai Ke and the others, seeing this, cried even harder.

“Wuwuwu... Brother Lin Yi, you died so tragically!”

Chapter 117 continued...

“Brother Lin Yi, I was wrong. You saved my life—I was wrong. If I’d known, I’d have stopped you at all costs from going to the pigeon hole!”

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Approaching the pigeon hole.

While Lin Yi was still pondering what had happened, he heard a great crowd crying.

The sobbing was deafening.

“Wuwuwu... Brother Lin Yi, you died so tragically!”

“...”

Lin Yi was speechless. Guys, I’m not dead yet!

At that moment, hearing Master Mu and An Yingxiong’s words, Lin Yi shuddered.

He realized he was still too inexperienced. Who would have thought Master Mu was so calculating—giving him a villa where Mu Yuqing was already living.

Luckily, he hadn’t gone, especially not at night, or things would have been impossible to explain.

If that relationship had been consummated, his path would have been broken. Too dangerous!

Also, that old Master Mu had taken disciples just to show off how brilliant his pupils were.

Still, An Yingxiong’s words made Lin Yi feel comforted.

An Yingxiong was so wealthy and generous—he gave Lin Yi everything. What was there to worry about? It could help make up for Lin Yi’s losses this time.

“Hahaha... So that’s the truth. Lin Yi is supposedly dead, the secret realm’s corpse refinement clan Zhao Qilin with twelve Demon King Pearls... Not bad, not bad. Lin Yi must be that annoying guy in the earlier video.”

“An Yingxiong, Master Mu, let’s see how you mock me now. That guy is dead. Well, I guess I’ll reluctantly give up revenge. After all, Lin Yi—the most talented young prodigy of Shengjing City’s Supernatural Investigation Bureau—is dead. Hahaha...”

Wang Tiandi was truly a villain.

All branches of the Supernatural Investigation Bureau naturally had rivalries.

But Lin Yi realized that the hostility between these two bureaus far exceeded his expectations.

From the moment the sword wielder Tang Jie tried to finish him off, to An Yingxiong and Master Mu’s endless sorrow over him, and Bai Ke and others’ anguished cries, Wang Tiandi still shamelessly piled on.

His character was clearly despicable.

If there was one word for him, it would be “deserving a beating.” Actually, Lin Yi accidentally said three words.

It made Lin Yi furious.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

At that moment, Lin Yi heard the whispers of men, women, old and young, continuously murmuring in his ears.

His eyes lit up.

The Neural Severance—those predecessors of previous generations had long discovered this path, realized the application of this bug-level evolution ability, and thus summarized a pattern!