Chapter Eighty-Eight: At a time like this, you want to take your leave?

Once Lin Yi had gathered all of those things, he laughed heartily.

Not bad at all. This move was a sure profit with no loss.

Most importantly, the older brother of his dormitory, Lin Tianwen, and the others had not been beaten into crippling injuries!

It was fine if they had lost a few teeth, so long as their bodies were otherwise unharmed. If they had truly been maimed, left without an arm or a leg, Lin Yi would only have felt even more guilty.

His laughter was especially grating, and Song Wanjun and the others, who had not yet passed out but whose faces had already turned deathly pale, clutched the injured spots while enduring the pain, and were so startled they nearly jumped.

Lin Yi was simply too ferocious. He had even driven away Daoist Zhang Ruofeng. With a single move he could beat them into this state; such a person was not someone to be provoked.

The pain throughout their bodies, together with fear, kept them from even daring to cry out.

When Lin Yi laughed, the sarcasm in his eyes was unmistakable.

How could they not feel a chill in their hearts?

"Hand over all the good stuff. That's more like it. But that's still not enough to offset the suffering you caused my brothers. In a moment I'll come back and have a proper talk with you. Think it over—what else can you give me? If you can't figure it out, I'll use my fists and feet on you and see where my strength reaches its limit."

Earlier, Lin Yi had said nothing because he did not want a war of words.

Now, he was in no hurry. His dorm brothers would not be in danger for the moment, the other students were basically fine, and the people who needed beating had already been beaten. Only the true culprits remained: Zhang Ruofeng and that old Taoist, Jin Huishan.

With Zhang Ruofeng's image as a Daoist utterly shattered, Lin Yi had even less reason to hold back.

His words caused Song Wanjun, who had been hoping that since she and the others were injured this badly, Lin Yi might spare them, to finally give up. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

"…"

Damn it, was she pretending to faint?

No matter. If you pass out, I'll wake you up later and take another careful look. I won't let even one good thing slip by. Even feigning unconsciousness won't fool me.

Right—besides Zhang Ruofeng and Jin Huishan, there was also Huang Kuang... Lin Yi glanced toward An Miaoyi.

Only then did he realize that An Miaoyi was doing far better than before. Huang Kuang, distracted by his concern elsewhere, had grown sloppy with his strikes.

The two of them were locked in a fierce exchange, but it looked as though An Miaoyi already had the upper hand.

Lin Yi was no longer anxious. Letting An Miaoyi fight Huang Kuang a little longer would also serve as training.

He shook his head, then, under the students' newly enlightened gazes, handed all of those treasures over to Lin Tianwen and the others.

With a clatter, the pile was dumped before Lin Tianwen and the rest.

"Boss, second brother, no—big brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, sixth brother... and eighth brother, just wait. Today's compensation for your injuries and your emotional distress, your seventh brother will win it all back for you!"

Lin Yi said with a smile.

Looking at the miserable state of Lin Tianwen and the others, the resentment in Lin Yi's heart did not fade in the slightest.

He sprinted toward Zhang Ruofeng.

Not walking—running!

He was afraid that if he engaged Zhang Ruofeng, Jin Huishan would slip away again.

Settling both old hatred and new grudges at once!

Zhang Ruofeng had once flirted with Lin Yi's ex-girlfriend, Murong Yueyao, and now he had injured his brothers. There was no way Lin Yi was letting him go. He had to be dealt with.

And Jin Huishan absolutely could not be spared either. Last time, he had interfered when Lin Yi was clearing out the armored phantoms on the Yin Soldiers' Road, ruining Lin Yi's excellent chance to reap benefits. Lin Yi had already been seething, and now this Jin Huishan still had the nerve to provoke him.

Not only did he fail to show respect to Old Dean Gu Leiming, he even put on an act like some kind of show-off.

Lin Yi did not care. Jin Huishan had no respect for him, and Lin Yi was not going to stand for that.

"What the hell, seventh brother really is loyal! These things are so good, and he just gave them to us. Damn it, I'll take this sword. I'm an ordinary person, but with this sword, I won't be afraid if I run into a master in the future!"

Lin Tianwen had his eye on Song Wanjun's sword.

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji coughed twice, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said, "Then give me that black bear's sword. In a bit, I'll be sure to punch two holes through him!"

"Hold on, hold on. You can have the swords, but the phones have to go to me. Fine, I'll take these people’s phones with thanks!"

"One never knew longing until longing came, and when longing comes it becomes a torment. You can take the other things, but leave me the jewelry on that Emei Sect woman, Song Wanjun, and give me her phone too..."

Fourth Brother Zhu You, from the dormitory, suddenly cried out.

Fleshy and plump, Zhu You looked a bit sleazy, but beneath that was a man who was truly loyal. Just now, he had fought Black Bear harder than anyone, and his injuries were the worst of all.

Only, because he was fat, the harm he suffered seemed somehow less severe. Now, with those lecherous eyes, he blurted out those words, causing everyone around him to freeze.

"That's going too far, Fourth Brother. You're actually interested in Song Wanjun?"

"Pfft!"

"Pah—tui!"

...

At that moment, Zhang Ruofeng was full of terror.

As the Daoist heir of Mount Dragon-Tiger, he had been watched over since birth and had encountered very few setbacks. Among his peers, claiming that he was unmatched beneath the heavens was no exaggeration.

Full of confidence, he believed he would rise above countless young talents and, crushing all ages before him, become the absolute number one of this era.

A scarlet mist would shroud the sky, omens would spread everywhere, and Zhang Ruofeng would suppress demons and fiends, making his name famous throughout the world!

He had never imagined that his first campaign would go so badly, that he would be sent flying and knocked unconscious by someone. And now, he had encountered that same person again.

He had thought the last time was only a fluke. Hatred for Lin Yi had filled his heart, and he had wanted to reclaim his honor and exact revenge. But today, Zhang Ruofeng understood that this grudge would not be easy to settle; if he wanted payback, he would have to join forces with Jin Huishan.

In Zhang Ruofeng's view, Lin Yi had probably not yet reached the level of a grandmaster. Otherwise, that aura would have been unmistakably familiar.

Mount Dragon-Tiger had many grandmasters, and so did his own master.

Still, even if everyone was only infinitely close to grandmaster level, he still would not be Lin Yi's match. With Jin Huishan and himself joining hands, everything would be secure.

Zhang Ruofeng looked back viciously toward Lin Yi and discovered just how shameless Lin Yi was.

And this was in front of everyone too. Lin Yi had no sense of dignity at all; he was openly robbing them, stripping the disciples of those sects and factions of everything they had on them!

Apart from their clothes, he took everything worth taking, not even sparing their belts.

This was absurd beyond belief.

Lin Yi's shamelessness far surpassed his own in cunning. A person like that absolutely could not be left alive.

The small reflected the large. If he ever met Lin Yi alone in the future, Zhang Ruofeng suspected even his underpants would be stripped away. As for wanting to survive? Dream on.

The more anxious he became, the more Zhang Ruofeng realized that Lin Yi had actually piled the loot beside those dorm brothers of his. Then Lin Yi glanced his way and rushed over at full speed.

Zhang Ruofeng gathered himself and charged forward with his teeth clenched.

The students in front of Zhang Ruofeng, pressed by his momentum, had no choice but to give way whether they wanted to or not. Before long, the path ahead of him was clear.

Then Zhang Ruofeng saw Jin Huishan glance his way, and after that, Jin Huishan unexpectedly stopped tangling with Gu Leiming. With a leap, he changed direction and headed toward Zhang Ruofeng.

This told Zhang Ruofeng that Jin Huishan must have been thinking the same thing.

What Zhang Ruofeng did not know was that, because he was running, he had blocked Jin Huishan's line of sight. Jin Huishan could only see Zhang Ruofeng and not Lin Yi behind him. Thinking that someone else was causing trouble, Jin Huishan's face darkened with fury.

"What sort of person dares bully disciples of our immortal sects? Do they think our sect disciples are easy to push around?"

"Don't be anxious, Zhang Ruofeng. You are the Daoist heir of Mount Dragon-Tiger; pay attention to your image. But it doesn't matter. What do these students know? In a little while, we'll have them clear everything from their hands, and then we'll have the relevant authorities remove all the negative news about you..."

Jin Huishan spoke at length, treating Zhang Ruofeng's loss of face as nothing unusual at all.

Clearly, he was already used to such things happening to someone of Zhang Ruofeng's level.

At the end, however, Jin Huishan began threatening the students around them.

Because of Lin Yi, the crowd was already in a frenzy. People like Zhang Ruofeng were beyond their reach, but Lin Yi was a classmate standing beside them.

When Zhang Ruofeng and the others had humiliated these students just now, the sense of shame had made life itself seem dim and colorless. They had felt lower than others, as though they were beneath everyone else.

It was a terrible feeling. Everyone is born equal; fairness, justice, and harmony... such ideas had long since taken root in people's hearts.

Yet before those immortal sect disciples, these students had felt less like human beings and more like pigs or dogs. They did not want to feel that way.

Only when Lin Yi raised his arm and descended like a god from above did a glimmer of light appear in their hearts.

Although Lin Yi was also a cultivator, that light warmed them, because Lin Yi was not just a cultivator—he was their classmate.

So their eyes only burned brighter.

Jin Huishan had originally thought that after his speech, the people around would be afraid. But to his surprise, the students were looking at him one by one as though they had all gone mad—like they were looking at a joke.

That had not been the case earlier. Before, these students had looked at him as though they were staring at an insurmountable mountain, full of terror and fear. Why were they all mocking him now?

Jin Huishan's face turned dark. He looked toward Old Dean Gu Leiming and believed that it was all because of him.

That damned old man—why was his strength so formidable?

Spiritual cultivators were the hardest to deal with. Like Zhang Ruofeng, they had the feel of spellcraft and much more complete control over energy. Without reaching grandmaster level, they were truly difficult opponents.

Jin Huishan's fingers tightened around the large gourd at his waist. He wanted to use this inherited magical treasure.

"You... you have gone too far..."

Jin Huishan said furiously.

Zhang Ruofeng hurriedly chimed in.

"Elder Jin, hurry and help me. The two of us together can deal with Lin Yi... Lin Yi is the source of all this trouble. We can't let him off today..."

After saying that, Zhang Ruofeng quickly turned around. In his panic, he had even dropped the small flying sword his master had given him, and he had thrown away Black Bear's sword too, so now he had no weapon in hand.

"It's fine. If it comes to it, let Jin Huishan take the front while I get around behind him."

Thinking this, Zhang Ruofeng turned and began walking backward, trying to retreat toward Jin Huishan's side.

But very soon, Zhang Ruofeng heard a trembling, terrified voice beside his ear.

"What did you say? Lin Yi... I... I was wrong, I was really wrong... So that's why those students were mocking me. So there wasn't someone causing trouble at all—it was someone beating those fellows to the ground... I see now, I see now. Farewell..."

"…"

Zhang Ruofeng.

What the hell is this, saying farewell now?