Chapter Eighty-Nine: He Ran Again! Battle Daoist! Song Yuyan Can Do It!

Zhang Ruofeng did not know what Jin Huishan was so afraid of, but his tone changed in an instant. In his confusion, Zhang Ruofeng stopped short and saw that Jin Huishan really had fled.

The words of farewell were still trembling in the air.

In truth, Jin Huishan had already started running long before that, fast as a hare.

"..."

Zhang Ruofeng was rendered increasingly speechless. What were you running for? If you did not join forces at a time like this, were you not simply courting death?

Before Zhang Ruofeng could think further, he heard a burst of sneering laughter from behind him.

He knew that laugh all too well. It was Lin Yi's voice.

"Heh... Jin Huishan, oh Jin Huishan. Yesterday you ruined my good deed, and today you still dare to bully my classmate and my revered old dean, dare to stand against me? Looks like you really are seeking death..."

"And you still dare to run? Leave the gourd at your waist behind, and I may let this matter rest. Otherwise, I swear I will make sure you cannot get away today. Do you believe me or not..."

With that one remark, Lin Yi made it clear to Zhang Ruofeng that Jin Huishan and Lin Yi had met before, and that the last time Jin Huishan faced him, he had also run.

It was obvious that Jin Huishan knew he was no match for Lin Yi. That was why his face had changed so drastically a moment ago, his voice filled with terror, before he fled again.

Damn that farewell!

Could it be that Lin Yi was truly that powerful?

Zhang Ruofeng could hardly believe it. Gritting his teeth, he saw that Jin Huishan had escaped, and since he still felt he could hold on a little longer, he decided not to run.

That very thought was one he would regret for the rest of his life.

For what happened next was that Lin Yi came right up behind him. Zhang Ruofeng turned and threw a punch straight at him!

Naturally, a cultivator and an ordinary man were not the same. Before Zhang Ruofeng had even raised his fist, gusts of wind were already circling madly around him.

Those winds seemed to stir something in heaven and earth itself.

Zhang Ruofeng had once used this move to pin down Murong Yueyao and Murong Xingyao in place.

At the time, Murong Xingyao immediately understood that this was the effect of an art.

And this so-called art shared many things in common with spiritual mind practitioners. Both used one's own power to draw forth the surrounding energies that only a grandmaster could otherwise command.

Zhang Ruofeng had thought that this time, with his full concentration and all his spiritual power reinforced, he could forcibly bind Lin Yi and succeed.

Very soon, the binding energies seemed to freeze the entire air itself.

But then, in the blink of an eye, the imprisoned energies suddenly began to crackle and rattle violently.

They shattered.

A surge of light, as though tinged with gold, welled up endlessly from Lin Yi's body.

With a booming sound, that force burst at its peak and smashed the restraint of air to pieces.

Lin Yi was not affected in the slightest and continued walking forward.

Only then did Zhang Ruofeng panic. Biting down hard, he drove his fist toward Lin Yi.

That punch carried Zhang Ruofeng's formidable power, the true boxing art of Mount Dragon-Tiger: Dragon-Tiger Shattering Stone Fist.

Having failed to immobilize Lin Yi, Zhang Ruofeng was already injured, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

As he swung his fist now, it seemed as though the sound of dragon roars and tiger howls rose from his body, lending him strength in waves.

The momentum was almost like a sonic attack, forming surging layers of sound as it rolled toward Lin Yi.

Yet before Zhang Ruofeng's fist could even reach Lin Yi's face, he felt his own strike unable to advance any farther.

All the dragon roars and tiger howls vanished.

Zhang Ruofeng cried out in shock, "Impossible... you... how are you like a grandmaster..."

The power surging from within Lin Yi's body was the purest, most radiant energy of the Great Cavern Scripture, too fierce and too upright, overflowing with overwhelming force.

Such energy was so mighty that ordinary restraints would naturally have no effect at all.

The difference was one of essence, a transformation in kind.

For Zhang Ruofeng, his art would leave even some newly promoted grandmasters flustered and unable to break free so quickly.

And yet Lin Yi could break through that quickly.

Zhang Ruofeng was stunned, his mind in chaos.

At that point, all Zhang Ruofeng could think of was to run, but his punch had already been thrown.

He tried to play a trick, but to his horror his fist seemed to sink into a swamp.

Lin Yi's body was far harder than he had imagined. Lin Yi also threw a punch, but with the use of the Secret of the Character for Movement, his fist was simply far too fast compared with Zhang Ruofeng's.

The moment Zhang Ruofeng launched his blow, before he could even feint, Lin Yi had already struck his fist down first.

One of Lin Yi's hands smashed into his wrist and forearm.

With a sharp crack, Zhang Ruofeng's fist was utterly ruined, his arm broken once more.

Then Lin Yi pressed in along the body in Zhang Ruofeng's green robe as it tried to slip past and struck again directly at his face.

When the fist landed on Zhang Ruofeng's features, there was a wet sound, and Zhang Ruofeng vomited blood.

Lin Yi's body was roiling with energy, golden light flashing, and thus he did not let that blood stain him.

After that, Lin Yi's fist kept raining down, changing into a palm. Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, in one continuous barrage of slaps, he struck Zhang Ruofeng across the face.

Lin Yi did not especially like slapping people. He preferred to cripple them with a single kick.

But Zhang Ruofeng and those other disciples of various sects had just slapped the faces of his elder brother Lin Tianwen and the others, and Lin Yi naturally had to return the favor.

After swelling Zhang Ruofeng's face up, Lin Yi thought it over and then dealt with his other hands and feet as well.

Nothing complicated. He broke them all.

Since I have already offended you, I do not mind offending you to death.

I already have that old schemer, the Evil God River God, watching me. The City God is probably eyeing me as well, and the Yellow Ninth Lady wants my life. Am I supposed to be afraid of adding one more to the list?

At worst, damn it all, I will just stay inside the Demon-Devil Prison and never come out!

After finishing all this, while Zhang Ruofeng wailed in agony, Lin Yi decided not to bother with him for the moment, because Jin Huishan was still waiting for him in the distance.

In any case, Zhang Ruofeng was already completely ruined.

Still, Zhang Ruofeng truly was tougher than the others. The rest of those sect disciples had already fainted, but Zhang Ruofeng, despite enduring the pain, only screamed and never once lost consciousness.

Lin Yi was about to head for Jin Huishan, but then he noticed that old fox had finally learned his lesson.

With a thud, Jin Huishan actually threw the giant gourd magic treasure his master had passed down to him onto the ground, and then kept on running.

"Lin Yi, I gave you the gourd. I was wrong, I really was wrong. Brother, what happened last time was a misunderstanding. I should never have asked you for talismans. This time I am giving you the gourd, so let bygones be bygones... Yu Yan, Yu Yan, hurry and help me stop him, talk some sense into him..."

What is shamelessness?

What is thick skin?

Jin Huishan explained it perfectly.

"..."

Lin Yi did not know what to say.

This Jin Huishan. If you said to go after him, the fellow did run quite fast. Lin Yi could not possibly leave this huge mess behind just to chase him down.

But if he did not chase after him, it was genuinely maddening. Was he really just supposed to let Jin Huishan go?

After thinking it over, Lin Yi suddenly smiled.

"Fine... Song Yu Yan told me that you live in Golden Sun Temple. In a while, when I have some free time, I will visit you there. I can let your old life be spared for now!"

Lin Yi no longer gave chase. After taking the gourd, he could not help but marvel. From now on, this gourd would be his.

Song Yu Yan had not come over; she had been caught in a dilemma all along.

If Lin Yi really did beat up her master, as long as he did not kill him, Song Yu Yan would definitely not step in.

It was not because Song Yu Yan knew she was no match for Lin Yi, but because she simply did not want to make a move.

Now that Lin Yi was not pursuing her master, Song Yu Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If Jin Huishan learned of this, he would probably be so furious he would spit blood.

After a moment's thought, Song Yu Yan decided to greet Lin Yi and take her leave.

Seeing Lin Yi pick up the wine gourd, she walked up to him.

"This gourd is called the Treasure Gourd. It really is a good treasure and counts as a magic item. Inside it is a Mountain-Suppressing Seal. You can infuse it with energy from time to time, and the formation can change in size at will..."

"The Treasure Gourd is one of the famous treasures of our Star Radiance Sect. I am worried my master may have deliberately thrown it down so that the Star Radiance Sect would think you stole it. So... Lin Yi, think carefully. Do you really want this gourd? There are actually many little secrets hidden in it. When the time comes, I can tell you all about them..."

Song Yu Yan had come over and explained everything about the gourd, even telling Lin Yi about the possible scheme her master might have in mind.

Lin Yi nodded. Jin Huishan really might have intended exactly that: give him the gourd, then falsely accuse him of stealing it.

This was a fine treasure of the Star Radiance Sect. When the time came, would the sect not send other experts after it?

If he did not have any backing, then he really could not accept the gourd.

But what, did they think the Bureau for Supernatural Investigations was just decoration?

Lin Yi smiled faintly at Song Yu Yan. "Miss Song, I have to thank you. If you hadn't said anything, I would never have thought of that. To show my appreciation, I will give you a nice present. But this gourd, I am keeping."

With that, Lin Yi jogged all the way to Lin Tianwen's side and picked up the flying sword Zhang Ruofeng had dropped.

Then he ran back in front of Song Yu Yan.

During all this, Zhang Ruofeng, though still screaming in agony, had not yet fainted. Seeing Lin Yi borrow flowers to offer to Buddha, taking his own things to give to Song Yu Yan, Zhang Ruofeng's eyes widened in utter fury.

Lin Yi glanced at him casually. "This thing is mine now. It's called compensation. Understand? Also, I warn you, do not bully Song Yu Yan. If I ever find out you have bullied her, I will take this flying sword back and slaughter you. Do you hear me?"

With that, Lin Yi handed the flying sword to the stunned Song Yu Yan. "Miss Song, I do not have anything better to give you, so take this broken flying sword. I imagine it is not much of a sword anyway, so just make do with it."

"???"

Song Yu Yan's face turned red, and she accepted the gift in her hands.

Looking at her, Lin Yi could not help but sigh. Who said a bad bamboo cannot produce good shoots?

A disgrace like Jin Huishan had somehow managed to raise such a fine disciple. Song Yu Yan had a very decent outlook on life and values. The more one looked at her, the more she truly had a certain charm.

Upon closer inspection, her beauty was in no way inferior to anyone's.

Especially her skin; it looked so soft and moist that if one pinched it, the feel would surely be delightful.

Not far away, Zhang Qiang had just regained consciousness and found no one around him.

Then he saw his junior sister, looking shy and flustered, accept the sword handed over by Lin Yi!

And when he looked again at the scene before him, with Zhang Ruofeng and the others lying on the ground, how could Zhang Qiang not understand what had happened?

He understood.

Lin Yi had once again stolen the spotlight, and all of these people had unquestionably been beaten by him.

So with a burst, he spat out blood again!

In his heart, Zhang Qiang swore, Lin Yi, I am irreconcilably at odds with you. My junior sister is mine, and now she is about to be yours... I refuse to accept this.

Cursing, he collapsed with a thud, coughing up blood as he fell, his breaths coming in weaker than his gasps for air.

...

"I still have me too... Lin Yi, come over here!"

From a distance, An Miao Yi shouted.

Lin Yi had already dealt with everyone else; only at An Miao Yi's side was Huang Kuang still entangled with her.

However, Huang Kuang's face was extremely ugly. He had long wanted to flee, but An Miao Yi had kept blocking him.

Now, hearing An Miao Yi's shout, Huang Kuang grew even more anxious. "What are you shouting for? If not for you, I would have run already..."

Seeing Lin Yi's gaze turn this way, Huang Kuang knew he could not escape.

Hurriedly, he began crying out toward Lin Yi, "I was wrong, big brother, Brother Lin, I really was wrong. I should never have helped the tyrant oppress others. Brother Lin Yi, can you spare me?"

"..."

The students of the Capital Academy had truly seen the world this time. These disciples of the immortal sects and lineages, one after another, had collapsed so spectacularly that none of their carefully maintained images could survive the strain.

To put it simply, not one of them was any good.

The personas they built were all bright and towering, but in truth they were all thieves and harlots through and through.

This was what upright and honorable sects were like?

This was what disciples of the immortals were like?

These sect and faction disciples were truly nothing to brag about.

Thinking carefully, apart from being a little stronger, their character was worse than that of any normal ordinary person.