Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 110 - Quite Impatient

Inside the banquet hall, all the prominent figures of Qingye County were gathered together, discussing how to deal with Lin Le, who had suddenly appeared today.

He eliminated their "god of wealth" in one fell swoop.

"Lord Yan, what should we do with that person?" someone asked first.

"It's alright, that guy looks like a wandering knight-errant." Yan Changchun waved his hand. "He'll leave in a few days when he doesn't get any benefits."

"So we're just going to let it go like this?" someone asked, unwilling to give up.

"How could that be?" Yan Changchun laughed, his smile full of ruthlessness. "Doesn't he want a good reputation? Then we'll ruin his reputation and see how he can still show his face in this area."

“However,” Yan Changchun put down his wine glass, “does any of you know his name? A Foundation Establishment Realm wandering swordsman shouldn’t be unknown.”

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, all sensing the other's confusion. Clearly, they didn't know who Lin Le was either.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. Would he dare to rebel within the territory of the Great Yan Kingdom?" Yan Changchun chuckled, then his expression faltered slightly, because recently a daring madman had indeed appeared and killed a county magistrate and county lieutenant.

The crowd's expressions turned strange, because they had also thought of this, and the madman's characteristics seemed to match those of the person they were dealing with today.

Long spear, red ribbon, short stature.

"Don't worry about him, everyone. Even if he dares to rebel, we still have Zhang County Lieutenant and me," Yan Changchun said, raising his glass. "Drink to your heart's content. We'll have to rely on you all for what happens next."

"Drink, drink!" Everyone raised their glasses.

Indeed, Qingye County is not like Bailian County, a poor and impoverished county that can't even produce a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Qingye County has three Foundation Establishment cultivators.

At the entrance of the Yan residence, Lin Le slowly walked past, carrying the Demon Slayer Spear.

The two guards at the gate spotted him and immediately grabbed sticks to stop him, one of them shouting, "Who are you!"

They came carrying guns at night, which clearly indicates they weren't from a good background.

Lin Le glanced at them and couldn't help but click his tongue. As expected of the magistrate of the county, even the gatekeepers were cultivators.

Boom!

After two soft sounds, two headless corpses slowly fell to the ground. Lin Le didn't even look at them and kicked open the door.

However, the richer the better, because he can reap greater rewards from killing.

The door was kicked open, and the guards patrolling inside immediately noticed it. Then they saw Lin Le wave his hand:
"Kill them all, leaving no one behind."

There was no response, only a sea of ​​black and red Taoist soldiers filed out, sixteen soldiers in a row, all wielding swords and shields, charging into the guards in four rows and four columns.

Once the Taoist soldiers made their move, it became an overwhelming rout, like cutting melons and vegetables, and the guards were completely unable to mount a powerful counterattack.

This is not the wisdom of battle, but pure brute force.

Because the Dao soldiers summoned by Lin Le were all at the sixth level of Qi Refining, while these guards were at most at the first or second level of Qi Refining.

Faced with absolute dominance in terms of cultivation level, they naturally crumbled at the first touch.

One of the retainers ran over and, seeing this scene, was naturally furious. He shouted, "This is outrageous! How dare they run wild in Lord Yan's house!"

As he spoke, he slapped down with his palm.

An astonishingly long hand, ten feet in length, slammed down on a Taoist soldier.

This deity was quite powerful, and acting in anger, he actually shattered the Taoist weapon with a single palm strike.

But the hydrangea was once a precious artifact, and even though it fell, the magical properties it contained were incomparable to those of ordinary magical artifacts.

The Dao soldier disintegrated and merged into other Dao soldiers in the same formation, causing the aura of those soldiers to suddenly increase. However, the elder did not notice this detail at first, but he soon did.

Because after he angrily shattered six Dao soldiers, the seventh Dao soldier actually withstood the attack.

The worshipper frowned, struck out with his palm, shattering the seventh Dao soldier. Then, upon closer inspection, he saw the dissipated energy of that Dao soldier surging into the other Dao soldiers.

The other Taoist soldiers suddenly grew taller.

No wonder it gets tougher the more it's hit!
Gong Feng gritted his teeth, turned around and looked around. He had to kill the people behind these ghost soldiers first.

"Who are you looking for?" A voice whispered in his ear.

His hair stood on end, and the monk immediately struck out with his palm, but he missed completely. Then he saw a fist rapidly enlarging in his vision.

boom!
Another headless corpse fell.

Lin Le clenched his fist. The more people he killed, the more he felt like he was becoming a bit of a monster, always enjoying blowing people's heads off.

Lin Le turned to look at the other worshippers, who had also joined the slaughter.

The noise in the courtyard was naturally heard by everyone in the banquet hall. At first, no one paid any attention to it, but as the noise grew louder and closer, a sense of unease arose in their hearts.

This unease reached its peak immediately after a servant barged in.

Bang! The door was kicked open, and a servant stumbled in, shouting, "Master, something terrible has happened! Someone has broken in!"

Crash! Yan Changchun suddenly stood up, knocking over the wine table in front of him. He stared coldly at the servant: "What did you say!"

"Someone has led a group of fearless Taoist soldiers in and stormed in, sir!" the servant shouted. "Master Hong, Master Lin, and Master Wang are all dead! They're all dead!"

Yan Changchun's face immediately turned even uglier: "Who is it? Tell me who the person on the other side is!"

A long, drawn-out voice burst into the banquet hall.

Then everyone saw Lin Le carrying a long spear, slowly eating a fruit as he walked in.

"Long time no see, Magistrate Yan." Lin Le swallowed the fruit and showed Yan Changchun a set of gleaming white teeth.

Yan Changchun took out his official seal and looked coldly at Lin Le: "You really have a lot of nerve, daring to come here at this time."

"I can't help it, I'm a rather impatient person." Lin Le finished the last bite of fruit, then wiped his hands with his clothes. "I have something to do, and I want to get it done quickly."

"Oh, really?" Yan Changchun's tone was icy. "Then what brings you to my residence?"

"Yes, let's seek justice for the people," Lin Le said after thinking for a moment.

"Ha, how dare you!" Yan Changchun roared, unleashing the full imperial aura of the county on Lin Le. "Who do you think you are? A commoner, daring to demand justice from a county magistrate like myself!"

"So what if you're a commoner? In this world, it's all about power, not status." Lin Le put down his gun and said indifferently.

"Oh, you think you can withstand me?" Yan Changchun drew a sword. "County Commandant Zhang, join forces with me to quickly subdue this arrogant scoundrel."

"Yes." A six-foot-tall man stood up, as imposing as an iron tower, and with a flick of his wrist, a large knife appeared in his hand.

“There’s one more.” Lin Le looked around. He remembered that, according to the information he had gathered, there were three Foundation Establishment cultivators in Qingye County.

"Take care of yourself first!"

After saying that, the county constable rushed towards Lin Le.

(End of this chapter)