Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 16 Clearing Away Enmity

On the desolate wilderness, a dozen or so people were running for their lives, as if some monster was chasing them.

But upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a young boy chasing after someone with a long spear, while a man with a ferocious expression was also chasing after him, wielding a large knife.

Lin Le chased the gang members until they were almost at the city gate before giving up on killing them and turning his attention to Zhao Lang.

With a sudden twist of his body, Lin Le thrust his spear backward, the tip tearing through the air with a sharp whistle, and aimed straight for Zhao Lang's throat with a chilling light.

Faced with this sudden counterattack, Zhao Lang's shoulder and back muscles tensed up, and he slashed down with his broadsword, forcefully deflecting the spear shaft by three inches, trying to dodge the attack.

But Lin Le reacted incredibly quickly, taking advantage of the moment before the spear's momentum waned, he changed the thrust into a sweep, and the blood-red spear tassel turned into a red mark.

Despite Zhao Lang's best efforts to dodge, his clothes were still torn, but no wounds were visible; instead, a dark brown inner armor was exposed.

As someone involved in organized crime, how could he not care about his own safety? This Bull Armor was something he bought at great expense; it was so tough that an ordinary person couldn't even cut through it with a knife.

"You really are a martial arts master!" Zhao Lang glanced at the obvious cut on the inner armor, and looked at Lin Le with a serious expression and a deeper level of greed.

He had investigated all the information he could about Lin Le, and he even knew who her parents were.

He was just the child of a schoolteacher from Bailian County. Although his father had some reputation, he died and his reputation was of no use.

With such a family background and below-average physical constitution, how could one possibly develop blood and qi in less than a month?
Therefore, he must possess a secret or treasure that could give him the opportunity to become a cultivator.

Lin Le did not answer. He could sense the greed in Zhao Lang's eyes, which was why he was unwilling to reveal his high level of martial arts.

A few people might think he is exceptionally talented, but most people would probably think he has had some extraordinary encounter, and thus begin to spy on and test him.

"die!"

Driven by greed, Zhao Lang attacked first this time, raising his broadsword suddenly, the blade slicing through the air and whistling as it slashed straight down at Lin Le.

Lin Le's gaze was indifferent, and his figure was as nimble as a monkey as he dodged to the side. Then, he flicked his spear, the tip of which, like a venomous snake, aimed straight at Zhao Lang's throat.

Zhao Lang hurriedly sheathed his sword, then turned and swept it horizontally, attempting to force Lin Le back.

However, Lin Le had already anticipated this move. He lightly stepped forward, his body moving like an ape. His spear drew an arc in the air, and the tip of the spear suddenly pressed down, pointing directly at the opponent's groin.

Zhao Lang was shocked and, with his fastest speed, slashed downwards, splitting the spear in two.

But Lin Le's offensive did not stop. With a flick of his spear, the spear tip rained down on Zhao Lang.

Having lost the initiative, Zhao Lang was naturally forced to retreat repeatedly.

Knowing he would surely lose if things continued this way, Zhao Lang roared and slashed down with his broadsword, the blade covered in a layer of blood.

He wants to regain the advantage!

Lin Le circulated his blood and qi, then swung his spear horizontally, the shaft resembling a dragon, and suddenly flicked it upwards, the tip pointing directly at the opponent's chest.

Zhao Lang hurriedly turned to the side, his blade flashing as he attempted to counterattack, but Lin Le had already anticipated this. He suddenly spun his spear, the shaft sweeping across and striking Zhao Lang's wrist heavily.

The broadsword flew out of his hand, and Zhao Lang staggered backward. Before he could regain his footing, Lin Le appeared in front of him like a shadow.

Dead!
Looking at Lin Le so close to him, Zhao Lang couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret. He never imagined that Lin Le's skills were so outstanding.

He's only been practicing martial arts for half a month, yet his marksmanship is already highly proficient, completely on par with those martial arts masters who have trained for over ten years.

puff!

The spear moved like lightning, its tip piercing Zhao Lang's throat.

Bang! Zhao Lang's body fell to the ground. Lin Le looked at the merits and killings he had accumulated and nodded slightly, a satisfied look on his face. What a great harvest!

"But being this weak is a waste of all the Qi and Blood Elixir I saved." Looking at Zhao Lang on the ground, Lin Le shook his head slightly.

He thought it would be a fierce battle, so he specially ate a blood ginseng to cultivate his qi and blood essence so that he could restore his strength and heal his injuries at any time.

Now, this drop of Qi and Blood Elixir can only be kept to further strengthen the body's foundation.

After searching the corpse, Lin Le took the valuables and strolled leisurely toward the city gate. His menacing aura caused even the usually arrogant city guards to unconsciously restrain their arrogance, some even bowing low as they saw Lin Le off at the city gate.

Having found the Wolf Gang's hideout, a gambling den, Lin Le casually decided to go inside.

Two gang members tried to stop him, but Lin Le kicked them both in, leaving them covered in blood.

Two loud bangs startled everyone inside. Everyone looked at the two people who had flown in and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

Because their sternums were broken, with obvious indentations, such injuries would be fatal for an ordinary person.

They looked again at the person who came in and saw that he was carrying a package.

Lin Le glanced at everyone and said, "Those who aren't from the Wolf Gang, please leave. I have something to discuss with the Wolf Gang."

Ordinary people naturally wouldn't dare to linger; they didn't want to get hacked to death in the chaos of gang warfare.

Lin Le glanced at the gamblers who had walked out the door, and tightened his grip on his spear slightly. Although he really wanted to kill these gamblers, he had to restrain himself.

Too many deaths and injuries would make it difficult for him to leave.

"Young hero, what can I do for you?" A man in a mandarin jacket walked over and addressed Lin Le, his tone somewhat rude.

"See for yourself." Lin Le tossed the package to the man.

The man caught it, then opened it. The moment he opened it, his face froze, for inside was Zhao Lang's head.

"Your gang wanted to kill me, but I killed you." Lin Le picked up a chair and sat down. "Call two people over for me today, and give me Zhao Lang's inheritance while you're at it, and I'll let you go today."

The man was quite tactful: "Whatever your command."

Zhao Lang is dead, so why should he, who isn't even a martial arts master and is just a leader, resist? Is he looking for death?

“Hu Zigui from the Crouching Tiger Martial Arts School, and He Chen from the government office,” Lin Le said. “Use Zhao Lang’s name, and if necessary, use some money.”

"Yes." The man nodded and immediately turned to instruct his underlings.

The first thing to be settled was Zhao Lang's estate, which consisted of about a thousand taels of silver, several land deeds, and some books.

Lin Le glanced at the man and realized that this guy was probably ready to take Zhao Lang's place at any time, otherwise how could he have found Zhao Lang's inheritance so quickly?

But what does this have to do with him? Lin Le picked through the books, took three books, and the rest.

Next up is the cassia tree.

Hu Zigui walked into the Wolf Gang's base with some doubt.

He had naturally heard of the Wolf Gang, but it was just a small gang. He wondered why this gang had approached him for no reason.

Hu Zigui was quickly invited into a room to sit down.

But as he sat there, he suddenly fainted.

With a creak, the door opened, and Lin Le walked in, covering his mouth and nose. The room had been laced with a sleeping potion.

Seeing the unconscious Hu Zigui, Lin Le thrust his spear at him without hesitation.

Hu Zigui, who was in a state of unconsciousness, suddenly sprang up, his hands like claws, and grabbed at Lin Le.

But with his mind focused on the unexpected, how could Hu Zigui, whose muscles and bones were weakened by the intoxicating fragrance, possibly be a match for Lin Le?

In just a few moves, Hu Zigui was stabbed to death by Lin Le.

Finally, there was the minor official in the household registration office.

There was no need for any tricks with this guy; Lin Le simply struck him on the head with a club and killed him.

(End of this chapter)