How come I'm invincible?

Chapter 99 Chief Lin... Why did you defile my innocence?

A saintess!?
Lin Fan developed a strong interest in this holy maiden of the Mingwang Sect.

The experience described by Protector Huang—where he was suddenly transported to a strange space and witnessed the majestic King—has always lingered in his mind.

He was eager to see if the saintess would use the same methods on him.

He pushed open the heavy palace door and stepped inside.

Inside the palace.

A rich fragrance filled the air.

The interior of the main hall was extremely spacious, with the floor paved with black stone bricks polished smooth as a mirror, which gleamed with a cold luster under the light of the candles on both sides.

At the end of the line of sight, there is a high stone platform, on which sits a huge lotus throne.

On the throne sat a woman dressed in a plain white robe, her face covered by a thin veil.

She is the Holy Maiden of the Mingwang Sect.

As Lin Fan stared unabashedly at the Holy Maiden, her cool gaze also pierced through and landed on him.

This was the first formal meeting between the two parties.

In Lin Fan's opinion, this saintess gave him the feeling of being pretentious and mysterious.

But in the eyes of the saintess.

The chief constable of Anzhou Prefecture exuded an extremely domineering sense of pressure, an aura she had never felt from anyone else.

Danger!Danger!Danger!

This was the clearest feeling for the saintess.

Lin Fan didn't speak, but strode forward slowly towards the high platform inside the hall.

His steps were steady and powerful, the soles of his shoes making a clear, clattering sound on the smooth stone bricks, which sounded particularly somber in the empty hall, and each step gave people a great sense of oppression.

Just as he reached the foot of the platform and was about to step onto the steps to get closer to the saintess,

The saintess, seated on the lotus throne, suddenly spoke, her voice clear and cold, carrying an undeniable majesty.

"stop."

Lin Fan stopped in his tracks and raised his head slightly.

He could clearly see a hint of barely perceptible anger, a condescending rebuke, and a trace of tension and fear in the saintess's indifferent eyes.

Lin Fan's lips curled up, ignoring her, and under the Holy Maiden's suddenly contracting pupils, he lifted his foot without hesitation and steadily stepped onto the stairs.

One step, two steps, three steps... and finally stood before the lotus throne.

The saintess's expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting that the other party would not care about her reprimand at all.

Then, the saintess's voice softened, "Chief Instructor Lin, this is the Mingwang Sect. Today is the Mingwang Sect's birthday. Even if Chief Instructor Lin does not believe in the Mingwang Sect, please respect the Mingwang Sect."

“Respect him? Do you know who I am?” Lin Fan raised an eyebrow and asked, his tone carrying a condescending scrutiny.

The saintess replied calmly in an ethereal voice, "Of course I know. You are Chief Lin of the Anzhou Security Bureau, the person in charge of security in the prefecture and its eight counties."

"Wrong!!! Utterly wrong!" Lin Fan's voice suddenly rose, booming like a bell, carrying an undeniable firmness and confidence. "I am the reincarnation of the Great Heavenly Venerable of the Nine Heavens! That so-called Ming King you worship, upon seeing me, would immediately kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, shouting, 'Great Heavenly Venerable's divine might is boundless, I know my mistake!'"

As soon as these words came out.

The saintess was completely bewildered.

She knew that this Mr. Lin in front of her was not easy to deal with. Only a charlatan could understand the power between charlatans. Both of them were masters of lying through their teeth.

Before the saintess could recover from her shock.

Lin Fan shouted, "You, as the Holy Maiden of the Demon King, why do you not kneel before me, the reincarnation of the Great Heavenly Venerable of the Nine Heavens? Do you intend to defy the might of Heaven?"

Saintess: ...

She felt like her brain wasn't working properly; it was burning with energy.

Lin Zongban's actions completely exceeded the scope of her script.

Taking a deep breath, the Holy Maiden forced herself to steady herself and retorted, "Chief Class Teacher Lin, you say you are the reincarnation of the Great Celestial Venerable of the Ninth Heaven... Do you even believe that yourself?"

Lin Fan straightened his chest, his gaze intense, and his tone resolute, "Believe me? Why wouldn't I believe you?"

Just then, the saintess slowly rose from her lotus throne.

Her movements were extremely gentle and elegant, as if they were untouched by worldly concerns.

The hem of her plain white robe swayed slightly, revealing a pair of fair and delicate jade feet. The tiny silver bells tied to her ankles jingled crisply with her movements, their sound particularly clear in the silent hall.

Upon seeing this, Lin Fan immediately frowned, took a small step back, raised his hand to cover his nose, and fanned himself in front of his face with his other hand, revealing an undisguised expression of disgust.

"Chief Lin, what do you mean by this?" The Holy Maiden was completely bewildered by Lin Fan's behavior. She couldn't understand what he was thinking at all, and it always left her with a strange feeling.

"You have athlete's foot, it smells awful, can't you smell it yourself?" Lin Fan said with a look of disgust.

"You...!" The saintess's face, hidden beneath her veil, turned ashen instantly. Though she was a saintess, she was still a woman. How could she bear such blatant humiliation from a man?

But instead of getting angry outright, she retorted sarcastically, "Really? Then it seems Mr. Lin's feet smell pretty good."

"Hey, you're right, my feet do smell good. Smell them if you don't believe me." Lin Fan stood on one leg and decisively took off his shoes. His white socks were slightly grayish-black, but these weren't stains; they were marks of his achievements, indicating that as the chief of the Public Security Bureau, he was always at the forefront.

This was achieved step by step.

At this moment, he playfully stretched his foot out in front of the saintess and shook it a few times.

The saint leaned slightly backward, as if trying to avoid it.

call out!
A sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out!
Bang.

A sharp crossbow bolt landed firmly in the ground not far from Lin Fan's feet. The shaft penetrated deep into the stone bricks, and the fletching trembled incessantly due to the enormous impact, emitting a buzzing sound.

Lin Fan glanced over and spotted a believer holding a crossbow hidden on a beam on one side of the hall, the cold crossbow sight firmly locked onto him.

The threat was clear: if you dare to move again, the next crossbow bolt will pierce your body.

Seeing this, Lin Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I thought your Mingwang Cult used divine power bestowed by the Mingwang, but in the end, you still resort to human methods." Lin Fan was not afraid of the other party's threat at all. He sat on the edge of the lotus platform with his back to the Holy Maiden, wearing his shoes.

As he put on his shoes and turned around, he saw the saintess suddenly press her body against his, staring intently at him. Instantly, an indescribable wave swept out from the saintess's eyes.

Um! ?

Lin Fan was slightly startled, and a huge wave surged in his heart. He felt this fluctuation that could not be seen with the naked eye, and it seemed that this fluctuation wanted to squeeze into his mind.

At this moment, the Holy Maiden wanted to bring this madman before her to see the Bright King.

The other party should kneel and kowtow the moment they see the Bright King, so that he knows that the Bright King is real and that she, as the Holy Maiden, is the Bright King's messenger walking among mortals.

The saintess has the ability to look directly into someone's eyes and cause them to hallucinate.

This ability wasn't something she was born with; she acquired it by chance when she was ten years old.

Back then, she was one of the refugees in the world. The Battle of Jinyang caused people to be displaced. She traveled south, starving and desperate for food, but was refused. Just when she thought she was going to die, a man eating a pancake passed by. She didn't know where she got the courage, but she looked him straight in the eye and roared, "Give me the pancake!"

Who would have thought that the people seemed to have lost their souls?

He obediently handed her the cake.

The saint spoke softly, "Wang, Wang, the holy and majestic Wang, you are sin..."

Snapped--!
A crisp sound rang out.

"Fuck your mother's crime." Lin Fan raised his hand and slapped him. "Are you sick? I just turned my head, why are you so close? You scared the hell out of me."

The saintess was slapped to the ground, her veil fell off, and half of her face instantly became red and swollen.

She looked at Lin Fan in front of her with extreme fear.

His face was full of disbelief.

"How can it be!!!"

The saintess was shocked, clearly not expecting that her tried-and-true method would be completely useless against Chief Lin in front of her, which was something she could not accept.

call out!
call out!
call out!
The moment he knocked the saintess down, the crossbow-wielding believers hidden on the palace beams immediately aimed their crossbows at Lin Fan, pulled the triggers, and with a series of bangs, the crossbow strings were pulled, and bolts, carrying terrifying impact, pierced through.

"court death."

Enraged, Lin Fan reacted with lightning speed, dodging to the side, then stretched out his arms, caught the incoming crossbow bolts with his bare hands, swung his arms, and turned to throw them.

The crossbow bolts he threw were far more terrifying than when they were fired.

puff!puff!puff!

The believers on the beams of the temple bowed their heads in terror, looking at the chest pierced by crossbow bolts, and fell to the ground like dumplings, making a series of loud thuds.

"How dare you assassinate a court official! You've got some nerve, you don't know your place, you're courting death."

Lin Fan shouted angrily.

But he is now increasingly surprised by the saint's condition.

If one had to pinpoint it, it would be that this saintess possesses a special ability.

Mental strength?
Creating illusions?
The person who had just pressed their face against his was trying to pull him into the illusion, but because of his strong will, the other party was unable to invade, which is why he showed a surprised expression.

When he looked at the lotus platform, the Holy Maiden was nowhere to be seen. Looking towards the entrance, he couldn't help but laugh. The Holy Maiden was barefoot, running away in terror.

When she reached the palace gate, the saintess gritted her teeth, a fierce and resolute glint in her eyes. She reached out and ripped several holes in the sleeves and collar of her plain white robe, then disheveled her hair before forcefully pushing open the palace door and screaming in a tearful voice, filled with humiliation and terror.

"Help! Help! Chief Lin, why...why did you defile my innocence?!"

The saintess pushed open the door and ran out in a disheveled state.

"Haha, that's interesting."

Lin Fan remained calm. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, being falsely accused. Of course, he was quite enthusiastic about being slandered.

When he came out of the palace.

All eyes were on him from outside, and the common people looked on with slight surprise. Meanwhile, the Holy Maiden was being protected by the high-ranking members of the Mingwang Sect.

How could the Venerable Lamp Holder not know that the Holy Maiden had probably failed and was helpless against this Lin Zongban? Since things had come to this, he could only throw mud at the other party.

He took a deep breath, preparing to step forward and righteously condemn Lin Fan's beastly behavior, seizing the moral high ground...

But then Lin Fan suddenly let out a roar that was louder, angrier, and more justified than his own.

"You vixen! No wonder you're a follower of the Demon King! Your mind is so vicious and filthy!"

"Just now in the hall, you saw my divine might and righteous spirit, and you actually dared to use your filthy body to defile my pure immortal body, to do such a despicable thing, in order to blaspheme the gods and ruin my cultivation!"

"Now that your conspiracy has been exposed, you still dare to rebel against the Heavenly Gang, spewing false accusations and falsely accusing me of defiling you?!"

"You have audacity! Your heart is despicable! Your actions deserve to be punished!"

This barrage of accusations, delivered with sharp and forceful words, struck a chord with everyone present, leaving them completely stunned.

The saintess's mouth gaped open, her whole body stiffened, and her mind went completely blank.

To her utter surprise, the other party not only did not become angry, but instead said that she was trying to defile him. "These words you used are clearly my words. You said them, so what do you want me to say?"
The Venerable Lamp-Holder angrily said, "Chief Lin, don't spout nonsense and distort the truth. The Holy Maiden of my Bright King Sect is the symbol of the Bright King's presence in the human world. She is pure and immaculate, sacred and inviolable. You are audacious enough to attempt to defile the Holy Maiden. The Bright King is furious and will surely bring down divine punishment, ensuring that you will never be reincarnated!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the believers present.

“Devout followers of the Holy King, you all witnessed with your own eyes that the Holy Maiden was nearly violated. Are you just going to stand by and watch this blasphemous villain act so arrogantly?”

The devout believers among the people all showed expressions of anger.

Although they were afraid of Lin Fan.

But now, the holy maiden who is closest to the Ming King in their hearts was almost defiled on the Ming King's birthday. How can they tolerate this? How can they look at her like this?
Just as they were about to erupt in angry roars.

“Bold!!!”

Lin Fan let out another furious roar, like a thunderclap from the heavens, instantly drowning out all the noise.

He took a step forward, and an invisible wave of energy seemed to surge around him. His gaze was like lightning, sweeping across the entire scene with an air of domineering majesty.

"I am the reincarnation of the Great Heavenly Venerable of the Nine Heavens, who has long resided at the pinnacle of the universe, ruling over all gods. I am the father of all gods and the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao."

"Now I have descended to the mortal world only to cleanse the universe and sweep away evil spirits."

"You mortals, bewitched by this demoness and the evil king, actually dare to oppose this Heavenly Venerable?"

"Are you really not afraid of the wrath of heaven descending upon you, causing yourselves to be doomed forever, your ancestors for eighteen generations to be condemned to the eighteen levels of hell, never to be reborn, and your descendants to suffer the torment of being struck by lightning and burned by fire for generations to come?"

Isn't it just bragging?

It's like everyone can do it.

His series of combined punches left everyone present dizzy and disoriented, even the experienced Venerable Lamp Holder was left feeling utterly bewildered.

I clearly have a lot to say.

But for a moment, I didn't know what to say.

at this time.

The people standing on Lin Fan's side cheered.

"Master Lin, the Silver Cudgel Grand Celestial Venerable, is the true reincarnation of the Celestial Venerable. He descended to earth to save people from suffering and to stand up for us ordinary folks."

"Fellow villagers, we must not turn a blind eye! The true God is right before our eyes. Do we still want to worship those filthy and evil demons and false gods?"

The commoner who spoke was very savvy.

While everyone was completely bewildered.

The first person to react was to shout "Nawei!" for Lin Fan. In the past, this would have earned them a much higher reward.

Seeing the situation was turning against her, the Holy Maiden of the Ming King Sect immediately adopted a pitiful and wronged demeanor, her voice trembling with sobs, and her eyes brimming with tears as she cried out:

"That's not how it is. Don't listen to his nonsense. The Ming King just sent me a divine message, telling me that he is the real demon who came to wreak havoc on the human world."

"Believers, people, wake up! Don't be fooled by the disguise of this evil spirit."

"Shut up!!!"

Lin Fan angrily rebuked, and then he saw a tall statue of the Ming King, four or five meters high, in front of him. He strode forward, walked to the statue, and under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

He embraced the statue with both hands, roared, and with a thunderous crash, the statue, weighing thousands of kilograms, was lifted off the ground. This shocking scene left everyone present dumbfounded.

Even the members of the Mingwang Cult were the same.

"I am the reincarnation of the Heavenly Venerable, possessing the divine power of the Heavenly Venerable. How dare this evil statue be so presumptuous before me?"

The voice just fell.

Lin Fan suddenly threw the statue into the air, while he stood still, not even glancing at it. The statue stopped rising and began to fall, its shadow growing larger and larger.

Just as the idol was about to smash into him.

He didn't dodge, but instead took a half step back with his right leg, twisted his waist and hips, and swung his right fist like a cannonball from below, fiercely striking the falling behemoth.

boom! ! !
A deafening roar, as if the earth were collapsing, suddenly erupted!

The fist clashed violently with the statue!
Before everyone's incredulous eyes, the solid statue was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Splash! ...
The entire statue disintegrated in mid-air, shattering into countless fragments of varying sizes, like a rain of stones, scattering across the ground with a crackling sound.

What was unexpected was...

As the statue shattered, countless gold and silver jewels poured out from the broken stone, crashing to the ground with a clanging sound, reflecting an alluring yet dazzling light under the sunlight.

Everyone present stared in disbelief.

No one expected that there would be silver.

Lin Fan pointed to the gold and silver jewelry on the ground and said, "Look at this, look at this. This is the silver you were fooled and cheated out of. It is the blood and sweat you have painstakingly accumulated over a lifetime."

“You were reluctant to use it, reluctant to eat it, reluctant to wear it, and now it has all gone into the belly of this evil god.”

"Today, I, the Heavenly Venerable, will use only one punch to make this evil god spit out all your blood and sweat."

Lin Fan deeply hates cults.

This thing is extremely harmful.

They are often capable of destroying a person's family and causing their death.

at this time.

The high-ranking members of the Mingwang Cult were stunned by what they saw; they had never expected things to turn out this way.

This punch shattered the stone statue carved from stone.

Is it really possible for humans to do this?

No, let alone smash it to pieces, the act of simply lifting the statue was already explosive enough.

He's not human. This Chief Lin is definitely not human.

The Venerable Lamp Holder forced himself to remain calm and stepped forward, attempting to salvage the situation. "Chief Lin, this..."

"Shut up!" Lin Fan didn't give him a chance to speak, and shouted sternly, "Who gave you permission to call me Chief Sergeant? You should address me respectfully as—Great Heavenly Venerable!"

Venerable Lamp Holder took a deep breath. He now understood that this guy was truly not to be trifled with. Judging from the current situation, it was simply impossible to trip him up.

“Good…Great Heavenly Venerable of the Nine Heavens! This gold and silver is the incense money that believers voluntarily offer to the Bright King. Putting it into the Bright King's statue is to let the Bright King feel the believers' piety. This…this is perfectly reasonable!”

"What a load of rubbish!" Lin Fan cursed.

The Venerable Lamp-Holder, who was being angrily rebuked, was at a loss for words.

Arrogant, truly arrogant beyond measure.

Lin Fan walked towards the protected saintess. When the saintess saw Lin Fan approaching, her heart trembled. She had witnessed everything that had happened inside the hall.

The opponent's methods were domineering and ruthless.

Despite being protected by crossbow bolts, who should have been able to dodge them? But the opponent not only dodged them, but also caught the crossbow bolts with her bare hands and killed the believers protecting her with a swift counterattack.

The Holy Maiden trembled. The Venerable Lamp Holder, pushed to the front, suppressed his terror and looked around. "Believers, what are you all standing there for? The Holy Maiden is in danger! As the most devout followers of the Bright King, shouldn't you come out and protect her?"

As soon as these words came out.

Those devout people who had been severely brainwashed, as if their minds were controlled, stood up one after another and blocked the way for the Venerable Lamp Holder.

Hand in hand, with their backs straight, they approached Lin Fan step by step.

They shouted as they approached.

"Those who enter under my King's throne are all brothers and sisters. Let go of..."

The doctrines were read aloud one by one.

This has inadvertently amplified their influence.

Venerable Lamp Holder sneered inwardly, wanting to see what Chief Lin planned to do. These were all ordinary people, and he really wanted to know if Chief Lin, who claimed to love the people, would take action against them.

Lin Fan shook his head and looked at the people around him.

"Fellow villagers, look closely. This is the result of being brainwashed by a cult. They can no longer be considered human. Family, kinship, and friendship have long been forgotten by them. If the cult says a word, they can kill their own relatives and even think that the cult is helping them to transcend."

These words came from the bottom of my heart.

The people who came to watch the play nodded in agreement. One of them had a friend who was a devout follower of the Mingwang Sect. In his opinion, his friend had become a stranger since he started believing in the Mingwang Sect.

I always feel like my brain is very abnormal.

"Master Lin is right."

"Now that I think about it, it really is true. I have a friend who has become a believer in the Mingwang religion. He used to be a very family-oriented person, but now he's all superstitious and doesn't even care about his family anymore."

As people recounted this situation.

More people joined in.

However, despite the surrounding chatter, the devout believers who formed the human wall remained expressionless, continued their steps, and repeatedly chanted their prayers.

"All suffering is a form of spiritual practice, and all dedication is a path to purity..."

Listen to the doctrines they recite.

Lin Fan could only say, "Good heavens, these people are all completely brainwashed and obsessed."

He looked at the constables and said, "Xu Ming, what are you all standing there for? Beat them until they wake up from their slumber. They've all been brainwashed by a cult, yet they don't even realize it. I think we have to beat them."

"Yes, my lord!"

Xu Ming had been unable to contain himself any longer. Upon hearing the order, he waved his hand without a second thought.

"Brothers, do it."

He took the lead, charging towards the human wall like a tiger descending a mountain, and delivered a flying kick.

He kicked the leader of the believers to the ground, and then, without any mercy, straddled him and swung his large, fan-like hands, slapping the man's face repeatedly from both sides.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The crisp sound of slaps echoed continuously.

The other constables also rushed over, each choosing their target.

"Don't try to take this guy from me. He's the loudest one, and he's obviously the one who's been most corrupted. I'm going to use my fists to make him turn back from the brink."

"Believe it or not? Do you still believe it or not?"

In an instant, chaos erupted at the scene, but the constables all understood that Brother Lin had other matters to attend to, so they pulled the devout believers aside and beat them up to make way for our master.

"That's so exciting!!!"

Ning Yu was thrilled and eager to try it out.

She was eager to rush into the fray and join this mind-awakening movement.

But when she looked closely, good heavens, those devout believers who were still standing had already been devoured by the ravenous bailiffs.

They dragged him aside and beat him up.

Suddenly.

Her gaze fell on the saintess's face, and her slightly disappointed mood, which had just been due to the lack of an opponent, instantly returned, and she volunteered.

"Master, can you give me the Holy Maiden? I'll beat her up."

"can."

Lin Fan nodded, just about to signal that he would pull the Holy Maiden out so that Lin Fan could beat her up.

Unexpectedly, Ning Yu drew her sword without saying a word and charged towards Venerable Lamp Holder, shouting angrily as she charged, "Get out of my way, all of you get out of my way!"

The gleaming blade shone with a cold, sharp light under the sunlight.

It looks like they're saying, "If you don't move aside, I'll really kill you."

The Venerable Ones who held the lamps had never seen such a scene before. Overwhelmed by the aura, they instinctively stepped aside, revealing the pale-faced Holy Maiden in the center.

Before the saintess could even react...

Ning Yu darted forward, her five fingers like hooks, and grabbed the saintess's hair, pulling it sharply downwards.

The saint felt a sharp pain in her scalp and uncontrollably let out a shrill scream, her whole body being pulled and she staggered.

Before she could regain her balance, Ning Yu's foot had already kicked her solidly in the buttocks. The force was so great that she fell forward and landed hard on the ground.

Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was messy, and she no longer resembled a saint.

As embarrassing as you want to be.

It can be as miserable as it gets.

Just as the saintess turned around and tried to get up, Ning Yu took a big step forward and sat directly on her lap. He threw away his sword, raised both hands, and began to attack with both hands.

Snapped!Snapped!
"You vixen, how dare you pretend to be a saint in front of my master, and even say that my master defiled you? Don't you even look at your pathetic appearance? Do you even deserve to have such a title?"

Ning Yu punched and cursed angrily as she did so, her fists and slaps raining down on him.

The saintess screamed in agony as she was beaten, tears streaming down her face. She endured the excruciating pain and glared at Ning Yu with venomous eyes. A strange light seemed to flicker deep in her pupils, indicating that she wanted to activate her illusion ability again.

Upon witnessing this, Lin Fan was about to step forward and kick the saintess unconscious.

Ning Yu's body trembled slightly, a brief look of confusion and struggle flashed across her face, but her eyes immediately cleared, and she muttered to herself in disbelief.

"Huh? I actually spaced out while I was punching someone?"

Done.

Fists, slaps, and fingernails rained down on the saintess.

There was absolutely no pity between people of the same sex.

All they did was unleash their fury.

Lin Fan looked puzzled. Just now, the Holy Maiden must have used this illusion-creating ability on Ning Yu, but Ning Yu only paused briefly before returning to normal.

Could it be that this saintess's abilities are quite limited?

Is it only useful for people with weak willpower?
From the beginning until now, he has analyzed that the Holy Maiden has no real strength at all, just like an ordinary woman. Her only means is the ability to create illusions.

The surrounding people were shouting.

"Good, well played!"

"Heroine Ning, you're beautiful! That move of yours was amazing! No wonder you're the first disciple of Master Lin, the Silver Cudgel Grandmaster. You've truly mastered the essence of the art."

Despite being praised so highly by the people and still vigorously beating Ning Yu, he even took the time to clasp his hands in a fist salute and bow to the surroundings, a smug look on his face.

It's as if to say... it's no big deal.

The high-ranking members of the sect, including Venerable Lamp Holder, watched as their Holy Maiden was beaten so miserably.

They couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

"Stop! Stop!" Venerable Lamp Holder shouted hoarsely.

Knowing that things would definitely go wrong if things continued like this, he knew that the only person on the scene who could stop him was Lin Fan.

"Chief Lin... no, Silver Cudgel Grand Celestial Venerable, our Mingwang Sect is supported by Grand Tutor, one of the Three Dukes. Do you really want to go against Grand Tutor?"

This is the only thing the Venerable Lamp Holder can rely on now.

They hoped that bringing out the Grand Tutor would intimidate the other side.

"Grand Tutor?" Lin Fan scoffed, a hint of undisguised contempt playing on his lips. "Grand Tutor is nothing."

He didn't take this powerful minister seriously at all.

No matter how powerful the other party's background is, things have come to this point, and the atmosphere has reached this level. How can you just stop it as you please?
Even if I, Lin Fan, agree, my brothers behind me, who are blinded by rage, will never agree.

"You, you..." Venerable Lamp Holder's chest heaved violently. He never expected that the man surnamed Lin would be so audacious.

After a while.

"Stop, everyone," Lin Fan said.

The devout believers, who were brutally beaten by the constables, were all bruised and swollen. At first, they were reciting their doctrines while they were being beaten, but after a while, all that could be heard were their screams of pain.

Clearly, the spirit of the Ming King is not immune to their pain.

On the other hand, the scene on the saintess's side was even more tragic.

Ning Yu shook her slightly sore arms and casually wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

As he stood up, he seemed to feel that it wasn't enough to vent his anger, so he kicked the saintess's slightly heaving chest twice more.

The saintess screamed intermittently as she was kicked.

The saint's face was swollen like a pig's head.

His body and face were covered in bloody marks.

It was quite tragic.

It's really not just horrible.

"Xu Ming, take your men and escort all the members of the Ming King Cult back to the prison," Lin Fan said.

"Yes, my lord."

Xu Ming clasped his hands in acceptance of the order, his voice loud and clear.

"Yang Ming, register the names, addresses, and home addresses of these people who have been poisoned by the Ming King Cult. Each brother should take on one of them and personally check on them before going to the police station every day. If they still dare to recite the Ming King Cult's doctrines, beat them severely and shatter their piety."

"Yes, my lord."

"Wu Yong, Qian Tao, collect all the gold and silver on the ground and get the account book from them. Once these poisoned people realize what's going on, return the gold and silver to them."

"Take orders."

Lin Fan issued his orders one by one. As the head of the squad, he naturally didn't need to do everything himself. With so many brothers under his command, he had to train them properly.

After he makes further progress and leaves in the future.

These brothers were also capable of handling things independently and managing the security of Anzhou well.

……

The swift and decisive operation for the Ming Emperor's birthday celebrations came to a close amidst much fanfare.

The people who had gone there were still reluctant to leave, embarking on their journey home, talking animatedly and discussing the matter all the way.

Someone was gesturing animatedly, describing how imposing the Silver Cudgel Grandmaster Lin was.

Some people vividly described the horrific scene of the saintess being beaten into a pig's head, and when they got excited, they slapped their thighs and exclaimed how thrilling it was.

When they returned to the city.

Many ordinary people who did not attend the event were curious about what had happened when they saw the constables of the Public Security Bureau escorting a large number of Mingwang Sect members back.

It wasn't until they heard what had happened at the Ming Dynasty's headquarters that they understood.

They were all filled with remorse, beating their chests and stamping their feet.

Grass!
Why didn't you go?

I can't believe I missed out on such a great opportunity.

……

The prefect's residence.

"Master...Master, something terrible has happened!" The butler rushed over in a flurry.

Feeling irritable and unable to sit down due to a back injury, Prefect Zhao was staring blankly at the garden. He used to enjoy pruning the flowers and plants, but now he had no time for it at all.

"Oh, what is it?" Prefect Zhao was very calm, his emotions had long since calmed down.

He is leaving Anzhou.

Anju is a place devoid of friendship and loyalty.

The steward said, "Lin Fan has captured everyone in the Mingwang Cult, from the Holy Maiden to the believers, they've all been arrested."

"Oh!"

Prefect Zhao responded calmly, "What's wrong with that? Isn't this a normal thing? I want to ask you, who is he afraid to arrest now?"

"Master, that's not the case. When we were there, Venerable Zhideng of the Mingwang Sect was forced into a corner and said that the Mingwang Sect was supported by Grand Tutor, one of the Three Dukes. Lin Fan even said on the spot, 'Grand Tutor is nothing.'"

The steward was naturally aware of his master's recent predicament, which was the greatest difficulty he had encountered in his decades-long career in officialdom.

As the saying goes, "If one prospers, all prosper; if one suffers, all suffer."

As the butler, how could he stand by and watch his master be utterly defeated and completely lose his fighting spirit?

He had to wield the whip to spur on the master, to rouse him and motivate him to strive harder.

"Oh! Wait... who did you say?"

Prefect Zhao suddenly perked up and turned around, asking in surprise.

“The Grand Tutor, one of the Three Dukes,” the steward said.

Prefect Zhao's usually calm gaze suddenly wavered. "You said that the Mingwang Sect was supported by the Grand Tutor, and Lin Fan also said that the Grand Tutor is nothing?"

"Yes," the butler nodded.

"Hahaha..." Prefect Zhao laughed as if he had lost his mind. "Good, good! This time, the Lin family has really kicked a hornet's nest. I don't know if Lin Fan dares to mess with the Grand Tutor, but I know all too well who the Grand Tutor is. Do you know what happened to the officials who impeached the Grand Tutor before?"

The butler shook his head.

Prefect Zhao exclaimed excitedly, "The consequence is that their homes will be confiscated, officials who impeach the Grand Tutor will be imprisoned, their families will be exiled, and the women will be sent to the official kiln. Can you believe how tragic that is?"

"That's terrible," the butler nodded.

Prefect Zhao walked excitedly to the pavilion, his depressed mood vanished. "Good! I might not have to leave Anzhou after all. That son of a bitch disrespected the Grand Tutor in public. I think it won't be long before an imperial edict of punishment is issued. Then I'll see if he lives or dies."

"No, this prefect must send a secret letter to the Grand Tutor to inform him of what has happened here. It won't do if the message isn't delivered."

The more Prefect Zhao thought about it, the more excited he became. He didn't even think about the injury to his buttocks. He sat down abruptly, but instantly bounced up, screaming in excruciating pain.

The butler quickly helped him up, "Master, there's one more thing. Lin Fan moved the statue of the Mingwang deity at the Mingwang Sect's place, this..."

"Alright, that's enough. Who cares what he's carrying? He's just shooting himself in the foot. I want to see him die."

Prefect Zhao didn't care at all what Lin Fan was carrying.

All he cared about was whether Lin Fan would be killed by the Grand Tutor.

Being an official is not an easy job.

One mountain is higher than the other.

For a Grand Tutor of the first rank to take down a mere magistrate in Anzhou Prefecture, it would be a piece of cake.

It seems to be about envisioning a bright future.

Prefect Zhao couldn't help but laugh, his joy and excitement growing with each laugh.

……

Police station, jail.

The saintess sat in the chair, weeping bitterly.

Lin Fan walked over with a teacup in his hand, like a warm-hearted older brother next door. He placed the teacup in front of the saintess, extended his finger, and gently lifted her chin.

"Tsk tsk..." Lin Fan shook his head and sighed, "How did you get beaten up like this? Why did you have to provoke my disciple? Now look at you, you can't even be recognized as a human being."

"Ugh……"

Lin Fan sighed softly, feeling sympathy for the saintess's plight.

The saintess looked at Lin Fan, who was pretending to be a good person.

Her lips were slightly parted, as if she had a lot to say, but her swollen, sausage-like lips made it difficult for her to speak for a moment.

Lin Fan grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the side and slapped them in front of the saintess.

"I'll ask, you write. Let's be honest and cooperate with each other. Just consider it giving face to the Great Heavenly Venerable of the Nine Heavens, okay?"

"Why can you create hallucinations in someone when you look at them?"

This is what he most wants to know.

It concerns his exploration of the truth of the world.

There is no martial arts.

In other words, are there other cultivation systems?

(End of this chapter)