Chapter 117 I Lost All My Pants
Feng Yi had the same feeling as Lin Du. After Yin Zhong appeared, she frowned silently.
Feng Yi tilted her head to glance at Lin Du and found that the child was lowering his head with a smile on his face, nonchalantly playing with a hiltless short blade. The short blade was glowing with a faint golden light and was flexibly tossed back and forth between Lin Du's slender fingers, which was frightening to watch.
"Don't you think he looks familiar? I haven't seen your master for a long time. Now seeing him like this, I'm shocked."
Feng Yi's voice echoed in Lin Du's consciousness.
"Guess why I don't look up?" Lin Du replied.
One more look at it and she would lose her appetite for today.
Yan Ye's wild, cool and even a little bit evil temperament only suits his originally cold, arrogant face and strong and muscular body. If it is applied to anyone who looks upright but insists on pretending to be a righteous person, it would be like trying to draw a tiger but end up drawing a dog instead.
"Yin Zhong is like a eunuch who knows that he can't grow up but still goes against the will of heaven."
Feng Yi: ...What on earth did Yan Ye teach this kid?
What kind of filter is that? It just broke.
But considering how venomous his words are, he must be Yan Ye's direct disciple.
Yin Zhong greeted everyone. Feng Yi, Ju Yuan and others had already stood up, but Lin Du was the only one who sat firmly in his seat. Mo Lin was also suppressed by her spiritual power and could not get up.
Lin Du's coughing overwhelmed the greetings from the Supreme Sect's people. Mo Lin suddenly realized that he was shivering, holding his legs, and clenched his teeth to grab Xia Tianwu's sleeve, "Junior sister, my bones hurt so badly, give me another pill."
The two of them sat there in silence, one was trembling and unable to get up, the other was coughing and unable to get up, and was also spitting out blood.
Ju Yuan's eyes widened, Feng Yi was as steady as a mountain, "Elder Yin Zhong, please don't blame me, my young man is really ill and can't get up."
The smile on Yin Zhong's face froze halfway. He had imagined many situations, but none of them would be as chaotic as the current one.
How can a decent person be so shameless and not even care about etiquette?
"The reason we're here this time is to deliver the evil cultivator you sent who's causing trouble." Feng Yi paused and looked at Lin Du who was addicted to acting.
Lin Duhe folded the blood-stained handkerchief, stood up, and then took out a spirit beast bag. In the strange eyes of Yin Zhong and the disciple, he shook out a woman.
The woman fell to the ground, still unconscious, but the chains on her hands and feet hit the ground with a crashing sound.
Yin Zhong couldn't even pretend to smile anymore, so he stopped smiling and frowned, "This evil cultivator is indeed an outer sect disciple of our sect. We at Feixing Sect will certainly be held responsible to the end. It's embarrassing to say that as an elder in charge of the outer sect..."
"Master is right. I believe Tao Xian has already told you," Lin Du interrupted him, "500,000 high-grade spirit stones."
"To cultivate a Tengyun Realm Great Perfection cultivator like me, who is number one on the Qingyun Ranking, 500,000 high-grade spirit stones are not enough. Now our spirit bones are completely destroyed and turned into ordinary bones. It will probably take a hundred years to cultivate them. After that, we will no longer have any talent, and I..."
Lin Du raised his hand and pointed at the white hair on his temples and back of his head. "My body is broken, my life force has been taken away, and I'm afraid my life will soon come to an end."
"I came here today just to ask for a little compensation. What do you think?"
Without waiting for Yin Zhong to speak, she turned to Feng Yi and Ju Yuan and said, "Brothers and sisters, I have been living a dying life. The compensation from Feixing Sect may not be even one tenth of the money you spent on me, but this is the last thing I can do to compensate you."
Ju Yuan couldn't hold back the tears on his face anymore, and he forced out a few tears, "Why is it like this, Junior Sister? It's all because of those bad guys, otherwise you still have a chance..."
Yin Zhong seemed to see small white lotuses drifting in the wind. Although he had seen countless people before, he had never seen such a scene. He couldn't even think of a strategy to delay the attack - all the shops were raided, and some were deliberately found to cause trouble. Those noble families were extremely petty and had no idea how to investigate his hidden shop power. Now he could only swallow his anger.
He gritted his teeth and took out a box. When he opened the box, there were three hundred spirit crystals inside.
That was all his wealth, and he couldn't lose his temper in front of Feng Yi and Ju Yuan.
Feng Yi stood still, "This is only 300,000. The elders of Feixing Sect are always people who keep their promises. Our Wushang Sect is not short of such compensation, but the young man was harmed and felt guilty. We must accept the compensation that our sect fought hard for."
No one in the world can justify raising the price and taking advantage of others' misfortune in such a righteous way.
Yin Zhong gritted his teeth and said, "The remaining two hundred thousand, I am willing to exchange it for treasures of the same value."
Lin Du sat back down, looking sick and frail. He didn't look at Yin Zhong, but instead fixed his gaze on the disciple's clear face. Hearing what he said, he said, "We don't mind the spirit stones. We have storage bags. We have places to put the small items."
Yin Zhong could only take out another storage bag, "There are about 200,000 low-grade spirit stones in here."
"There are still 100,000 mid-grade spirit stones here."
"Here, there are 90,000 high-quality spirit stones."
Yin Zhong tried to scrape together money from here and there, but finally couldn't come up with anything. He gritted his teeth and began to shake out his family's belongings. A pile of things fell into the hall, like a desperate hamster having its cheeks emptied of its belongings.
Lin Du looked at Yin Zhong thoughtfully. The Feixing sect would definitely not give out the Qian Feixing, but Yin Zhong insisted on having Shao Fei. Why?
It was clear that he had cut off half of his cultivation, and this matter was about to be exposed, but he still acted like an ignorant and upright elder, and was almost losing his pants.
Lin Du frowned and stared at Shao Fei for a while.
She had checked and found that Shao Fei's consciousness was intact, which meant that he had not been possessed and had no mark of distraction.
Now her body is crippled, and she is also attacked by the Zi Gu. She will even walk ahead of Lin Du who does not take any medicine. The only thing left is...
Lin Du suddenly flipped the short blade that had been casually turned over to the back of his hand and held it in his hand. Even if it was not sharpened, it would still be painful to hold it in his hand.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to stay alert. Yin Zhong had a way out, or even a way out to stay in the sect intact.
What is the way out?
Yin Zhong had been to Gu Village before, and Qi Zhun had also fallen into Gu Village. Yin Zhong was good at observing the stars and fortune.
Lin Du held it tighter and tighter. She had specifically pointed out today that Mo Lin's ashes had passed away and that her life span was short. Yin Zhong was indeed shocked and even regretful.
Qi Zhun's final move might have been directed at Mo Lin. A person's hatred at the last moment is endless, which is why people are extremely murderous in the moment after death. That hatred might be directed at the person who killed him, or it might also be directed at... his companion.
In the previous life, they had tried their best to use Shao Fei to seek the spirit bones. In this life, Qi Zhun destroyed Mo Lin's spirit bones and the hopes of another companion...
Lin Du slowly raised his hand, loosened it, looked at Yin Zhong who was taking out all kinds of rare treasures, let out a breath, and the smile on the corner of his lips became more genuine.
This time, she won't miscalculate again.
"That's all, two masters. Is that enough?" Yin Zhong said sincerely, "I am the elder in charge of the outer sect. I should be solely responsible for this matter. Now I have paid my entire fortune, which is considered to be my full commitment."
He glanced at Lin Du as he spoke, "After all, the fact that these two traitors from their sects ran into the two people from the Supreme Sect was nothing more than... fate..."
Lin Du raised his eyes and met his gaze without flinching or avoiding it, then he said softly, "Master Yin Zhong's eyes are really clear."
I don’t know whether my master would dislike this eyeball transformed from a spiritual vine.
Suddenly, there was a burst of voices outside the hall.
The people inside were also attracted by the auras. Yin Zhong said calmly, "I think the headmaster and the elders have come to pay respect to the two masters of the Supreme Sect."
Yin Zhong's disciple suddenly asked in surprise, "Big Brother?"
In front of the gate of the Golden Palace, Tao Xian stood with his back straight, holding a long wooden stick in his arms. Although he looked lifeless, his eyes were shockingly bright.
He raised his hands, and the wooden blocks in his arms fell steadily to the ground. Everyone then realized that they were fifteen tablets with people's names written on them in dark blood.
Su Tong, a disciple of the Feixing School
Yan Zhen, a disciple of Feixing Sect
…
Tao Xian, a disciple of Feixing School
The last tablet has Tao Xian’s own name written on it.
Behind him, there were many people, including the leader of the Feixing Sect and the elders of the Punishment Hall, one on each side.
When Tao Xian opened his mouth, his voice was like a loud bell, making a sound when it hit the ground.
"I, Tao Xian, the disciple of the Tianheng Peak elder of Feixing Sect, have come with 14 fellow disciples to seek justice from our respected master, Master Yin Zhong."