Kind Words Cannot Save a Ghost Bent on Dying

After a stick of incense.

At the eastern edge of Tianhe Town's medicinal ingredients trading market, before a somewhat dilapidated courtyard.

Lin Changqing and Lin Hu led their horses straight to the courtyard entrance.

Addressing the two brawny men standing guard at the entrance like iron towers, they said, "We're from Green Mountain Village. We've come to ransom some people..."

Before coming to this medicinal ingredients trading market, Lin Changqing had hypnotized several people working for the medicine merchants with his Spiritual Power and successfully learned about Lin Yongteng and the others.

They were being held in this small courtyard.

They had suffered a little, but their lives had been spared.

Those medicine merchants had not killed them not because they were timid or softhearted.

Rather, they wanted to use Lin Yongteng and the others' lives to extort Lin Changqing.

They had already investigated Lin Yongteng and the others' identities and backgrounds, and had also learned that Lin Changqing was currently supplying goods to the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

He had made quite a bit of money.

Thus, these people had been tempted by wealth. They had deliberately kept Lin Yongteng and the others alive, waiting for Lin Changqing to come for them.

"People from Green Mountain Village..."

One of the men swept Lin Changqing and Lin Hu a glance, then said coldly, "Wait!"

As he spoke, he turned and entered the small courtyard.

Not long after.

The man emerged from the courtyard alongside a lean man with a mustache.

"You're from Green Mountain Village?"

The Mustache narrowed his eyes as he sized up Lin Changqing and Lin Hu. "Have Lin Changqing of your Green Mountain Village come here in person!"

"I am Lin Changqing!"

Lin Changqing gave a light laugh. "Go on, then. You've detained my people—what do you want?"

"You're Lin Changqing?" The Mustache froze, somewhat surprised. After looking Lin Changqing up and down, he sneered. "Kid, your people broke the rules.

They actually dared to come to Tianhe Town to purchase medicinal ingredients.

Now that we've detained them, if you want to take them away, it'll be one hundred gold per person..."

"Why don't you just rob us!"

Before the Mustache could finish, Lin Hu was already furious and roared in rebuke.

One hundred gold per person—this Bastard really had the nerve to say it.

"If you won't pay, hmph... feel free to try."

The Mustache's gaze turned cold as he grinned viciously. "We know you have some connections with the Divine Weapon Pavilion. But don't be mistaken—the Divine Weapon Pavilion can't help you.

Neither can the Chen Family behind the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

If you dare break the rules and come to our territory to purchase medicinal ingredients, you'll have to pay a price..."

"You..."

Lin Hu's face darkened, and in his fury, he was about to make a move.

But Lin Changqing stopped him with one hand.

With a Calm Expression, Lin Changqing glanced at the Mustache. "Then who stands behind you?"

"That's none of your concern. In short, bring the money before sunset today, and you can take your people away.

Otherwise, wait to collect their corpses!"

With a cold snort, the Mustache flicked his sleeve and actually turned straight back into the small courtyard.

"Alas..."

Lin Changqing let out a long sigh. "Kind words cannot save a ghost bent on dying! I'd originally wanted to settle this peacefully, but I gave you a chance and you didn't know how to seize it!"

As he spoke, Lin Changqing strode toward the small courtyard.

"Stop!"

The two men guarding the courtyard entrance reached out at the same time to block him, their gazes icy, like two bloodthirsty beasts.

Lin Changqing ignored them completely and shoved with his right hand.

Boom...

At once, the two men built like iron towers were sent flying almost simultaneously.

Like cannonballs, they crashed into the courtyard gate with a bang, shattering it to pieces.

"Bastard! Who's courting death!"

At once, furious shouts came from within the courtyard.

The Mustache, who had just turned back into the courtyard, roared in rage and charged out first, followed by dozens of men.

There were actually three Ranked Martial Artists among them.

Of course, they were only Ninth Rank.

A group of people charged out aggressively. Mustache, his face twisted with savagery, pointed at Lin Changqing and roared, "Act, kill this bitch—ah..."

Clang!

Before he could finish, Lin Changqing had already moved. The Jingzhe Saber slashed across, and the arm he had used to point at Lin Changqing was severed at the sound.

A Piercing Scream rang out. The savagery on Mustache's face was instantly replaced by panic and terror.

He instinctively staggered back.

Naturally, Lin Changqing would not give him the chance.

Since he had acted, there was nothing left to hesitate over.

He stepped forward, swinging the Jingzhe Saber in his hand and forcibly severing Mustache's other arm, along with both his legs.

Blood flowed everywhere. The excruciating pain contorted his entire face beyond recognition.

He writhed on the ground in agony.

Yet no one paid him any attention. The group that had rushed out behind him had been frightened by Lin Changqing's ruthless brutality.

Even those few Ranked Martial Artists instinctively retreated.

"Damn it, this man's strength is at least Eighth Rank!"

"This time, we've truly kicked an iron plate. Those people from Green Mountain Village said someone in their village had Entered the Ranks of Martial Dao. We thought they were boasting, but it turns out we're the real fools."

"Go, hurry up and leave. Inform those above us—this is no longer something we can handle."

The group's expressions changed drastically. After exchanging glances, the few Ranked Martial Artists actually retreated at the same time, preparing to flee.

Lin Changqing was too powerful. He had robbed them of even the courage to act.

Unfortunately!

They wanted to leave, but would Lin Changqing agree?

Since he had acted, he might as well see it through to the end.

Every last one of them had to stay.

"Trying to leave? Hmph... Stay right where you are!"

Lin Changqing let out a Cold Snort and stepped forward, instantly shooting out like a ghost.

This was Forest Piercing Deer from the Five Elements Technique. His body moved like a spirit deer darting through the forest. As the Jingzhe Saber swung in his hand, only Blade Light could be seen, not the man himself.

"Ah..."

Screams echoed through the sky.

Severed limbs flew everywhere, and blood dyed the entire courtyard red.

In less than a minute, Lin Changqing was the only person still standing in the courtyard.

However, he had left some survivors.

Lin Changqing had spared those few Ranked Martial Artists, not out of mercy, but because he still had questions for them.

Of course, Mustache was also still alive.

Though he had been carved into a human stump, he still had one last breath in him.

"Changqing..."

Only then did Lin Hu rush into the courtyard. At the sight of corpses and blood covering the ground, he could not help but feel like vomiting.

Even though this was not the first time he had seen such a scene.

His stomach still churned.

"Hu Zi, go find Uncle Yongteng and the others..."

Lin Changqing pointed at the building on the left side of the courtyard and said, "They should be locked up over there. Go let them out."

"Alright!"

Lin Hu nodded and immediately turned, rushing toward that row of buildings.

Meanwhile, Lin Changqing threw Mustache and the other survivors together. Without wasting words, he directly circulated his Spiritual Power and hypnotized them.

These people were not honest. Wasting breath on them would only drain his energy.

Direct hypnosis—clean and decisive.

"Tell me, who stands behind you?" Lin Changqing asked coldly. "Was capturing the people of Green Mountain Village your own idea?

Or was it the idea of the person behind you?"