I Remember!!

Beside them, Hong Bin, who had never intervened, watched the scene as if lightning flashed through his mind, and suddenly remembered.

He finally understood why Lin Feng had looked so familiar to him.

There was a painting in the Huode Sect.

The painting depicted the Huode Sect's shame.

It was a portrait of Lin Feng stepping on one of the Huode Sect's former sect masters.

Back then, Lin Feng had been angered by the Huode Sect's fiery temper. Not only had he freeloaded meals there for several months, he had also made them paint this portrait and warned them not to take it down, ordering them to hang it in the sect's main hall.

After that, the Huode Sect's main hall became a restricted area, and everyone moved their gatherings elsewhere.

But Hong Bin had happened to enter it once and saw the painting.

At the time, he had asked his master, who told him about that humiliating chapter in the Huode Sect's history.

"You are...!!! Impossible!!"

Hong Bin was shocked and wanted to call out Lin Feng's name, but then muttered doubtfully to himself.

Just then, Lin Feng, who was crippling the two men's Spirit Summoning, suddenly glanced sideways at the stunned Hong Bin.

In the blink of an eye, Hong Bin's eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

"Stop!!!"

From the spectator stands, Wang Ai saw Lin Feng about to destroy the Spirit Summoning he had worked so hard to obtain and let out a savage roar.

He vanished from the stands in an instant. After landing in the arena, his aged body moved even faster than a young man's.

His wrinkled old face twisted viciously as he charged at Lin Feng.

"Elder Wang! Please..."

"Get lost!!!"

The Taoist acting as referee flashed in front of Wang Ai to stop him, but the next second, Wang Ai slapped him unconscious.

"Hmph!"

Lin Feng cast a sidelong glance at Wang Ai, who had ignored the rules and charged straight in, then snorted coldly.

The snort was as soft as his previous slap, yet just as incomparably clear.

Everyone present heard it distinctly. Then they saw Wang Ai's body collapse to the ground from inertia, utterly motionless.

Gasp!!!

The entire venue instantly fell silent, as though everyone had been gripped by the throat.

They stared blankly at the scene. Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders, a figure of tremendous importance in the entire world of Espers, had fallen unconscious from a single snort.

"This guy..."

Zhang Chulan watched in shock, then suddenly remembered that Lin Feng was helping him—and that he was Feng Baobao's uncle.

"Being absurdly strong is unexpectedly reassuring."

His expression changed at once, revealing a relieved smile. All his previous shock and worry vanished.

"Damn it! Chulan, can you at least think this through? Is it really okay for someone that strong to stay by Baobao's side?"

Xu San's legs went weak, and he nearly stumbled to the ground.

He shouted in exasperation.

"But Third Brother, he's Baobao's uncle. And he said he wanted to reclaim the Eight Wonders. Feng Xingtong's Spirit Summoning is one of the Eight Wonders. From Uncle Lin's actions, it's very likely—no, certain—that the Eight Wonders came from Uncle Lin. More precisely, the Eight Wonders were passed from Uncle Lin to the Thirty-Six Bandits, then spread from there."

Zhang Chulan analyzed the matter with a calm expression, and his analysis was almost exactly right.

After hearing Zhang Chulan's words, Xu San and Xu Si fell into thought.

Beside them, Feng Baobao turned her head and quietly gave Zhang Chulan a thumbs-up.

Seeing that, Zhang Chulan became even more certain of his guess.

In the arena, Lin Feng's gaze returned to the two people he had suspended in the air. Once he saw the black aura belonging to Spirit Summoning gradually vanish completely from their bodies, he released them.

Thud!

After Feng Xingtong and Wang Bing fell from the air, both stared at their hands in horror.

Then Wang Bing clutched his head like a madman and screamed, "Spirit Summoning!! Spirit Summoning!! Where is my Spirit Summoning!!!"

"I can't remember it. And my cultivation is still there, but the technique and all related memories are gone!!!"

Feng Xingtong stared at his hands in disbelief, clutching his head as he tried desperately to recall anything related to Spirit Summoning.

But there was nothing in his mind. Suddenly, he looked anxiously at Lin Feng and asked, "Where's Grandpa Zizhong? Where's my Grandpa Zizhong?!!"

"He's here. Take him."

Lin Feng spread open his hand, and a kind-looking little old man in his palm waved at Feng Xingtong.

Then, with a flick of one hand, Lin Feng sent Wang Zizhong drifting into Feng Xingtong's body.

As soon as Wang Zizhong's soul entered Feng Xingtong's body, Feng Xingtong heard a familiar voice.

"Little Xingxing, did you miss Grandpa?"

"Grandpa Zizhong!"

Compared to the pain of losing Spirit Summoning, Feng Xingtong cared more about Grandpa Zizhong.

With tears welling in his eyes, he stood in the inner world of his mind and looked at the familiar Grandpa Zizhong before him.

"You bastard!! Give me back my Spirit Summoning!!"

After realizing that he truly could no longer remember Spirit Summoning, Wang Bing went mad and charged at Lin Feng.

But after taking only one or two steps, an immense pressure bore down on him, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

"Ding Xuanwu, the victor!! Lin Feng!!!"

After Lin Feng slowly walked out of the arena, Feng Baobao and the others followed after him.

"Uncle Lin, did you really take Feng Xingtong's Spirit Summoning?"

Zhang Chulan asked tentatively.

"I took it. And I planted a spell on both him and that brat from the Wang family. Once anyone who knows Spirit Summoning, or knows the contents of that technique, comes into contact with either of them, their memories of Spirit Summoning will be erased."

Lin Feng nodded, his unconcerned expression making it seem as though he had merely done something trivial.

"So that means you were the one who spread the Eight Wonders back then?"

After falling silent for a moment, Zhang Chulan glanced at Xu Si beside him and gathered his courage to ask.

"That's right. I spread them. We'll talk about the rest after this Luotian Dajiao is over."

Lin Feng's answer directly cut off Zhang Chulan before he could continue questioning him.

Holding Feng Baobao's hand, he walked forward on his own and ignored the others.

"Chulan, you guessed right."

Xu Si sighed. This was a result he had not expected either.

"Fourth Brother."

Zhang Chulan looked gravely at Lin Feng's retreating back, then broke into a smile. "I really want this Luotian Dajiao to end soon."

"Uncle, why do you want to reclaim the Eight Wonders?"

As she wandered along casually with Lin Feng, Feng Baobao voiced the question in her heart.

"Because those things were originally meant for you. The Eight Wonders were all meant to stabilize your existence in this world. Your father helped me greatly back then, so this is why I'm helping you."

Without Feng Yao, Lin Feng would likely have had to go to great lengths to draw out Black Doctor.

"I see. So those things were mine."

Feng Baobao smiled happily. It turned out she had things that belonged to her too.

"Come on, let's go watch the next match."

Holding Feng Baobao's excited little hand, Lin Feng headed toward the next arena.