After sorting out his haul, the Hun Tian Ling flew out on its own, wrapping up those ungraded herbs. Amid surging blood flames, it squeezed every drop of juice from them.
It seemed I could learn a little about alchemy. The thought could not help surfacing in Lin Le's mind.
As for alchemy, he happened to have a manual he had looted from that Xiang Family pharmacist. Though it was not particularly profound, it should be more than enough to get him started.
I'll see whether I can practice it later. Qingli was right too—relying on killing, burning, plundering, and looting all the time isn't a proper path. With that thought, Lin Le began consuming the separated pills in batches.
By now, ungraded pills received the same treatment as ordinary food. They were only fit to be squeezed into vital essence and formed into Blood Essence Treasure Liquid. Only graded pills could form pill fluid.
Drops of Blood Essence Treasure Liquid fell, then immediately transformed into true qi within the Spiritual Platform Secret Realm, forming blocks of jade for construction.
By the time the ordinary pills had been digested, the Hun Tian Ling had also finished extracting the herbs.
Tilting back his head, Lin Le drank a large amount of medicinal liquid. After several gulps, he had drained it completely.
His five viscera and six bowels were like a furnace, rapidly digesting it all.
"Here." Qingli handed the reforged Tiger Bone Spear to Lin Le.
Lin Le took it and spun it through several arcs. It indeed felt much more handy now.
"Thanks. Take me to the other two manors," Lin Le said to Qingli.
"Alright." Qingli blew a bubble and left with Lin Le.
An hour later.
"Spare me, ah!"
The long spear pierced through the last wealthy man's head in Qinghu Town. Lin Le expressionlessly pulled the spear back out.
What a world where people ate people.
Lin Le glanced at his increased merit and could not help sighing inwardly.
Honestly, after killing this many people, he had rarely encountered anyone who did not yield merit after death. Most of them had even been the young descendants of his enemies.
After patting the well nine times, Lin Le called Qingli out to clean up.
"You've killed all the local tyrants of Qinghu Town. Where are you going next?" Qingli asked.
Lin Le looked in a certain direction. "Back to Bailian County."
"The Xiang Family has a Qi Refining Realm cultivator on the tenth floor," Qingli reminded him.
"That depends on whether he is willing to come out." Lin Le turned back. "He is only an old fellow on the verge of death. Unless the Xiang Family is facing utter destruction, he probably will not act."
"As long as you are careful. If you run into danger, just jump into the well. At the bottom of it, I can still keep you safe," Qingli said.
"Thank you," Lin Le said as he looked at Qingli.
"No need to thank me. It is merely mutual benefit." Qingli shook her head and nudged Lin Le with her head. "Just give me a little more yang energy."
"Got it." Lin Le turned away. "Can you help transport all the corpses to the Yan Household?"
"What do you want with these dead bodies? Making corpses?" Qingli asked in confusion.
"To send them on their final journey." Lin Le looked at the corpses on the ground and spoke softly.
At the Yan Household, corpses were piled up like a small mountain. Lin Le circulated the Dao-Guided Tower Building technique as he waited for the moon to rise.
Yet before the moon rose, unexpected guests arrived instead.
Lin Le opened his eyes and looked toward the corner of the wall.
Two brothers of differing builds, one fat and one thin, yet possessing similar features, stood atop the courtyard wall. One held a saber, while the other carried a sword.
Their expressions were guarded as they watched Lin Le with wariness and confusion.
That was because Lin Le was currently showing his original face. Heroic yet carrying a trace of youthful innocence, he was clearly a half-grown youth who had only recently come of age.
His skin was as tender as a baby's, his raven-black hair tied into a ponytail. His narrow eyes resembled phoenix eyes, his brows broad yet refined. With dragon brows and phoenix eyes, his overall appearance was delicate and handsome, making one unable to resist praising, "What a beautiful young man!"
Yet this beautiful young man sat amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. In particular, his thin, exquisite lips bore a faint smile. Simply looking at him gave one an indescribably sinister feeling.
"Who are you? Why are you inside Yan Manor?" the slightly fatter man shouted at Lin Le.
"And who are you?" Lin Le asked in return. "What business do you have at Yan Manor?"
"We came to investigate the destruction of Longevity Medicine Manor. We came here because Yan Dahai invited us for drinks." The fatter man glanced at the heap of corpses. "But judging by this, we will not be drinking tonight."
Lin Le's expression remained calm. "Xiang Family members?"
"More or less. We are merely Attendants who took their money." As he spoke, the fatter man drew his saber and pointed it at Lin Le. "You ought to introduce yourself now, boy."
"Lin Chang'an's son, Lin Le." Lin Le rose to his feet and flicked his sleeve. "Does that ring a bell?"
"Lin Chang'an?" The fatter man was puzzled. The name sounded somewhat familiar.
But the thin man seemed to recall something. "Is your father Mister Lin, the one who often helped people write letters for free?"
"Yes." Lin Le nodded slightly.
"So you are Mister Lin's son. No wonder you look so—" The thin man was about to continue praising him when he suddenly reacted. "No, Mister Lin's entire family was not wiped out by a demon? How are you still alive?"
"You do not know?" Lin Le tilted his head.
"Know what?" The thin man pulled the fat man farther away. A bad premonition rose within him.
"My family was exterminated by a fox demon. Meanwhile, your Xiang Family secretly captured martial artists from other places to feed demonic creatures, and that creature was also a fox." Lin Le smiled, but there was not a trace of warmth in it—only chilling cold. "Tell me, how much of a connection do you think there is between them?"
The thin man gave an awkward smile. "Could you be mistaken? Even if the Xiang Family raised demonic creatures, that does not necessarily mean it was the one that destroyed your family."
"Is that so? What if I told you that my father had some ties to the county magistrate, while the Xiang Family had ties to the county commandant?" Lin Le said leisurely.
The thin and fat men's expressions stiffened, for it was a fact acknowledged throughout the county that the county magistrate and county commandant were at odds.
If the Xiang Family had wanted to eliminate dissidents, perhaps they truly would have targeted Lin Chang'an.
"Haha, you really know how to joke, kid." The fat man laughed hollowly. "Your guesses are all based on the Xiang Family raising demonic creatures. We are both Attendants of the Third Layer—how could we not know whether the Xiang Family raised demons?"
Yet his heart thumped uneasily, because he really had seen something before. He had simply not dared to investigate it further.
"Who knows?" Lin Le raised his spear. "Did you not come to investigate the destruction of Longevity Medicine Manor? Then I will tell you plainly—it was I who destroyed it."
"Brother, run!"
The moment Lin Le finished speaking, the thin man seized the fat man and jumped out of Yan Manor.
He had already figured it out. Lin Le's killing intent had completely clouded his mind, and he showed signs of Demonic Possession. The corpses filling the courtyard were the best proof.
Moreover, Yan Dahai had been a Third Layer cultivator. Even if his foundation had been poor, he had still been at the Third Layer. If the two of them dared oppose Lin Le, one of the brothers might very well die here.
Who would risk their life for the Xiang Family's paltry offering?
Golden light flickered in Lin Le's palm, then dimmed again. He simply watched them flee in silence.
"Not chasing them?" Qingli lay beside Lin Le and asked.
"I cannot catch them, and those two seem to have some foundation." Lin Le spoke calmly. He had sensed a far stronger aura of danger from them than from Yan Dahai.
If they truly fought, there was an eight or nine chance out of ten that he would be severely injured. Being badly hurt at a time like this was not good news for him.
"If they continue working for the Xiang Family, we will meet again sooner or later. Killing them then will not be too late." Lin Le turned to look at the pile of corpses, from which thick resentment and yin energy were already rising.
"By the Supreme One's decree, I command you lonely souls, I save you all. Hurry, hurry, be reborn." Golden light spread from Lin Le as he purified the resentment and yin energy.
Ten points of Earthly Dao merit entered his inner landscape.
Lin Le looked coldly at the heap of corpses. If they wanted to become ghosts, they could not even dream of it!
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