Han Yuchen's Taste for Entertainment

The tea was excellent.

Pre-Rain Longjing, Shopkeeper Liu's prized treasure.

At that moment, the fragrance of tea drifted through the morning mist, spreading around the entrance of the ruined inn.

Mixed within it was a faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood.

Han Yuchen sat in the only chair, looking utterly relaxed, as though he were not at the scene of a violent crime but leisurely drinking tea in his own backyard.

Behind him stood the Liu Family father and daughter, scarcely daring to breathe, along with the surrounding townsfolk, silent as the dead.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on him.

Awe, fear, disbelief.

Was this kid even human?

With a flick of his fingers, he had instantly defeated a Soul Grandmaster and frightened off the Luo Family's gang of thugs.

Throughout it all, he had not even revealed his martial soul.

His butt had not even left the chair.

What the hell kind of divine ability was this?

Liu Yan's hand holding the teapot was still trembling slightly.

As she stared at Han Yuchen's lean back, her heart churned like a stormy sea.

She had guessed that he was strong, but she could never have imagined that he would be so strong as to utterly overturn common sense.

First Spirit Ring, thousand-year.

Those six words were like a bolt from the heavens, shattering everything she had understood about the world of soul masters over the past decade or so.

Han Yuchen ignored the commotion behind him.

He simply sipped his tea quietly and waited.

He was waiting for the fish to take the bait.

After dealing with the small one, the old one would naturally come.

To cut the grass, one had to pull out the roots.

That was the only truth he had learned from countless bloody lessons in his past life.

After waiting about the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

At last, hurried, heavy footsteps sounded from the far end of the street.

They were like war drums, every step pounding against everyone's hearts.

A Soul Power pressure several times stronger than Luo Tian's swept over them like a tidal wave!

The crowd automatically parted to either side, like Moses dividing the sea.

A burly, sinister-looking middle-aged man appeared at the end of the street, accompanied by the last and most elite group of Luo Family fighters.

The man was in his forties, dressed in black fitted clothing. His muscles bulged, and his temples protruded prominently.

With every step he took, fine cracks appeared in the bluestone pavement beneath his feet.

A Soul Ancestor!

And a Soul Ancestor on the verge of breaking through level forty!

Luo Badao.

The true local tyrant of Maple Forest Town.

At a glance, he saw his precious son lying in a pool of blood, one arm severed, barely breathing.

Boom!

A violent killing intent erupted from his body in an instant, warping even the air around him!

"Tian'er!"

Luo Badao let out a grief-stricken roar and rushed to Luo Tian's side in two strides. With trembling fingers, he checked his son's breathing.

Fortunately, he still had a breath left.

He hurriedly pulled out a medicinal pill and stuffed it into his son's mouth, then used Soul Power to protect his heart meridians before slowly standing up.

His gaze was like two poisoned blades, pinning itself fiercely on the youth sitting leisurely in the chair and drinking tea.

The hatred and killing intent in his eyes were almost tangible.

"Was it you who hurt my son?"

His voice was hoarse and low, as if it had come from the depths of the Nine Nether Hells.

The temperature around the inn seemed to drop by several degrees.

Some of the more timid townsfolk had already begun backing away quietly in fear.

The fury of a Soul Ancestor was not something ordinary people like them could endure.

Han Yuchen finally set down his teacup.

He raised his eyelids to meet Luo Badao's murderous gaze, a faintly polite smile even resting on his face.

"Let me correct you."

"I didn't hurt him. I educated him."

"Your son has a filthy mouth and poor upbringing, so I disciplined him for you."

"No need to thank me."

Was this kid insane?!

Did he know who he was talking to?

That was Luo Badao, a level thirty-eight Soul Ancestor!

The unquestioned ruler of all Maple Forest Town!

How did he dare... how did he dare speak to him in that tone?!

Every onlooker felt as though their heart were about to leap out of their throats.

Han Yuchen's words even angered Luo Badao into laughter.

He laughed from sheer rage.

He twisted his mouth into a vicious grin.

"Good. What a fine job of disciplining him for me!"

"Kid, no matter who you are or who stands behind you."

"Today, you and that pair of dogs behind you must die!"

"I'll chop you to pieces and feed you to my Mountain-Splitting Bear!"

Before his words had even faded.

Yellow, yellow, purple!

Three dazzling spirit rings abruptly rose from beneath his feet!

The Third Spirit Ring was unmistakably at the thousand-year level!

A Giant Bear Phantom several times more solid than Luo Tian's formed behind him with a roar!

The powerful waves of Soul Power made it hard to breathe.

All color instantly drained from Liu Yan's face.

This was the Luo Family's true strength!

It was over. They were truly doomed this time!

No matter how monstrous Han Yuchen was, he was only a Soul Master. How could he possibly be a match for a Soul Ancestor?

There was an insurmountable chasm between them!

Yet in the face of that Mighty Thunder-like killing intent, Han Yuchen remained as steady as an old dog.

He even unhurriedly rummaged through his robes.

"Before you make your move, I suggest you take a look at this."

His tone was as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

As he spoke, he casually tossed over an inconspicuous little cloth bundle.

The movement was light and casual, as though he were throwing away a piece of trash.

The bundle traced an arc through the air and landed at Luo Badao's feet.

Luo Badao instinctively wanted to kick it away.

But when the bundle came undone and the object inside rolled out.

His pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints!

The fury, viciousness, and killing intent on his face...

All froze the instant he saw that object!

In their place was endless shock, along with a bone-deep greed that even he himself failed to notice!

It was a fist-sized black crystal with an extremely irregular shape.

Thick black energy slowly flowed over its surface, giving off a heart-pounding aura of chaos and ominousness.

It was precisely the Solonsen Pollution Crystal from the Liu Family cellar.

"You... how do you have this?!"

Luo Badao's voice trembled, completely devoid of his earlier domineering ferocity.

He stared fixedly at the crystal, his eyes changing.

It was like an addict seeing the purest drug imaginable!

The fish had taken the bait.

Han Yuchen felt no ripples in his heart.

Dealing with fools ruled by their desires could not be any easier.

He slowly rose to his feet, dusted off nonexistent dirt from his clothes, and walked toward Luo Badao at an unhurried pace.

Only three meters separated them.

One was an overwhelmingly imposing Soul Ancestor.

The other was a slight youth.

Yet their auras had undergone a heaven-shaking reversal.

"Coveting an evil creation and privately hoarding a forbidden object."

Han Yuchen's voice was not loud, yet every word entered Luo Badao's ears clearly.

"Do you think Spirit Hall would be interested in that?"

He watched Luo Badao's face instantly turn pale, then continued to raise the stakes.

"I am fortunate enough to know Master Ma Xiuno of the Nuoding City Spirit Hall Branch."

"I happen to possess a Voice Transmission Token personally gifted by the old master."

He waved a scrap of rusty iron he had picked up from somewhere, upon which several crooked runes had been etched.

It was fake, of course.

But that did not matter.

What mattered was that Luo Badao would believe it.

Because fear would make him fill in all the gaps himself.

"With a single thought from me, Master Ma Xiuno will immediately receive all information concerning this stone and every connection between it and your Luo Family."

Han Yuchen smiled faintly. To Luo Badao, that smile was more terrifying than a demon's.

"Now, I'll give you a chance."

He held up three pale, slender fingers, as if playing a melody of death.

"First, hand over half of your Luo Family's wealth as compensation for my emotional distress."

"Second, make your worthless son kowtow and apologize to Miss Liu Yan until she is satisfied."

"Third, I'll be taking this stone."

He paused, looked at Luo Badao's face, which had turned the color of pig liver, and added one last sentence—the cruelest one of all.

"Once you've done all that, you may get lost."

"I'll keep this secret for you as well."

"Simple, right?"

Simple?

This was fucking simple?!

This was no longer extortion. It was naked humiliation!

It was pressing a Soul Ancestor's dignity to the ground and ruthlessly grinding it beneath his heel!

Luo Badao trembled from head to toe, his teeth grinding together.

Reason told him that the other party held his fatal weakness and that he should submit.

Spirit Hall had always treated such evil objects with the principle of killing by mistake rather than letting one escape!

If this were exposed, the Luo Family would face utter ruin!

But!

He was Luo Badao!

The king of Maple Forest Town!

A level thirty-eight Soul Ancestor!

How could he—how could he possibly allow a six-year-old brat to humiliate him like this in front of everyone?!

If he admitted defeat today, how could he ever maintain his standing in Maple Forest Town?!

Where would he put his dignity? His pride?

Kill him!

As long as I kill him, then kill everyone here!

This secret will remain a secret forever!

And this stone will truly belong to me!

With its power, I might even break through to Soul King, even Soul Emperor!