You Beast! You Even Have a Master?

Though he couldn't figure it out, Lin Chen could be certain of one thing: Zheng Peng was definitely an Evil Cultivator!

What was an Evil Cultivator?

That was a treasure trove of source energy!

"He's here!"

At that moment, fear showed on Tang Jiajia's face. At the same time, the faint sound of footsteps approached.

"Who would've thought someone would actually find this place!"

A sudden voice came from behind Lin Chen. A moment later, a handsome young man with a sunny disposition appeared in his view.

"Zheng Peng?" Lin Chen looked at the newcomer.

"That's right!" Zheng Peng nodded, then looked at Lin Chen. "Since you can talk to ghosts, you must be a cultivator too. But that doesn't matter anymore. Now that you've discovered my secret, you can only die!"

"You want to kill me?" Lin Chen smiled. He hadn't even gone looking for Zheng Peng, yet the man had delivered himself right to his doorstep.

"What do you think?"

Zheng Peng gave a cold laugh. What had happened to Tang Jiajia absolutely couldn't get out. Otherwise, if the Demon Suppression Division got involved, he'd be as good as dead.

"Wait."

As soon as Zheng Peng finished speaking, he moved to attack. But just then, Lin Chen suddenly spoke up.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now!" Zheng Peng sneered.

Lin Chen looked at Zheng Peng and asked, full of curiosity, "I just want to know, why did you kill Tang Jiajia? She was your girlfriend, and she was carrying your child."

"Girlfriend?"

Zheng Peng smiled. Looking at Lin Chen and Tang Jiajia, he said calmly, "From the very beginning, I planned to refine her into a ghost. Getting her pregnant was just one part of the plan."

"You're not from the Ghost Raising Lineage, so you wouldn't understand. The Nine Sons Ghost Mother is the finest of all ghosts. Mother and child share one heart, and their resentment reaches the heavens." Zheng Peng grew excited as he spoke. "Only a ghost refined this way can grow to its full potential and help me advance further!"

"You beast!"

Lin Chen's expression darkened. He hadn't expected that Zheng Peng had been deceiving Tang Jiajia from the very beginning. Getting her pregnant had been just one part of the plan—to refine her into a Nine Sons Ghost Mother.

"Go ahead, curse me! Once I refine you into a ghost and make you kill someone you cherish with your own hands, let's see if you can still curse me!" Zheng Peng burst out laughing. He darted forward and struck at Lin Chen's chest with the hand he'd already readied.

Thud—

Before Zheng Peng's attack could land, a muffled impact rang out. His body flew backward and slammed hard into the sewer wall.

Bleugh—

A mouthful of bright-red blood sprayed from Zheng Peng's mouth. His eyes filled with disbelief as he stared at Lin Chen. "Your strength... How is that possible?!"

Zheng Peng clearly hadn't expected Lin Chen to be stronger than him. After all, Zheng Peng was a late-stage second-tier cultivator. Among people his age, that was already an impressive level of cultivation. Yet Lin Chen had gravely injured him with a single punch. Just how powerful was Lin Chen?

"You know nothing about what a true powerhouse can do!"

Lin Chen gave a cold laugh and moved to finish Zheng Peng off. Just then, Tang Jiajia suddenly spoke behind him. "Handsome, save me! If you kill him outright, I'll die too!"

Lin Chen froze in surprise. At that moment, Tang Jiajia darted toward him. Terrifying ghostly energy swirled around her as her claws shot toward his throat.

"You're already dead!"

Looking at Tang Jiajia as she attacked, Lin Chen sighed. He activated his Blood Qi True Flame and punched her. The terrifying flame swallowed her whole.

Whoosh—

Just as Tang Jiajia turned to ash, a sharp rush of air sounded. Zheng Peng, who had been gravely injured, had taken advantage of Tang Jiajia's attack to launch a sneak attack on Lin Chen.

Lin Chen caught Zheng Peng's incoming right arm, then twisted it with a sudden burst of force. A cracking sound rang out, and Zheng Peng's arm instantly bent into a twisted knot.

"Argh—!"

A terrible scream burst from Zheng Peng's mouth. Before he could recover, his left arm and both legs were struck in quick succession. He collapsed to the ground, curled up and twitching in pain.

"Now you know what pain feels like?"

Watching Zheng Peng wail in agony, Lin Chen felt no sympathy whatsoever. A young woman in the bloom of her youth had been killed by this beast, and even death hadn't brought her peace. Killing him outright would be far too good for him.

That was why Lin Chen hadn't used his Blood Qi True Flame against Zheng Peng from the start. He didn't want the man to get off so easily.

Enduring the agony, Zheng Peng struggled to speak. "You can't kill me. If you do, my master won't let you get away with it!"

Master?

At those words, Lin Chen's eyes lit up. That was right. Zheng Peng was only a university student. Without someone to teach him, how could he have learned such profound ghost-raising methods?

More importantly, anyone capable of teaching a disciple like this such methods probably wasn't a good person either!

An Evil Cultivator—and one with a whole sect behind him!

A whole trove of source energy!

"Your master? I'd like to see who he is!" Lin Chen gave a cold laugh, then looked at Zheng Peng on the ground. "Call him now!"

Zheng Peng was stunned. He hadn't expected his master's name to actually intimidate Lin Chen. But how could he call anyone now? Lin Chen had already crippled all four of his limbs.

"Almost forgot. You can't move now."

Looking at Zheng Peng's helpless state, Lin Chen finally came to his senses. The man couldn't move at all, so Lin Chen took his phone. The slightest touch made Zheng Peng grimace in pain, but he didn't dare cry out.

He'd finally caught a glimpse of hope for staying alive. He didn't want to anger Lin Chen and make him want to kill him.

After unlocking the phone with Zheng Peng's face, Lin Chen made the call. Zheng Peng hurriedly shouted from the ground, "Master, save me! Someone's got me, and he's going to kill me!"

"Who are you, sir? Why have you taken my disciple?" A deep voice came through the phone.

"Your disciple was stupid enough to pick a fight with me!" Lin Chen gave a cold laugh, then continued, "If you want him alive, get to the woods outside Qingzhou University's north gate in half an hour. Otherwise, you'll be collecting his corpse!"

"Sir, don't do anything rash. If my disciple offended you, I'll bring him to apologize in person." The deep voice came through the phone again.

Lin Chen hung up. The man was only trying to placate him because he was worried about Zheng Peng's life. Apologize? Once they met, the man would probably be itching to tear him limb from limb.

Lin Chen grabbed Zheng Peng and headed for the woods outside the north gate. A short while later, they arrived. He waited quietly. About twenty minutes passed before the faint sound of footsteps approached.

"He's here?"

Lin Chen looked toward the sound. A figure was slowly making his way over. Seeing him, Zheng Peng hurriedly shouted, "Master, save me! He broke all four of my limbs! I'm going to cripple him and make him wish he were dead!"

"Shut up!"

A sharp rebuke rang out. A figure approached Lin Chen—a middle-aged man dressed in a gray robe.