In My Name, Burn My Fury

Chen Xu stood by Lin Qi's bed, watching him silently for a moment.

A moment later, perhaps due to some peculiar connection between them, Lin Qi's tightly shut eyes suddenly trembled.

He struggled, as if about to wake up!

Just then, Chen Xu's hand shot out like lightning, plucking three stray hairs from Lin Qi's temple.

Simultaneously, his palm covered Lin Qi's eyes, appearing as if he were showing concern and checking his forehead temperature.

This action concealed Chen Xu's hair-plucking move and heavily pressed down on Lin Qi's eyes, which were about to open.

Xu Wenyuan, squeezed by Lin Qi's bedside with Chen Xu, said emotionally, "Brother Chen, your concern for Brother Muxian is far more practical. It's no wonder Brother Muxian has always been good to you."

Because of Lin Qi's strange complexion, Xu Wenyuan, though very worried, didn't dare to touch him.

Seeing Chen Xu's actions now, Xu Wenyuan felt both moved and ashamed.

Chen Xu smiled faintly.

No one knew that Lin Qi's eyes were trembling at that moment, struggling frantically.

But his struggle was useless. The slender hand pressing on his eyes and forehead seemed to exert no force, yet it possessed an indescribable oppressive power.

It was like a heavy mountain, an ancient furnace, descending upon the mortal world at this moment, firmly suppressing him in boundless darkness.

Lin Qi was filled with rage, terror, and hatred. He wanted to shout, to warn his family and friends that Chen Xu was the culprit who harmed him.

But he was suppressed too thoroughly, as if sinking deep into black mire.

He could only be lucid and suffer as his enemy stood beside him, while his loved ones thought this scoundrel was a good person!

He heard his mother, Madam You, say expectantly, "Nephew Chen, have you found anything? You scholars are knowledgeable; can you tell what kind of illness Qi'er has?"

Then, the "villain" Chen Xu feigned distress and sighed, replying, "I apologize, Brother Lin's sudden illness is truly bizarre and difficult to decipher. I am untalented and shallow, ultimately unable to help."

Madam You became sad and sobbed, "It's not your fault. It's just my poor son, sob sob..."

Xu Wenyuan and the other classmates quickly comforted Madam You with a flurry of words, completely forgetting about Lin Qi, the patient himself.

With so many people around, not a single one realized Chen Xu was harming him!

Lin Qi could only feel, in anger and terror, his consciousness struggling, shouting, and sinking in the dark abyss.

If his cries had sound, he would have already shattered the eardrums of the entire world—

Just then, hurried footsteps were heard from outside the door.

It was Lin Qi's servant joyfully announcing, "Madam, Daoist Master Xuanjing from Qiyun Temple is here! Master has invited him."

Lin Qi was overjoyed.

Madam You exclaimed with surprise, "Quick, quickly invite the Daoist Master in."

The next moment, a finger, like a falling boulder, pressed down hard on Lin Qi's glabella. All of Lin Qi's elation was swallowed by the darkness with this press, and he lost consciousness, falling into a stupor.

Lin Qi hated!

Outside, several sets of footsteps grew closer.

Madam You said anxiously and expectantly to the people from the County School, "I apologize to all of you. We truly have no other options. We've consulted all the nearby famous doctors, but no one can cure Qi'er's illness. We've heard that Qiyun Temple is efficacious and that Daoist Master Xuanjing possesses great divine powers. Qi'er's father personally went to invite him, and thankfully, he has come."

The scholars understood the hint. Xu Wenyuan and the others quickly said, "It's best that a master has come. A master performing rituals likely requires a quiet environment, so we should step aside."

Madam You had servants escort the scholars out. Of course, they weren't sent away directly but were led to a pavilion in the Lin family's garden by a servant.

Everyone was concerned about Lin Qi's condition and wanted to wait for the outcome here.

As they left, the scholars encountered a group of people walking along the covered walkway and brushed past them.

Chen Xu's gaze fell upon the gaunt, black-robed Daoist in the middle, his brow twitching slightly.

Upon seeing this person, a subtle sense of pressure suddenly washed over him.

And the Daoist seemed to sense something, turning his head to look at the scholars.

Chen Xu's mind raced, and he immediately put the three hairs he held in his palm into the Embers Kitchen.

After these three hairs were plucked, they actually gained a descriptor: "[Parting Hair, after calcination it can be ground into charcoal ash, usable internally or externally, with a very slight hemostatic effect...]"

Chen Xu had intended to use these hairs to suppress Lin Qi, so he hadn't put them into the Embers Kitchen. Now that the Lin family had indeed invited a master, Chen Xu immediately used the Embers Kitchen to isolate these hairs into the void.

The black-robed Daoist frowned. Lin Qi's father quickly asked, "Daoist Master, is something wrong?"

Daoist Master Xuanjing frowned slightly, seeming puzzled, but after a moment, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing, perhaps my senses were mistaken."

Chen Xu suppressed the fluctuations in his mood, recalling what Mr. Zhou had said: once he used the threads of fate to perform the technique and remotely kill Lin Qi's soul, Lin Qi's soul would vanish like smoke under the scorching sun.

With Lin Qi's soul destroyed, the karmic connection between them would be severed.

From then on, no trace would be left on this thread, and the Fortune that Chen Xu had originally had absorbed by Lin Qi's Head Swap technique would fully return.

Chen Xu watched as Lin Qi's father and others escorted Daoist Master Xuanjing into Lin Qi's room, unconsciously falling behind the other scholars.

As they walked through the covered walkway, seeing the lush flowers and winding paths ahead, their heavy hearts began to lift.

A few scholars discussed, "Since the Lin family has invited a master like Daoist Master Xuanjing, Brother Muxian will surely be saved."

But no one knew that Chen Xu, who had fallen behind, opened his palm, and three black hairs reappeared.

He gazed at the object, silently chanting, "Heaven and earth are eternal, all things are cause and effect. If there is evil, there must be retribution... By my name, burn with my fury, ignite!"

As the words fell, a ball of transparent flame, almost indistinguishable from the current daylight, erupted from his mouth.

In an instant, it incinerated the three black hairs in his palm, leaving no trace behind.

Ahead, a student suddenly remarked, "Strange, why do I feel like the sun is particularly hot today?"

No sooner had the words fallen than a heaven-shattering cry of grief burst from Lin Qi's room behind them: "Qi'er! Qi'er! My son, what has happened to you?"

The students immediately turned their heads, looking back in surprise.

Chen Xu also turned around, listening to the sorrowful sounds from the room.

Lin's father cried out in shock, "Daoist Master Xuanjing, has my son died? How, how could this be?"

Daoist Master Xuanjing's voice was very calm, "Alas, I came one step too late. There is nothing that can be done."

"No, I don't believe it! When we just came in, Qi'er still had a breath. How could he be gone in the blink of an eye..."

"Are you questioning me?"

The clamor in the room instantly ceased.