I Don't Eat Beef

Xia He's expression changed, and an inexplicable fear rose in her heart. Instinctively, she sensed that this was a troublesome opponent.

"Where did this guy come from?" Xu San narrowed his eyes. One faction after another flashed through his mind, but none of their cultivation methods matched the abilities Lin Xian had displayed.

"Back then, Zhang Xilin and I exchanged insights on cultivation. I gained something from it, so I suppose I owe that big-eared bastard a favor."

Though Lin Xian looked like a boy of only eleven or twelve, he now carried himself with an aged air. Divine light surged from his Life Spring and enveloped him as his body slowly rose into the air. He stood with his hands behind his back, feet resting upon a divine rainbow.

His oversized clothes fluttered in the wind as he hovered in the air, making him seem almost immortal. Like a sacred being descending into the world, he said leisurely, "Surrender without resistance..."

"Surrender my ass!" Xia He shouted. She kicked out, and the ground instantly split open with a fissure that stretched more than ten meters. Stones buried underground shot into the sky like sharp swords. Without the slightest hesitation, she turned and ran for the motorcycle in the distance.

Lin Xian smiled calmly and casually waved his hand. In an instant, platinum divine light became a sword stretching dozens of meters across, cleaving the motorcycle apart in a single strike. Flames soared into the sky, and countless metal fragments flew everywhere, cutting Xia He's breathtakingly beautiful face. Drops of blood trickled down.

Even Xia He, one of the Four Madmen, did not dare take another step. Her long, fair legs trembled as she stiffly turned around.

Wielding that divine-power greatsword over fifty meters long, Lin Xian wore a bright smile and teased, "I can let you run forty-nine meters first. Feel free to try."

"No, no, I won't."

Xia He swallowed as she looked at the youth in the sky, who seemed like a god. Endless regret flooded her heart. Why had she come here and run into such an ancient monster?

Her proudest Bone-Scraping Blade techniques were completely useless.

Because he could fly. She could not even touch him.

"Spare me, Senior!" With a thud, Lü Liang dropped to his knees without the slightest hesitation. He repeatedly slammed his head against the ground and cried out, "I'm not the mastermind! I'm only an accomplice!"

As an outsider from one of the Four Families, Lü Liang had received a complete education from an outsider family. He clearly understood what it meant for an outsider to fly solely by relying on his own qi, without borrowing any external power.

Throughout the history of the Inhuman World, how many people had cultivated to such a level?!

Flying bodily through the air and riding rainbows through the sky—by ancient standards, he would already count as a great wandering earthly immortal. If his body became sanctified, even emperors would revere him as an imperial preceptor, a mighty outsider.

Yet such a terrifying existence still existed in the Inhuman World today.

Running meant death. Kneeling gave him a sliver of hope.

"Officer, I want to turn myself in!" Liu Yanyan shuddered and raised both hands. "I want to go to prison! I want to go to prison!"

Zhang Chulan's mouth twitched slightly at the sight. "That was pretty smooth, huh?"

"Hm?" Lin Xian stepped down one step at a time as though descending a staircase. Waves of divine power rippled through the void, and his gaze fell upon Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan shuddered violently, then put on an incomparably fawning expression. With a shameless grin, he said, "Senior, Patriarch, Grandpa—what should I call you?"

In an instant, the scene fell silent. Whether righteous or villainous, everyone looked at him with contempt.

This was Zhang Xilin's descendant?

Lin Xian fell silent for a moment, then looked toward Xu San and slowly asked, "Are outsiders in the cultivation world these days all this kind of trash?"

"You've seen something embarrassing, Senior." Xu San took out an exquisite white handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. After taking a deep breath, he tactfully said, "Someone shameless to this extent is rare even throughout history."

Zhang Chulan laughed awkwardly and shrank his head back, pretending nobody had seen him.

"He does resemble that big-eared bastard somewhat. Like a rat, always hiding here and there."

Lin Xian snorted. Though his words were full of contempt, everyone could hear the affection within them.

In this world, elders might scold you, but they would also protect you.

"Grandpa!" Zhang Chulan's heart stirred. Then, with another thud, he knelt down and clung to the thigh of a twelve-year-old boy, howling without a shred of dignity. "Chulan has drifted through half his life, regretting only that I never met a wise teacher. If you do not reject me, I am willing to become your..."

Lin Xian's eyes were deep as he looked meaningfully at Zhang Chulan. No matter which world he was in, he needed an anchor to establish his identity.

A person with a mysterious identity and no information could certainly live freely, but would never earn the trust of others.

In the Shrouding the Heavens universe, he had chosen the identity of a Celestial Master from Mount Longhu—or rather, a cultivator from Earth—to draw closer to Pang Bo, Ye Fan, and the others.

In the Beidou cultivation world, where he had no family or friends, fellow cultivators from Earth were all the more worthy of trust.

In this world, the persona he had fabricated for himself was connected to Zhang Huaiyi and the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

The true inheritors of the Eight Extraordinary Skills only trusted people connected to the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

With that thought, Lin Xian smiled faintly and teased, "No. You're not a Calabash Brother. I can't be your grandpa."

Zhang Chulan promptly got up, still unwilling to give up. He asked eagerly, "Then Patriarch?"

"Just call me Senior. Your legitimate patriarch is on Mount Longhu." Lin Xian grabbed Zhang Chulan and tossed him toward the white-clad woman with a cleaver.

"Sister Bao'er!" Zhang Chulan wailed miserably. "Catch me!"

Feng Baobao sidestepped. A boom rang out as Zhang Chulan hit the ground face-first. Yet with his pure outsider cultivation, he was not hurt at all—only left dusty and disheveled.

"The Flying Geese Landing stance. That skin really is thick enough."

Lin Xian nodded, then waved at Feng Baobao. "Girl from the Feng family, I'll leave this brat to you."

"Sure." Feng Baobao made an OK gesture, then grabbed her blade and stabbed it directly toward Zhang Chulan.

Amid Zhang Chulan's miserable howls, she picked out the gu worm Liu Yanyan had planted in him.

Xu San's heart tightened at the sight. He stepped forward and cautiously asked, "Senior, do you know Baobao?"

"Baobao? You mean that girl from the Feng family." Lin Xian smiled. "No, I don't know her. Never heard of her. But you, grandson of the big-eared bastard, can trust her."

"Trust her?" Zhang Chulan froze slightly. His wide eyes were filled with confusion as he failed to understand what was happening.

"Yes, trust her." Lin Xian nodded and said meaningfully, "Just as you trust Zhang Huaiyi."

Zhang Huaiyi was Zhang Chulan's grandfather Zhang Xilin's original name—the senior disciple of Mount Longhu who should have inherited the position of Celestial Master.

Everyone was shocked, their hearts roiling like stormy seas.

Lin Xian coughed lightly, interrupting their thoughts. Then he looked at Xu San and slowly said, "I don't eat... hm."

Rustling sounds came from all around as the Company's ambushing outsider employees received their orders and slowly emerged, forming an encirclement.

After pausing and looking around, Lin Xian decided that since he had not yet broken through to the Dao Palace realm, he could not withstand a nuclear bomb. He took a deep breath and abruptly changed his tone. "We must protect my Inhuman World."

Xu San: ???

"What I mean is, I can love my country too." Lin Xian looked solemn and said righteously, "What do you think of me becoming one of the Ten Elders?"