"Was it Lin Qingxue? Or Lin Fan?"
A faint sneer crossed Qin Wuyou's face.
Though he knew it was a trap, he still walked out of the room.
Whoosh!
The moment he stepped outside, he casually shattered the letter.
Then he left Wuyou Peak.
"Heh heh, the Young Lord was right. This fellow really hasn't given up on Lin Qingxue. The instant he saw her invitation, he rushed off to meet her."
Lin Hu emerged from the darkness, watching Qin Wuyou's departing figure with a savage sneer.
"Go on. Soon you'll learn what happens when you offend my Young Lord!"
A moment later.
Lin Hu left Wuyou Peak, taking a roundabout route toward their prearranged meeting place.
"Not Lin Qingxue?"
"Not Lin Fan either?"
Just after Lin Hu left, Qin Wuyou gave a cold smile.
How could Lin Hu's crude concealment technique escape his eyes?
The moment he saw Lin Hu leave, he realized the messenger was merely someone in the Essence Condensation Realm.
"I thought Lin Fan or Lin Qingxue would act in person. To think it was only a little minnow."
Qin Wuyou smiled coldly and left the Xuantian Holy Land all the same.
True Disciple Peak.
The moment Qin Wuyou left the Xuantian Holy Land, Lin Fan suddenly appeared in the sky, watching his departing figure with a savage sneer.
"Qin Wuyou, do you really think Qingxue will have a change of heart? Keep dreaming your grand dreams!"
"I'd dearly love to see your expression when you realize you've been played."
Though he longed to witness Qin Wuyou's despair and see his legs broken, Lin Fan restrained himself.
Tonight, he absolutely could not leave the Xuantian Holy Land.
Otherwise, once word of Qin Wuyou's injuries spread, he would undoubtedly be the prime suspect.
"Qingxue, we're only breaking his legs this time. You won't be angry, will you?"
A graceful figure stood beside him. It was none other than Lin Qingxue.
Her eyes brimmed with anger and resentment as she said coldly,
"Killing him outright would be letting him off easy. Break his legs so he can never stand again, and keep him around for us to torment at our leisure! Once he's officially stripped of his position as Holy Son, I'll have my father drag him back to the Lin Lineage and squeeze every last drop of value out of him!"
At her words, Lin Fan's eyes suddenly lit up. He glanced around, then lowered his voice and asked excitedly,
"Qingxue, is what you said about the Supreme Bone true?"
In the Lower Realm, Qin Wuyou had told only Lin Qingxue that he possessed a Supreme Bone.
But Lin Qingxue had told Lin Fan.
It was precisely because Lin Fan coveted Qin Wuyou's Supreme Bone that he had not ordered Lin Hu to kill him outright earlier.
After all, once its bearer died, the Supreme Bone would become useless.
To transplant a Supreme Bone, it had to be dug out together with the source blood while its bearer was still alive. Only then would the chances of success be greatest.
"It should be true."
Hatred filled Lin Qingxue's eyes as she said viciously, "When we dug out his dantian, we should have dug out the Supreme Bone too. Then we wouldn't have had to keep this trash around."
Hearing her venomous words, Lin Fan's smile stiffened. He wondered whether all of this might one day happen to him too.
It was also the first time he had felt that the Lin Qingxue beside him was so terrifying.
But he soon smiled again, slipped an arm around her shoulders, and said affectionately,
"Qingxue, if you obtain the Supreme Bone, you'll surely surpass me. You might even become the Holy Lord of the Xuantian Holy Land one day! In the future, I'll be a husband living off his wife."
"Lin Fan, thank you."
Lin Qingxue's gaze softened, and she smiled sweetly. "Without you, I really wouldn't know what to do. Thank goodness I have you!"
"Qingxue, he's only a mere Qin Wuyou. There's nothing to worry about."
Lin Fan laughed. "If we hadn't been in front of everyone today, that fellow would never have had a chance to act so arrogantly."
"Oh, right, Lin Fan! Did you tell Lin Hu to retrieve the marriage pact from him for me?"
Lin Qingxue suddenly asked.
This was what concerned her most.
The written marriage pact in Qin Wuyou's possession was her greatest worry.
After all, it clearly stipulated that whichever party broke the engagement had to pay tenfold compensation.
Yet the Lin Lineage could never afford that sum.
The best solution, therefore, was to snatch the written marriage pact back from Qin Wuyou.
Without that document, Qin Wuyou could talk until his lips split, and the Lin Lineage would still refuse to acknowledge the debt.
"Don't worry. I've repeatedly instructed Lin Hu to bring back the marriage pact, no matter what methods he has to use."
Lin Fan smiled. "Without the written marriage pact, a mere Qin Wuyou won't be able to stir up any waves."
Windwave Pavilion.
An octagonal pavilion stood beside Emerald Wave Lake, ten li from the Xuantian Holy Land, amid beautiful scenery.
Beneath the moonlight, the eight-hundred-li expanse of Emerald Wave Lake gleamed like a mirror, its ripples shimmering.
By the time Qin Wuyou arrived at Windwave Pavilion, half an hour had passed.
"Hahaha, Qin Wuyou, lust really has addled your brain! Didn't you find it strange that Lin Qingxue would invite you out in the dead of night?"
Hardly had Qin Wuyou entered Windwave Pavilion when Lin Hu appeared before it, laughing loudly.
Facing Lin Hu's savage sneer, Qin Wuyou swept his gaze around and spoke with unruffled calm,
"I thought Lin Fan or Lin Qingxue would show up here too. To think it's only a fool like you. How disappointing."
Even a fool like Lin Hu could tell something was wrong from Qin Wuyou's words.
His expression shifted slightly, and he snarled,
"Qin Wuyou, what do you mean? Did you know all along that this was a trap? No, impossible! The Young Lord's plan was seamless. How could you possibly have spotted a flaw?"
"Seamless?"
Qin Wuyou snorted with laughter and mocked him disdainfully. "Are Lin Fan and Lin Qingxue both idiots? We've already torn away all pretense of civility. What made them think a single letter from Lin Qingxue would be enough to bring me here?"
"But you came anyway!"
Lin Hu had already realized something was wrong. The Qin Wuyou before him was nothing like the Qin Wuyou he had imagined.
He had expected Qin Wuyou to be scared half to death the moment he stepped out.
So why could he find no trace of fear in Qin Wuyou's eyes?
Why did this fellow instead look as though victory was already in his grasp, every move planned out?
"That's right. I came."
Qin Wuyou smiled faintly. Explaining himself to a small fry like this would only waste time.
He had thought he might encounter Lin Fan or Lin Qingxue.
Instead, he was disappointed.
"It seems I won't be getting my revenge tonight."
Qin Wuyou fixed Lin Hu with an icy gaze and smiled coldly. "So, what did Lin Fan tell you to do to me? Kill me?"
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