Chapter 47: Senior Sister Zhao, Core Disciple
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“I think he must have run.”
Yang Qingqiu answered in a low voice. The way she looked at Lin Qi was filled with amazement and reverence, and even her posture became more respectful.
Seeing that Lin Qi was still pondering whether that Steward Chen had abandoned the Donkey-Faced Daoist and fled, or had gone to fetch reinforcements, she quickly said, “Even the Yellow Turban Strongman couldn’t hold you. Naturally, the people from the Law Enforcement Hall wouldn’t dare to come and offend you again.”
“You’re sure?”
Lin Qi was doubtful.
The other party was, after all, a steward of the Law Enforcement Hall, shouldering the important task of maintaining order in the Market.
Surely he wouldn’t just tuck his tail and run because Lin Qi had easily repelled the Yellow Turban Strongman’s grapple, not even daring to seek reinforcements?
Did this Steward Chen not want to save face?
Even if Steward Chen didn’t want face, did the Law Enforcement Hall not want face?
Moreover, he had held back when he struck. He hadn’t even used ten percent of his strength.
“Rest assured. The Law Enforcement Hall is a bunch of bullies who fear the strong and prey on the weak.”
“Their greatest reliance is the Yellow Turban Strongmen bestowed by the Immortal Academy.”
“The moment someone appears whom even the Yellow Turban Strongmen cannot subdue, they cower faster than anyone.”
“Because they know better than anyone.”
“Anyone the Yellow Turban Strongmen cannot subdue is someone they cannot afford to provoke.”
“So never mind calling for people to cause you trouble — that fellow surnamed Chen is probably already afraid you’ll go cause trouble for him.”
Yang Qingqiu’s explanation left Lin Qi half-convinced.
He was a person who feared trouble.
So any trouble was best resolved once and for all.
As the saying went, a sharp knife cuts through tangled hemp; when pulling weeds, one must tear out the roots.
From his many years of experience wandering the martial world, if he hadn’t made a move, then fine.
But since he had made a move, it was best to kill them all clean.
So Lin Qi lifted the Donkey-Faced Daoist and asked, “Besides that Steward Chen who ran away, who else did you collude with to harm me? What is their cultivation? Where do they live?”
The Donkey-Faced Daoist’s face was covered in blood, and even his front teeth had been knocked out.
At this moment, his head still spinning, he was lifted into the air by Lin Qi with one hand. He glanced left and right but saw no trace of Steward Chen, so the harsh words that had reached his lips were swallowed back down with tears.
Hearing Lin Qi’s calm question, the Donkey-Faced Daoist felt as though a giant “danger” character had been carved onto his forehead, and the foreheads of his entire family.
The intuition was too strong. The Donkey-Faced Daoist could not help but shudder, and with his missing front teeth whistling air, he screamed in terror.
“Don’t kill me!”
“My father is Yang Zhiyun, a menial cultivator of the Immortal Academy!”
“My father is currently serving under Senior Sister Zhao, a Core Disciple of the Immortal Academy.”
“If you kill me…”