"Why are you still guessing? Master must have won!"
Zhou Kuangtian’s disciples looked coldly at the crowd, noting their increasingly lively discussion, and their faces showed a trace of dissatisfaction.
Their master was the strongest person on Xiang Island. These onlookers just didn’t dare to challenge their own master.
"With Jiulong Mountain’s water veins supporting my master, even a Mystic Sect expert would have to retreat."
"There’s only one Mystic Sect in the world, but precisely because of this, it’s impossible to verify the truth. If Lin Beichen is truly from the Mystic Sect, the outcome is still uncertain. But what if he’s lying?"
"He killed Qin Wenwu and really thinks he’s invincible?"
"Qin Wenwu claimed to be the top Chinese overseas, but how many people gave him face out of fear of the Golden Mountain Sect?
Others may fear Qin Wenwu, but my master does not."
As Zhou Kuangtian’s nominal disciples argued, the cultivators around began to fall silent.
The outcome of this battle is still unknown, but one thing is certain—
Even Qin Wenwu did not dare to fight Zhou Kuangtian on Jiulong Mountain.
Over the years, many have come to Xiang Island seeking fame, but all who challenged Zhou Kuangtian were utterly defeated without exception.
Some of them vanished without a trace, and were later found to be completely devoid of life.
Cultivators come and go like the wind, and it’s normal for them to be elusive, but they always leave some trace behind.
To have left no trace at all is tantamount to death.
The Zheng Clan was extremely anxious.
No one could see what was happening atop Jiulong Mountain; everyone could only speculate.
And Lin Beichen’s power was exceedingly mysterious—how could they not be worried?
Moreover, in this battle, they needed to win, but Lin Beichen couldn’t be defeated too severely.
Most importantly, even if they won, Lin Beichen could not die.
The news from the mainland indicated that Lin Beichen’s identity was very sensitive. If any issues arose, those at the top would have no way to account for them.
The Zheng Clan might be a prestigious family on Xiang Island, but Xiang Island is just one region. If they angered higher powers, who could predict what would happen?
Yet the ordinary people within and outside the family couldn’t feel this pressure.
Throughout the scene, except for Old Master Zheng, everyone else was still immersed in a fervent joy.
They were all very excited, believing that as long as Lin Beichen was defeated, they need never worry again.
Several of the family’s juniors gathered around Old Master Zheng, listening to the discussion outside, smiles on their faces.
"Old Master, Lin Beichen is surely doomed. Offending our Zheng Clan will not end well for him."
The old man’s expression was extremely complex.
Winning was always better than losing.
Even if they ultimately had to pay the hundred billion, it couldn’t be handed over to Lin Beichen.
Better to send this hundred billion to the mainland to quell any unrest.
Even if it cost them money, it would at least maintain the Zheng Clan’s reputation.
The old man consoled himself silently, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard an exclamation.
"Someone’s coming down."
Upon hearing this, everyone present looked up, and saw a person walking slowly along the mountain path in the distance.
This person wore a light-colored casual outfit and had short hair with a calm demeanor, appearing as if any young man from the streets—extremely ordinary.
But there was an undeniable clean quality to him.
On this person, they could sense no impurities, especially in his eyes, where an unprecedented Spiritual Light was contained within his black pupils.
Lin Beichen.
The person walking down from the mountain was unexpectedly Lin Beichen.
The entire scene fell into a sudden silence.
"Lin Beichen, how are you still alive?"
Everyone looked at Lin Beichen with shock, their eyes filled with disbelief and disillusion.
Only one person could have survived!
Zhou Kuangtian!
Master Zhou was invincible—why was he nowhere to be seen?
Zhou Kuangtian had already used Jiulong Mountain’s water veins, wielding this heaven and earth power against Lin Beichen. The survivor should only have been Zhou Kuangtian, so why was it Lin Beichen who came down?
"Lin Beichen, what did you do to my master?"
A nominal disciple’s face changed dramatically; ignoring his own shortcomings, he rushed forward, pointing at Lin Beichen’s nose in anger.
"Hmm?"
Lin Beichen glanced at him, and a sharp cold light abruptly flashed in his eyes.
As his eyes shimmered green, thunder manifested in mid-air, striking the man’s body.
In just an instant, the man cried out and fell to the ground, convulsing, his breathing shallow and labored.
Zhou Kuangtian’s nominal disciples were not weak; some were top scholars from Xiang Island University, others were prominent new talents in the academic world.
Each of them was a talent in the world, qualified to impact the Celestial Gate, but before Lin Beichen, they were nothing more than ants.
The man felt a tremor throughout his body as the electric light struck, almost causing his soul to depart, barely escaping with his life.
Lin Beichen’s withering form could control not only Earth and Wood Spiritual Qi, though these two were more easily manipulated.
Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi were already under Lin Beichen’s command, and the lightning was merely at his whim.
Having absorbed the Earth Veins, Lin Beichen could envelop most of Xiang Island with his full power.
The Earth Veins of Jiulong Mountain, which could strengthen Zhou Kuangtian, could naturally strengthen Lin Beichen as well.
The Power of Earth Veins was not previously considered by Lin Beichen because mainland mountains and Earth Veins were mostly concentrated in famous mountains and rivers, their energy gaps too large.
And Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi had only just emerged, so they were not prominent.
As Xiang Island was surrounded by seawater, it was an isolated island.
With thunder and shockwaves all around, people sensed the powerful energy emanating from Lin Beichen, and their faces changed as they retreated, not daring to approach.
This person’s strength was simply immeasurable.
Amid the crowd, there was only one person unafraid of Lin Beichen, who calmly stepped forward and greeted him with measured respect.
This person was none other than Master Wang.
First, he looked Lin Beichen up and down, relieved to find he was unharmed.
"Mr. Lin has traveled a great distance; we Feng Shui masters of Xiang Island have long admired your name but never had the chance to meet you. If you have time later, could you perhaps visit the Feng Shui Association?"
"Moreover, although this person spoke out of line, he has no grudge against you. He’s just anxious for his master, which led to his offensive words. Please, would you spare his life?"
Lin Beichen looked at the old man with indifference, neither responding nor promising.
A nominal disciple who dared to speak against him—if Lin Beichen had truly intended to kill, the man wouldn’t have lived.
Whether Lin Beichen chose to kill wasn’t up to this man, nor was it up to him to plead.
If Lin Beichen wanted to act, even if everyone present joined forces, what could they possibly accomplish?
Lin Beichen looked casually at the elder and said:
"Since you are willing to speak, you will go around Xiang Island for me, telling the remaining cultivators not to challenge me. Zhou Kuangtian is dead; I’m only interested in him. The others aren’t even worth my effort."
At these words, the crowd again showed shock.
And Zhou Kuangtian’s many disciples instantly collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with despair.
With Zhou Kuangtian’s death, all those centered around him would either die or be stripped of everything.
Their identities were already set, and they couldn’t abandon their connections.
When Zhou Kuangtian was the world’s premier master, they reaped the benefits, their status allowing them to mingle with elite families and become honored guests among Xiang Island’s upper society.
But with Zhou Kuangtian’s death, the various powers suppressed and affected by him would surely take action.
Zhou Kuangtian was dead; though they couldn’t touch him, these nominal disciples were no good either.
Everyone present was smart, understanding the key point in an instant, and they looked towards Lin Beichen.
A few among them clearly thought a step further.
With Zhou Kuangtian’s death, the leading position of the Southern School was now vacant.
If Lin Beichen wasn’t interested, this position would surely stir up a storm!