Chapter 118: The 2nd Mysterious Scroll!
Looking at the head at his feet, Liu Zijian turned to the side, his body trembling slightly. After a long moment, he finally turned back around. With his eyes slightly red, he looked at Lin Mu and managed to say two heavy words.
"Brother... Thank you."
No one could know the depth of emotion contained in those two words. He had been enduring far too much pressure: his father’s death, his mother’s grave illness, his wife’s abandonment, his son’s disability, and the relentless hounding that followed. His enemies could show up at his door at any moment to harm his mother and child, yet he could only swallow his rage.
Lin Mu’s appearance had given him a glimmer of hope. However, his mother had taught him that while friends were there to share in good fortune, and you could ask for their help in times of need, there had to be a limit. His enemies were too powerful—so powerful that even his mother didn’t want him to drag his brother into the mess. Therefore, he had been holding back this entire time.
But now, things were different. His enemy had been beheaded, his mother’s illness was cured, and even his son had begun to speak. The strength his brother possessed had finally lifted the immense weight from his shoulders.
Wiping his eyes, Liu Zijian gave Lin Mu a wide grin.
This time, Lin Mu didn’t scold him. Instead, he scanned the crowd below with a blank expression. The onlookers all lowered their heads and averted their gaze, not daring to meet his eyes, terrified that this god of slaughter would begin another massacre. With a slight frown, Lin Mu took a deep breath that sank into his Dantian and let out a mighty roar.
ROAR!
A sound like a dragon’s cry rolled out from his mouth, its momentum so immense it seemed to overwhelm every other sound in the world. Yet, the Xin Yuan Club’s building remained completely unharmed. The people present, however, fell one by one, their bodies going limp as they lost consciousness.
"Brother Mu, what are you doing...?" Liu Zijian’s expression changed. Thinking Lin Mu had killed them all, his face filled with panic. After all, every grievance has a source and every debt its debtor; he only wanted to kill Fang Yongnian. He didn’t want these ordinary people to be implicated because of him.
Lin Mu knew what he was about to say and smiled. "Don’t worry. I just erased their memories of today. They might get very sick, but their lives aren’t in danger."
What Lin Mu had just unleashed was a sonic Divine Skill from the Buddhist Door called ’The Sudden Shout,’ a Cultivation Technique that specifically targeted the Divine Soul. Although Lin Mu’s Cultivation Level wasn’t high, it was more than enough to completely wipe the memories of these ordinary people. Even so, his face was now slightly pale.
"Phew, that’s good then," Liu Zijian said with a sigh of relief. "Brother, you really scared the hell out of me today."
He was, of course, referring to everything that had transpired.
Lin Mu smiled faintly. "Let’s go."
"Alright."
The two left together, leaving behind a club filled with corpses and unconscious bodies.
「Ten-odd minutes later.」
On the third floor, the twin sisters awoke earlier than expected. Their expressions changed drastically when they saw the bodies on the ground.
"Sister, what is this..."
Jiang Bing’er helped her younger sister up and said with a grave expression, "Quick, we need to leave!"
Her sister, Jiang Xue’er, rubbed her faintly aching head. "Sister, I don’t know why, but it feels like there’s someone hidden in my mind. I have absolutely no memory of this person, but I know that I’m terrified of him."
"Don’t overthink it. You probably just didn’t get enough rest."
Jiang Bing’er led her sister away quickly, but an image of a certain figure kept flashing through her mind.
Lin Mu... Grandmaster...
After Jiang Bing’er and her sister left the club, two figures rushed inside. When they saw the club’s interior covered in bodies and blood, they exchanged a look, seeing shock and fear in each other’s eyes.
"Hurry, notify Captain Guan!"
「The Guan Family.」
"What? They’re all dead?" Guan Feifei, who answered the call, was so shaken that he shot to his feet, exclaiming, "Are you sure you saw that correctly?"
"Absolutely certain!"
After receiving confirmation, Guan Feifei sucked in a sharp breath. He gave a solemn order, "Clean up the scene completely. Don’t let a single detail leak out. Take all survivors into custody and only release them when you’re sure they won’t talk!"
After hanging up, Guan Feifei’s face was still etched with shock.
Master Lin, who on earth are you?
The thought startled him into action. This matter was too significant; he had to inform the old master.
Upon hearing Guan Feifei’s report, a strange light gleamed in Guan Chengye’s eyes, and then he burst into laughter.
"Excellent, excellent, excellent!" Guan Chengye slapped his thigh hard. "Truly worthy of being Master Lin!"
"Grandfather, this is too serious," Guan Feifei said gravely. "And the Fang Family is behind the Xin Yuan Club. Their background..."
Guan Chengye waved a dismissive hand. "What about the Fang Family? You think that man Fang would dare to demand an explanation? If he stays away, so be it. But if he dares to come, I’d love to ask him exactly what the relationship is between his Fang Family and the Dark Web!"
Guan Feifei had already explained that the people targeting Master Lin’s friend had ties to the Dark Web. But now they lacked concrete evidence, and not only was Fang Yongnian dead, but so was Fang Yonglong’s son. The trail had gone cold.
But it didn’t matter. Dead was dead. Even if they hadn’t died now, they would have met the same fate once evidence was found.
Guan Feifei was still concerned. "But I heard even that Peng Shi is dead, and he was a Martial Artist who had achieved Internal Energy Mastery."
Guan Chengye spoke with earnest gravity, "Feifei, you yourself said that Peng Hua was a Martial Artist with Internal Energy Mastery. Since even he died at Master Lin’s hands, how strong do you think Master Lin is?"
Guan Feifei gasped, realizing he hadn’t truly considered that. Although his grandfather had always insisted on treating Lin Mu with respect, Guan Feifei had never taken it to heart. Now, however, he was beginning to understand.
Is Lin Mu a Grandmaster?
Guan Chengye smiled faintly, choosing not to answer directly. Instead, he said, "You did well this time, knowing to suppress this incident. Master Lin might not care, but as long as you did it, he will find out sooner or later."
Guan Chengye left one thing unsaid: as a Grandmaster, once Lin Mu learned of this, he would feel he owed the Guan Family a favor. For the Guan Family, that was a very profitable exchange.
Meanwhile, Lin Mu was unaware that the Guan Family had covered up the incident at the Xin Yuan Club for him. Just as Guan Chengye suspected, he truly didn’t care about the lives of Fang Ziming and the others. At this moment, he was holding an open, rectangular box. He looked at its contents with a peculiar expression on his face.
It was a painted scroll.
Although he hadn’t unrolled it yet, Lin Mu already knew what it was.
What a coincidence.
Lin Mu smiled faintly, took out the scroll, and slowly began to open it.