Chapter 370: An Immortal Strokes My Head, Granting Me the Secret of Eternal Life!
Miao King?
Lin Wudi?
The entire Hongfeng Lake fell silent.
Everyone’s eyes widened as they stared at the young man standing beneath the starry sky, their expressions shifting.
These two names were all too familiar to them.
Setting aside the title of Miao King, the name Lin Wudi alone represented a Grandmaster ranked sixteenth on the Heavenly List.
Legend had it his techniques reached the heavens. Atop the Bolan River, he had slain Yun Xu with his bare hands and even accepted the challenge of Zhang Daoyun from the Celestial Master Mansion.
But since when had he also become the Miao King of the Jiuli Tribe?
"You are the Miao King?" Xing Yi snorted coldly. "The Jiuli Tribe has an ancestral teaching that an outsider cannot inherit the position of Miao King. If you are Lin Wudi of River City, how could you possibly be the Miao King?"
"Indeed! This person must be bluffing; his words can’t be trusted!"
"Who cares if he’s the real Miao King or not? Daring to come to our Xing Family is a death wish!"
...
Listening to the chatter, Lin Mu didn’t get angry. Instead, he looked toward Xing Yi in the crowd.
"Was it you who barged into Bai Miao Village and forced my disciple into the Xing Family?"
Caught by Lin Mu’s gaze, Xing Yi felt a flicker of panic, but he quickly covered it with a cold snort. "Yes, it was me. What are you going to do about it?"
"What am I going to do?" Lin Mu shook his head and said lightly, "I am, of course, going to kill you."
"Kill me?" Xing Yi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "You? A wet-behind-the-ears brat? It’s not yet decided who will be killing whom!"
Xing Yi slowly stepped out from the crowd, his aura flaring as his murderous expression fixed on Lin Mu. He was already highly skilled, or he wouldn’t have been able to injure the Great Elder of Bai Miao Village with a single punch. As for Lin Mu, he simply didn’t believe the man was the Miao King, let alone Lin Wudi. Lin Mu appeared to be under thirty; how could he have possibly broken through to the Grandmaster realm at such an age, much less become the Miao King of the Jiuli Tribe?
"So this is why the Saintess refused to marry into our Xing Family. It seems it was all because of you!" Xing Yi sneered. "She claimed to be the Saintess of the Jiuli Tribe, destined to serve the Miao King for life. It turns out she just had someone else on the outside, and it was all just an excuse!"
Xing Yi’s words brought a sudden realization to the Xing Family members. So that’s what was going on!
"Xing Yi, don’t waste your breath on this kid. Go kill him!" Xing Yong ordered immediately. The Xing Family had to obtain the vital blood of the Jiuli Tribe’s Saintess. This concerned the very legacy of the Xing Family. As for Lin Mu, killing him was a trivial matter.
"Alright!" Xing Yi shouted in agreement. His figure shot forward, his aura swelling with every step.
In the end, Xing Yi’s aura had reached a terrifying level: the peak of Internal Energy!
The eyes of the Xing Family members lit up. When had Xing Yi broken through to the peak of Internal Energy?
Xing Yong, however, was overjoyed. It seemed he could entrust important family matters to Xing Yi in the future.
"Master..." Seeing Xing Yi charging over, Li Lingqing looked at Lin Mu with an inquiring gaze. Of course, she wasn’t worried about her master; she was asking if she should be the one to kill this man.
Lin Mu shook his head. "Your injuries haven’t healed yet. Just watch from the side for now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mu stepped forward, his expression calm as he watched Xing Yi approach.
Seeing Lin Mu standing with his hands clasped behind his back, Xing Yi snorted inwardly. What a pretentious brat!
"Take my punch!"
Xing Yi’s fist smashed forward, making the very air tremble.
"Hmm. Xing Yi’s strength has indeed grown much stronger than before," Xing Yong said, nodding in satisfaction.
The crowd also praised Xing Yi, declaring that he was truly a Xing Family Elder whose strength was growing more and more unfathomable.
In their eyes, Lin Mu was already a dead man.
But just as Xing Yi’s fist was about to connect, Lin Mu slowly raised a hand, extended a single finger, and lightly tapped the air.
TSST!
An almost inaudible sound was heard. Everyone felt their scalps tingle for a moment, but then nothing happened.
"Uh..." The crowd looked at each other, then erupted into mocking laughter.
"This is the Miao King of the Jiuli Tribe? Is he here to be a comedian?"
"What Miao King? I think ’Meow King’ is more like it."
"Meow King? Hahahaha, you’re killing me!"
...
The Xing Family members roared with laughter. Even Xing Yong couldn’t help but shake his head in wry amusement. When Lin Mu had made his move, he had been genuinely startled, thinking the man might possess some earth-shattering technique. In the end, it turned out to be nothing but a bluff. It seemed Xing Yi had been right after all. This person wasn’t the Miao King, nor was he Lin Wudi of River City—just some man the Saintess had met on the outside, using their names to try and rescue her.
"Xing Yi, stop fooling around and kill him," Xing Yong commanded coolly, shaking his head.
However, Xing Yi remained motionless.
Huh?
He didn’t move, just stood there with his back to the crowd. Everyone stared, confused.
"Xing Yi, what’s wrong with you?" Xing Yong’s expression turned ugly. What game was Xing Yi playing at?
WHOOSH...
A light breeze blew past. Xing Yi’s body twitched slightly before he collapsed to the ground with a dull THUD.
Only then could everyone see it clearly: a bloody hole had appeared in the center of his forehead.
Blood slowly oozed out.
His face was a mask of mockery, confusion, fear, and despair. Clearly, even at the moment of his death, he had no idea what had happened.
Only then did Lin Mu slowly lower his finger, his serene gaze sweeping over the members of the Xing Family.
HISS!
The Xing Family members all sucked in a sharp breath, their faces etched with disbelief.
Xing Yi was dead?
The main question was, how? No one had seen Lin Mu make a move.
No, wait, he did seem to poke with his finger. But to kill a man with a single poke? That was impossible!
But Xing Yi was truly dead.
Someone must have struck the killing blow.
A chaotic murmur rose from the crowd. "Could it be a Gu Insect? The Saintess of the Jiuli Tribe is an expert with them. Didn’t she plant a bunch around Hongfeng Lake earlier?"
"Nonsense! Our Xing Family’s Bu Ling Wang is specifically designed to counter all Gu Insects in the world. We don’t need to worry about being cursed by them!"
"Then you tell me, how did Xing Yi die?"
"How should I know!"
...
Listening to the bickering, Xing Yong roared impatiently, "All of you, shut up!"
His expression turned grave as he faced Lin Mu. In a deep voice, he asked, "Kid, who in the world are you? What is your purpose in coming to the Xing Family?"
"I’ve already told you," Lin Mu replied, a faint smile on his face, as if killing Xing Yi was the most insignificant thing in the world. "You can call me the Miao King, or you can call me Lin Wudi."
"Fine, fine, fine! Still spouting nonsense on death’s door! Today, I’ll cripple you with my own hands!" Xing Yong declared, striding toward Lin Mu.
He was actually going to act himself?
"Dad, no need!" Xing Chong suddenly cut in. "This person," he declared, his eyes narrowed at Lin Mu, "is mine to kill."
"Good!" Xing Yong agreed without a hint of hesitation. Even the Saintess of the Jiuli Tribe was no match for Chong’er, so what chance did this unknown kid have?
"Ling Qing," Lin Mu said suddenly to his disciple, "this one is yours."
What?
Not just Li Lingqing, but the entire Xing Family was stunned.
Hadn’t the Saintess just been defeated by Xing Chong? Why was she being asked to fight again?
In the face of everyone’s shock and confusion, Lin Mu offered no explanation.
He patted Li Lingqing on the head. His lips moved, but no one nearby could hear a sound. They could only see a mysterious and profound Godlight radiating from his body.
Li Lingqing’s eyes grew brighter and brighter, until finally, she closed them.
When she opened her eyes again, they were as tranquil and clear as a placid lake.
Lin Mu withdrew his hand and asked, "Do you remember?"
"Thank you for your guidance, Master," Li Lingqing replied, bowing respectfully. "This disciple remembers!"