Chapter 18: Master Fenglang

The crowd erupted in an uproar at the sight!

“What? You dare strike our Senior Brother Huang Yun inside our own Dafeng Hall!”

“You clearly don’t want to live!”

“Do you have any idea what kind of powers stand behind our hall? You are dead today!”

A group of Dafeng Hall disciples rushed out, their eyes burning with fury as they glared at Lu Jin. Although their cultivation was not particularly impressive, they showed no trace of fear. It was clear that the factions backing Dafeng Hall were formidable: with such support, they felt they could walk through the region with their heads held high, never needing to fear a nameless cultivator like Lu Jin.

“If Fenglang does not come out to save his life today, Dafeng Hall will vanish from existence.”

Lu Jin’s voice was icy. His words were indifferent, yet they carried a weight that brooked no argument.

“Bastard! You dared to hit me! You’re dead!”

Huang Yun struggled to his feet, looking pathetic and disheveled. He pointed a trembling finger at Lu Jin, his teeth gritted in rage. “No one has ever dared to strike someone at Dafeng Hall—”

Boom!

“I’m hitting you right now!”

Before Huang Yun could finish his sentence, Lu Jin sent another surge of spiritual Qi toward him, once again sending the man flying. Every onlooker was stunned into silence.

The disciples of the hall stared in disbelief. Someone had already run to call for reinforcements. Mo Chen and Zi Xuan were equally staggered; they had not expected Lu Jin to be this aggressive. This was Dafeng Hall: a place rumored to be backed by the Blood Moon Holy Land itself.

“Brother Lu Jin, offending Dafeng Hall might lead to…” Mo Chen spoke, his voice trembling slightly.

“As a physician, he refuses to save a life and instead demands such absurd conditions. This Fenglang is asking for a beating. I am merely teaching him a lesson so he understands the meaning of justice.”

Lu Jin spoke calmly. Mo Chen was speechless. Looking at Lu Jin’s unruffled demeanor, he began to perceive the vast gap between himself and this man. It was the air of a superior: composed, fearless, and possessing a calm that bordered on a total disregard for death.

“Senior Brother Huang Yun! Are you alright?”

A group of disciples helped Huang Yun up from the ground. The scene had descended into absolute chaos.

“Kill him! Tear him apart!” Huang Yun roared, his voice thick with malice.

Hearing the command, the disciples were furious, yet they hesitated. Most members of Dafeng Hall were physicians: their talents lay in healing rather than martial arts. Huang Yun was the best fighter among them, and he had been handled effortlessly. If they all charged, they would likely only be providing more targets for Lu Jin to hit.

“Charge! This is our home! Are you actually afraid of him!”

“Whoever kills him today, I, Huang Yun, will reward them with ten times their monthly salary!”

At the mention of such a reward, the expressions of the disciples changed.

“Right! Senior Brother is correct! This is Dafeng Hall!”

“If we let an outsider bully us in our own home, how can we face anyone in the future!”

“If we shrink back, our backers will look down on us. Where is the dignity of our hall!”

“Charge!”

Under the lure of massive profit, the group actually found the courage to rush forward, ignoring the risk to their lives.

“Stubborn fools.”

Lu Jin watched them swarm toward him. He took a single step forward, shielding Zi Xuan and the others behind his back. “Since you insist, I will keep fighting until Fenglang is willing to show his face!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As Lu Jin moved, disciples were sent flying like sacks of grain. Before him, they possessed absolutely no combat effectiveness.

“Is that all? And yet you still dare to shout?”

Lu Jin dismantled the group in heartbeats. He let out a sigh of frustration. Meanwhile, the other patients within the hall were crying out in terror, desperately trying to guess Lu Jin’s identity. It had been years since anyone dared to cause trouble here, and those who did were long dead.

“Fenglang, I will count to three. Then I burn this hall to the ground.”

Lu Jin’s voice was flat. As he spoke, he sensed a strange aura hovering above the hall. He flipped his hand, and a cluster of crimson flame manifested in his palm.

Whoosh!

The moment the threat was uttered, a figure leaped down from the upper gallery!

“Little friend, please stay your hand!”

The newcomer was an old man with white hair but the complexion of a child. His beard was pure white, and his long eyebrows drooped down, though his triangular eyes appeared exceptionally sinister. Seeing him, Huang Yun and the others scrambled forward.

“Master! This brat dared to cause a riot in our hall!”

“We must execute him, or our reputation is finished!”

Fenglang frowned at their shouting and waved his hand to silence them.

“You are Fenglang?” Lu Jin asked, narrowing his eyes at the old man.

“Correct. This old man is Fenglang.”

Lu Jin continued, “Was it your idea to demand we enter the refining cauldron?”

“It was,” Fenglang replied.

“You wanted to refine my physical body and take it for yourself?”

Fenglang’s expression shifted slightly. “Indeed.”

Lu Jin nodded. “You are honest. So, what are your thoughts now?”

Fenglang spoke carefully. “The rules of my Dafeng Hall cannot be broken. However, if I can befriend a young talent like yourself, I am willing to make an exception just this once.”

Lu Jin didn’t say much; he simply nodded. “Then get to it.”

The disciples were dumbfounded. Mo Chen and Zi Xuan were equally stunned. No one expected the eccentric Master Fenglang to give in so easily.

“Master, you…” Huang Yun’s face turned an ugly shade of green, as if he had swallowed a fly.

“Shut your mouth!” Fenglang barked, scaring Huang Yun into silence.

The master then walked over to the unconscious Ling Tao. “A Snake Catcher… this fellow has some skill. To think he could last this long with a Jindan infested by demonic Qi.”

Lu Jin spoke coldly. “If he doesn’t live, you die.”

Master Fenglang met the threat with a smile. “This old man understands!”

He immediately organized his disciples to begin the treatment. The diligent way he worked left his students staring in shock. Mo Chen and Zi Xuan looked at Lu Jin, their hearts filled with complex emotions. Their understanding of this man was far too shallow.

Once he saw that Fenglang had actually begun the healing process, Lu Jin nodded. He turned his gaze toward Huang Yun and the other disciples. Huang Yun gritted his teeth but didn’t dare utter a sound.

Lu Jin gave a faint smile and looked toward the back of the hall where the medicinal herbs were stored.

“Do you have Soul-Breaking Grass here?”

Huang Yun and the others ignored him. Lu Jin turned his head back and frowned.

“We don’t have it!” Huang Yun muttered through gritted teeth.

“Where can it be found?”

“I don’t know!”

Lu Jin narrowed his eyes. “Do you want another beating?”