Chapter 229: The Wontons Were Really Delicious

At this moment, Lin Fan's expression changed drastically; this wave of aura was truly somewhat formidable, stinging the nose.

That there was a big boss hidden within the Qin Shen Dynasty was something Lin Fan had not expected, and that bolt of purple lightning just now seemed more like a sign of breakthrough.

Could it be that this fellow hidden within the Qin Shen Dynasty had been in seclusion all along? And then he was shaken out by this wave of assassination from me?

"Haha..."

At this moment, Lin Fan looked up to the sky and laughed heartily.

"Die? Do you think that you, this fellow hidden in the depths, can make me die? How utterly ridiculous. I have avenged my grievances, repaid my wrongs; the blood debt of the one hundred and eight souls of Rock Village has been settled. I do not wish to add more killing. This time, I will spare your life. Do not fail to cherish it." Lin Fan flicked his sleeves, his expression calm, showing no regard for the opponent.

Then, under the astonished gazes of the disciples of the two sects, Lin Fan's figure instantly vanished.

For the disciples of the two sects, the scene before them had already filled them with fear. The elders were now unknown whether alive or dead, and the opponent's strength was extremely formidable; they were powerless.

With this revenge fulfilled, Lin Fan's heart also regained calm. This was a concerted effort to avenge the blood debt of Rock Village. After the revenge was done, Lin Fan returned to his true nature, unwilling to let this hatred affect his state of mind and cause him to die in depression.

At this moment, after entering the stealth state, Lin Fan said nothing and immediately turned and ran.

When out in the world, one lives by the skin of one's face. To turn and run in public—how utterly embarrassing. Only in the stealth state could Lin Fan regain his true self.

Run if you can't fight—this was Lin Fan's survival principle.

Especially since this mysterious fellow had no great enmity with him, there was no need to fight to the death.

As for whether the other party hated him or not, that was not something Lin Fan could worry about.

Lin Fan had always felt that his luck wasn't very good. Ever since leaving the sect, everything seemed to go against him. Every time he crushed the entire field and was about to finish, a boss would pop up and ruthlessly crush him.

For Lin Fan, who wanted to show off flawlessly, this was utterly helpless.

It all came down to strength. If he were overwhelmingly powerful, who would dare show off in front of him?

...

In the secret chamber of the Qin Divine Dynasty, a middle-aged man exuded overwhelming aura. A bolt of lightning struck down, transforming into chains of rules that coiled around him.

This was a symptom of breaking through to the Great Heavenly Rank—sensing the power of rules, refining them into the body, thereby transcending the self and achieving the ultimate power.

The middle-aged man wrapped the rule chains, which were like spirit snakes, around himself and casually grabbed into the void.

Two figures appeared before the middle-aged man.

One was Zou Tenglong, who had been crushed to death by Lin Fan, and the other was the Qin King, who had been pretending to be dead.

"My son." The middle-aged man refining the rules looked at the corpse lying quietly on the ground, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes. Then his expression hardened as he stared fixedly at the Qin King.

"Spare me, Your Majesty! The opponent was too strong; I was no match for him!" A shocking scene occurred: the Qin King, who had been feigning death, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

What was even more puzzling was that the two had identical faces.

"Worthless..." The middle-aged man refining the rules struck out with a palm, and the feigning-dead Qin King instantly turned to ashes.

"Refining the body with rules, attaining the Supreme Heavenly Rank." The Qin King roared, violently pulling the two spirit-snake-like rules, which then merged into his body with an unusual glow.

At that moment, the Qin King's aura grew even stronger. With a palm that covered the sky, carrying infinite momentum, he fiercely shattered the Eye of Thunder in the void.

"Killing my son, I will make you die..." The Qin King's face filled with murderous intent. He tore the void before him as if ripping paper, savagely rending it open, then stepped into it.

……

In the secret chamber, it was silent.

Zou Tenglong's corpse lay there.

At that moment, the void rippled gently like water.

A finger, white as jade and made of bone, reached out from the void.

“Tap tap…”

A sound like bones knocking emerged from the void.

Suddenly, a ghastly jade-like skeleton stepped completely out of the void, gazing at the corpse on the ground as if laughing, its long, slender bone finger slightly crooked.

Zou Tenglong's body instantly transformed; a bloodstained skeleton flew out from within, then was thrown into the void by the jade-like skeleton, vanishing without a trace.

Then, as if laughing heartily, the jade-like skeleton's hollow eye sockets suddenly blazed with two flames, and a trace of blood appeared on its jade-like bones, which then flew into Zou Tenglong's collapsed body, now lacking skeletal support.

……

At that moment, Zou Tenglong, who had long since died, suddenly opened his eyes. In his pupils, a flame leaped up briefly, then gradually disappeared.

Zou Tenglong stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, looked around, and a faint smile appeared on his originally haughty face—a smile so serene, devoid of the previous arrogance and gloom.

……

At that time, Lin Fan was already running through the imperial city. The overwhelming aura he had sensed was now sweeping through behind him.

After running a short distance, Lin Fan suddenly realized something.

Why the hell am I running? I have the system; my aura is completely concealed. Can that guy possibly detect me?

Having figured this out, Lin Fan smiled, found a hidden spot, and reverted from his invisible state. He checked himself—clean, without a trace of blood—then safely blended into the crowd.

As for that mysterious strongman, Lin Fan swore that if the guy could find him, that would be his own skill.

At this moment, the Prince of Qin was sweeping through the area, but found no trace of the figure. Hovering in the air, he looked down at the city below, his expression turning grim.

No aura, not a single fluctuation.

What kind of concealment technique was this, that could evade his detection?

His divine sense covered the entire city, and the Prince of Qin kept probing, but to his disappointment, there wasn't even the slightest anomaly.

“Boss, a bowl of wontons.” Lin Fan sat at a street stall, waving his hand and calling out.

“Coming right up.”

Soon, a steaming bowl of wontons was placed before Lin Fan. “Sir, enjoy.”

Lin Fan nodded, picked up the spoon, took a bite, and looked satisfied.

“Mm, really delicious…”

At that moment, Lin Fan's gaze fixed on the void. That guy must be furious, right? But hey, I'm the evasion expert. Finding me? That's a pipe dream.

No matter how great your skills, I remain unruffled, eating my wontons.

The wontons are good; I'll have another bowl, then hit the brothel to inspect the lives of fallen maidens.