Battling Records of the Chosen One

Chapter 233: A Sword at the Neck

Chapter 233: A Sword at the Neck

Translator: Flying Lines

Edited by Lord Immortal

After leaving the hall, Granny Wind took Shie Yutang into a quiet room.

The room was simple but elegant. An optical screen appeared on the wall, reflecting the scene in the hall.

“Can you tell me what happened when you rescued Lin?” asked Granny Wind.

Shie Yutang frowned and thought for a moment, “More than a year ago, the Flamen of the Imperial Observatory announced that there seemed to be a peerless treasure in the Three Thousand Mountains, so I went to look for it alone...”

Soon, he told the story of rescuing Lin Xun and Shia Zhi without concealing anything since there was no need to hide this trifle at all.

“So he and the little girl were being chased by a barbarian?”

The eyes of Granny Wind twinkled.

Shie Yutang acknowledged, “Yes, I thought that the barbarian appeared in the ThreeThousand Mountains for that great treasure. But it seemed rather strange if thought about carefully.”

Granny Wind nodded; there was a meaningful look on her old face, “According to your observation, is there anything special about Lin Xun?”

Shie Yutang shook his head, “At that time, he was an insignificant boy at only the second level of Martial Ream. He was no different from a country bumpkin.”

Granny Wind seemed to discern some valuable information from his words. A cold ray flashed across her eyes, “More than a year ago, he was merely at the second level of Martial Realm, but now he is a Human-gang-Realm practitioner. His cultivation speed is somewhat incredible.”

Shie Yutang was also startled and realized that something was wrong with the situation. Was the bumpkin he saved a rare genius?

He was somewhat puzzled because even if Lin Xun was extremely gifted, he was not an eye-catching talent in the empire.

Why was senior Granny Wind so interested in Lin Xun? This was a really weird situation.

He couldn’t help but ask, “Granny Wind, what do you find special in this boy?”

Granny Wind’s muddy eyes were full of complex emotions. She looked at Lin Xun sitting and drinking in the middle of the hall through the screen, “It’s nothing. I just find this boy looks a little like an old friend...”

Shie Yutang frowned. He did not think that it was the real reason.

Granny Wind suddenly shook her head and sighed, “But it seems that I thought too much.”

Shie Yutang didn’t continue on this topic.

He was not interested in Lin Xun; a mere disciple of Mist City’s spiritual tattoo master could not arouse the curiosity of Young Sword King.

At this time, the screen was reflecting the dispute between Huang Jianxiong and Lin Xun, which attracted Granny Wind and Shie Yutang’s attention.

It was a usual thing for impulsive youngsters. But Lin Xun’s strong reaction surprised them. They did not expect the heir of Master Xun to have the courage to go against Huang Jianxiong.

When they heard Wen Mingxiu admit themselves as inferior to Lin Xun, they realized that he was not just a spiritual tattooist, but also a powerful practitioner.

Of course, up to this point, they still believed that Lin Xun should not be as good as Huang Jianxiong, a descendant of the aristocratic family.

After all, Huang Jianxiong was undoubtedly a first-class expert in Human-gang Realm though he looked brutish and foppish.

But what happened next was beyond the expectations of both Granny Wind and Shie Yutang. With only two punches, Lin Xun had defeated Huang Jianxiong.

“Good boxing! It is evident that it has been honed by numerous bloody battles and has acquired its own unique aura!” Granny Wind commented.

“Yes, he is good. His fighting style is unique and seems to be somewhat similar to the training methods used in the Bloodthirsty Camp of the Empire.” Shie Yutang continued his analysis, “Attack the enemy simply and directly. He can’t have such a fighting style without countless cruel combats.”

Granny Wind looked at him with a slight surprise. “You know the Bloodthirsty Camp too?”

Shie Yutang turned silent.

At this moment, the expression of Granny Wind suddenly changed, “Bloody Spirit-Piercing Crossbow! Huang Jianxiong is so bold!”

...

In the hall.

The atmosphere was deadly silent. Only Huang Jianxiong was laughing fiercely.

Those descendants from Forbidden City frowned, while Wen Mingxiu and others looked uncertain and felt cold in their hearts.

Bloody Spirit-Piercing Crossbow!

It was made by Imperial Academy of Spiritual Implements and was known for its fierce and vicious nature. Because of its complex refining process and rare spiritual materials it required, the production was very low.

A spiritual weapon like this was worth more than ten thousand gold coins but simply couldn’t be bought with money due to its rarity.

Nobody foresaw that in this sudden outbreak of conflict, Huang Jianxiong would so brutally use Bloody Spirit-Piercing Crossbow!

Lin Xun stood upright at this time. Everyone knew that although he looked alive, his spirit must have exploded under the assault of piercing needles; he was no different than a dead man now!

Wen Mingxiu, Qi Yunxiao and Yuan Shu might have hated Lin Xun in their hearts, but they were not happy at all to witness his death at this time.

They remembered the warnings of seniors in their clans in the past few days and the mysterious posts of Heiyao Shrine...

However, for those young guys from the Forbidden City, killing Lin Xun was an insignificant thing. They were just somewhat surprised by Huang Jianxiong’s fierceness.

Only Huang Jianxiong was excited in his heart. He walked up to Lin Xun with a cruel smile and triumphantly thundered, “Bastard, if I don’t kill you, will I have any face left? It’s too naive and ridiculous for you to use the name of Granny Wind to coerce me!”

With that, he stretched out his hand and patted Lin’s face, trying to humiliate Lin who should have died.

Before his fingertips touched Lin Xun’s face, Lin opened his eyes abruptly.

His deep dark pupils were full of frigid and indifferent color.

What was wrong?

Huang Jianxiong’s expression changed sharply. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he felt a touch on his wrist and his arm was twisted off at once. His face contorted with pain.

Everyone at the scene widened their eyes and were shocked. Lin Xun had not died in the attack of the piercing needles! Immediately, they saw him pick up Huang Jianxiong’s body and hurl it on the ground.

Bang!

The ground shook for a moment. Huang Jianxiong came into close contact with the hard ground. His nose and mouth bled while his bones cracked with a crackling sound.

The crowd was shivering all over. Just by listening to the voice, they knew the excruciating pain Huang Jianxiong must be suffering.

“Bastard! I’m going to kill you—!”

Huang Jianxiong shrieked in a bitter and aching voice.

At this moment, Lin Xun was thoroughly enraged. He appeared indifferent and calm on the surface, but his mind was swarming with violent and bloody thoughts.

If it were not for his quick reflexes and timely use of the MeditatingMagic to resolve the crisis, the consequences would have been unbearable.

In other words, this was the first time that he had felt a fatal threat. For this kind of enemy who wanted to kill him, Lin Xun wouldn’t be merciful.

Bang!

He held Huang’s body and slammed it into the ground once again. Huang Jianxiong screamed while twitching all over and foaming at the mouth. He finally shut his eyes in pain and fainted.

Seeing Lin Xun’s behavior, many of the young guys from the Forbidden City who had already regained their composure yelled loudly, “Stop!”

However, Lin Xun simply ignored them and picked up Huang Jianxiong’s body once more. If Huang was smashed one more time, he might really die.

Those young men from the Forbidden City lost their color and rushed towards him.

Even Wen Mingxiu, Qi Yunxiao and others couldn’t help but feel numb. Some of them couldn’t sit still. If Huang Jianxiong—a descendant of an aristocratic family—died, the consequences would be dreadful!

Whoosh!

At this critical moment, a green figure appeared out of nowhere. At the same time, a blue sword had arrived at Lin Xun’s neck.

The sword was as blue as the sea, filled with a clear and vast spirit. Although it was motionless, it had an overwhelming killing aura, which made Lin Xun’s skin react with a layer of goosebumps.

Lin Xun dared not move again at this moment.

He looked at the person in front of him. It was Shie Yutang!

Shie’s eyes were full of indifference and filled with wisps of sword shadows, exuding a forceful pressure. His whole being was like a world-class sword with a sharp edge soaring into the sky!

“Put him down.”

Shie Yutang’s voice was calm, but infused with an indisputable authority.

Lin Xun had not a shred of doubt that if he dared to disobey even a little, Shie Yutang would not hesitate to pierce his throat.

Seeing this, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief. The young guys from the Forbidden City were more relaxed and looked at Lin Xun with hatred and contempt.

Lin Xun stared at Shie Yutang quietly with his calm black eyes. Nobody could sense the fury and hatred he had in his heart at the moment.

But in the end, he suddenly smiled and said, “Alright, I promise not to kill him. Anyway, you have saved my life once. I need to return this favor.”

With that, he shook his hand and threw Huang Jianxiong, who had already been unconscious.

Shie Yutang rebuked coldly, “Always remember: if I can save you, I can also kill you. I hope you won’t try to challenge my bottom line, little ant. It’s bound to be the death of you if you’re over-confident!”

With the warning, Shie Yutang put away the sword and no longer looked at Lin Xun. He turned and sat back in his position.

Lin Xun laughed silently and also sat back in his place as if nothing had happened. He reached out and touched his throat. His fingertips swept some dark-red drops of blood.

Lin was hurt by Shie Yutang’s sword just now. Although it had only pierced the skin and he did not even feel pain, in his eyes, these blood drops appeared so dazzling.

He put his finger on his lips and licked it. The blood was on the tip of his tongue. It was like a mark branded at the bottom of his heart, so that Lin Xun would never forget this feeling in his life.