Chapter 60: Meeting an Old Acquaintance Again

Liu San and the others were stunned. They had never seen the Middle-aged Scholar wear such an expression. Liu San's eyes flickered, and he rubbed his palms together, subtly moving a few steps toward Wang Lin's location. He said in a deep voice, "Sir, what happened to this young brother? Has he also been implicated by us and incurred a Bloody Calamity?"

Wang Lin's expression was calm. He glanced indifferently at the Middle-aged Scholar and remained silent. Situ Nan's unhurried voice reached his ear.

"This little brat is somewhat interesting. His Physiognomy technique has some skill, and it's quite profound for Mortals, but for us Cultivators, it's just showing off one's meager skill before an expert. I just transmitted all my memories of slaughtering sects and families to him. Heh heh, that's why he couldn't handle it."

In just that short moment, the Middle-aged Scholar was drenched in sweat. The look he directed at Wang Lin was no longer indifferent; it was filled with deep reverence. Hearing Liu San's words, he quickly waved his hand and said, "It has nothing to do with the young… young brother. The young brother's future prospects are immeasurable. My Physiognomy technique is rudimentary; I cannot see through him… I cannot see through him." After speaking, he bowed repeatedly, his face full of bitterness.

The scene he had just witnessed had completely shocked him. It was practically an Asura Hell, a sea of corpses and mountains of blood. Moreover, everyone there was clearly not a Mortal; they could fly through the sky and tunnel through the earth, capable of anything. The Middle-aged Scholar had studied his family's inherited Physiognomy technique since childhood, was widely experienced, and knew deeply that Immortals existed in the world. Once involved in such matters, there was a risk of death.

Liu San frowned, just about to speak, when suddenly a miserable scream came from afar. A large human head arced through the air, thrown from a distance, rolled a few times upon landing, and stopped near the campfire.

Liu San's expression changed drastically. He recognized this person as a Guard from the Escort Agency responsible for patrolling the surroundings, and he immediately stood up abruptly.

Yang Sen grabbed the head, clenched his fist, and cried out hoarsely, "Er Gou, I swear I will avenge you!"

At this moment, all the Escort Agency Guards drew their weapons and looked around, brimming with Killing Intent.

The Black-faced Big Man stood beside Liu San, his eyes sharp, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Which hero has come here? You lack basic manners!"

"Jie jie," a sinister laugh drifted over. Following a rustling sound, dozens of Black-clothed Figures crawled out from the ground all around, dusting the sand off their bodies while coldly staring at the people of the Mighty Escort Agency.

"Mountain-Splitting Palm Liu San, hand over the goods, and we will leave immediately. Otherwise, not a single person here will be spared." A withered, skinny old man slowly walked out from among the Black-clothed Figures.

Liu San's face was solemn like water. He growled, "I wondered who it was. So it's you, Vulture Song Xing."

The old man gave a sinister "jie jie" laugh and said darkly, "Surname Liu, you shouldn't lie in front of an Immortal Master. Your Mighty Escort Agency is openly transporting Red Goods this time, but secretly you are bringing back a Ginseng that has survived for five hundred years. If you hand this item over, you can ensure your safety. Don't implicate everyone hiding here for the sake of mere external possessions."

Liu San frowned and looked at the people around him, thinking internally, "How does this Vulture Song Xing know I'm hiding the Ginseng? It seems there must be a Spy among our group." Thinking of this, his gaze suddenly swept over Wang Lin, and he sneered.

He gave the Black-faced Big Man a look, then walked out a few steps himself, clenched his fist, and said in a deep voice, "Don't say I don't have this 'ge zi' Ginseng; even if I did, with your martial arts, Song Xing, could you really snatch it from my hands?"

The Black-faced Big Man understood immediately and quietly moved behind Wang Lin.

Wang Lin frowned. Suddenly, the Middle-aged Scholar stepped forward, blocking the Black-faced Big Man, and shouted, "What are you doing? This young brother is not a Spy."

The Black-faced Big Man was startled, just about to speak.

Just then, Vulture Song Xing laughed loudly and shouted, "Surname Liu, I can't beat you, but today, our Great Leader is taking action personally. You are dead for sure." After speaking, he retreated a few steps and yelled, "Respectfully welcoming the Great Leader's arrival!" As he spoke, he immediately prostrated himself on the ground, his demeanor extremely respectful.

Looking at the Black-clothed Figures all around, every single one of them had a fanatical expression, prostrating themselves on the ground, and following Song Xing's lead, they loudly chanted, "Respectfully welcoming the Great Leader's arrival!"

A cold voice suddenly came from all directions: "Hand over the Ginseng, or die!" As soon as the words fell, a fist-sized Fireball suddenly appeared from the shadows. Carrying intense heat, it instantly struck an Escort Agency Guard. The Guard didn't even have time to scream before he, along with the weapon in his hand, immediately turned into a pile of black charcoal.

In that instant, everyone in the Escort Agency was stunned. Some even failed to grip their weapons, which clattered onto the ground.

Yang Sen's eyes showed horror, and he cried out, "Wha… What kind of Hidden Weapon is this?"

Heatwaves continuously emanated from the pile of black charcoal. The hair of the surrounding Guards curled up, showing signs of being scorched.

Liu San also wore a look of shock. Instinctively, he retreated a few steps, staring blankly at the pile of black charcoal on the ground, unable to speak for a long time.

Fear flashed in the Black-faced Big Man's eyes. He tremblingly said, "Immortal… Immortal Spell?" Speaking of the Black-faced Big Man, he had undergone testing by an Immortal Cultivation School when he was young. After being eliminated, he entered the Jianghu. Those childhood memories deeply affected him, and seeing the Fireball Spell now, he immediately made the connection.

Song Xing looked triumphant and loudly declared, "That's right! Our Great Leader is an Immortal! Why aren't you quickly handing over the Ginseng?"

All the Escort Agency members looked toward Liu San, their eyes revealing pleading looks. If the opponents were Mortals, they would still have the courage to fight, but the opponent was an Immortal! In this instant, these men lost all will to fight.

Liu San's face was bitter. Just as he was about to speak, three more Fireballs silently appeared, hovering motionless in mid-air.

Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and his interest was piqued. Judging by the power of this Fireball Spell, the caster definitely did not exceed the third layer of the Qi Condensation stage. He rubbed his chin, swept his Divine Sense out, and immediately detected the caster on a large tree not far away.

"Oh?" Wang Lin was startled. The caster was about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, with a cultivation at the Peak of the second layer of the Qi Condensation stage, seemingly ready to Breakthrough into the third layer at any moment. The young man's expression was gloomy, and his face was marred by several deep scars, making him look quite ferocious at first glance, but the more Wang Lin looked, the more familiar he seemed.

The Middle-aged Scholar sighed and said, "Old Liu, hand it over. Even if the Boss finds out, he won't blame us. The opponent is an Immortal; how can we Mortals resist?"

Liu San hesitated, then reluctantly and carefully took out a palm-sized Brocade Box from his robes and placed it on the ground.

As soon as the Brocade Box landed, it suddenly floated up. It did not fly toward the opponents but instead flew backward, where Wang Lin grabbed it in his hand.