A Sword at the Neck - A Sword at the Neck (1/2)

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.