Chapter Sixteen: Lin Feitian

Chu Han had nowhere left to dodge; countless blades pierced his body, leaving him riddled with wounds, blood flowing freely from each gash. Witnessing this, the surrounding death warriors finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were just about to withdraw when events unfolded far beyond their comprehension.

“Heh, the death warriors from the Lantian Camp are indeed formidable. If not for the system, I might have perished here today,” Chu Han’s lips curled into a faint smile as he raised his head, his face betraying no sign of impending death. His body bore at least a dozen wounds, several of them mortal. The death warriors’ eyes widened in disbelief; they simply could not fathom how a man so grievously wounded could still mock them with such vigor.

Chu Han himself knew well: as long as he had the system, he was immortal. He called this the Undying Body; these wounds meant nothing to the system. In the next moment, Chu Han exerted himself, tearing free from the net restraining him, then charged into the crowd. None could withstand the force of his fists and kicks. In only five minutes, all the death warriors lay unconscious or dead upon the ground.

By then, Chu Han’s wounds were already healing, his flesh restored as if he had never been harmed. After finishing this, Chu Han set out alone toward Jingyuan City. The power struggle at Lantian Camp was none of his concern; he wanted no part in it, so long as it did not affect the Tang family’s forge.

It was now the first year of the Wanfa Era, the fourteenth day of the first month. There were only a few days left before the arrival of the Hongmeng Realm, and everything Chu Han did was in preparation for that journey.

When he returned to Jingyuan City, night had already fallen. The city bustled with crowds, and Chu Han shook his head in resignation. Just then, he noticed people frantically surging in one direction. Such scenes only occurred when something significant happened. Curious, he stopped a man to ask what was going on.

“You haven’t heard? The Lin family has sent people to the Tang family’s forge—word is, the family head himself is leading them. He wants justice for his son and has surrounded the forge. I’m heading over to watch the excitement,” the man explained rapidly, then hurried off.

Chu Han froze, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. The Lin family’s audacity was astonishing—they truly dared to come knocking at his door.

At the Tang residence—

“Uncle Tang, are you all right?” Liu Qingli helped Tang Hao from the ground, her eyes blazing with anger as she stared at the middle-aged man before her.

The Liu family had long received word that the Lin family intended to move against the Tang family. Nevertheless, they chose to hold back, unwilling to provoke the Lin family unless absolutely necessary. After all, the Lin family had climbed high, forming connections with the young prince, and one misstep could spell disaster.

Thus, only Liu Qingli came alone. At this moment, the Tang residence was surrounded by Lin family members, and Tang Hao was coughing blood from their beating.

“Lin Feitian, must you truly go to such extremes? Don’t forget, General Sun Hao values the Tang family greatly. If anything happens, you will suffer the consequences,” Liu Qingli stood up, shouting boldly, undaunted by the men before her, embodying the spirit of a heroine.

Since the Lin family had come to make trouble, they were fully prepared. Lin Feitian, head of the Lin family, would not be intimidated by a mere girl.

“Heh, the Lantian Camp is in chaos now. Who knows if Sun Hao is dead or alive? Why should I fear him?” Lin Feitian looked at her with utter disdain, his expression shameless.

Liu Qingli was, of course, aware of the upheaval at Lantian Camp. Confronted by Lin Feitian’s retort, she fell silent.

“Heh, tear down the Tang family! They dared harm my son—this is the price!” Lin Feitian laughed wildly, and with his command, the Lin family men surged forward.

Liu Qingli tried to intervene, but their numbers were overwhelming. Though she was skilled, she could not handle so many at once.

“Grab that girl—she’s a nuisance!” Lin Feitian pointed at Liu Qingli, and immediately several men attacked her. Despite her abilities, Liu Qingli struggled against three or four attackers.

But in that instant, the men besieging Liu Qingli were all sent flying, blood spraying from their mouths, their fate uncertain.

A figure stood at the Tang family’s gate, clad in black, his face grim, murderous intent blazing in his eyes and chilling all who saw him.

“You will all die today.”

His words were ice-cold, freezing the very air around him—it was none other than Chu Han.

Upon hearing the news, Chu Han had rushed to the Tang residence, arriving just in time to see Liu Qingli surrounded. With urgency, he had acted without hesitation.

“Heh, Chu Han, you’ve finally appeared. I thought you’d fled. Perfect—since you crippled my son’s hands, I’ll break your limbs today!” Lin Feitian laughed wildly, drawing a large blade and striding forward.

Chu Han ignored him, instead turning to Liu Qingli, “Qingli, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, but be careful—they have too many people,” Liu Qingli shook her head. Chu Han had arrived just in time; she was unharmed, though she worried for him. Lin Feitian had brought dozens of strong men, and he himself had reached the ninth level of body refinement.

Chu Han’s lips curled in a faint smile; numbers meant nothing to him—they were but a rabble. As for Lin Feitian, he was not worth considering.

“Boy, come meet your death!” Lin Feitian shouted, swinging his blade toward Chu Han’s head. The force of his attack made even those nearby step back.

Chu Han shifted slightly, dodging the blow. Then, swift as lightning, he seized Lin Feitian’s wrist, and with a small effort, there was a sharp crack—Lin Feitian’s wrist was broken.

Before Lin Feitian could even cry out, Chu Han kicked him in the chest, sending him flying five meters, his chest bone shattered, blood pouring from his mouth.

“To challenge my Tang family, you, Lin Feitian, are not qualified. I will not kill you today—go back and bring your family’s patriarch. If you wish to destroy the Lin family, you must start with him,” Chu Han said coldly, like a death god risen from hell. None of the dozens of Lin family experts dared approach.

The Lin family men hurriedly supported the unconscious Lin Feitian, fleeing as fast as they could. To fight Chu Han was certain death.

As for sparing Lin Feitian, Chu Han had his reasons. He recalled that the Lin family’s old patriarch was still alive—a true expert. It was best to let them deliver the message; to truly dismantle the Lin family, one must target the patriarch.

With the matter thus resolved, everyone returned to the Tang family’s main hall. Tang Hao, struck by Lin Feitian’s palm, was fortunately not seriously injured and would recover in a few days.