Chapter Eighty-Three: Battle Against the Sun Family Brothers

The crowd around the Myriad Delicacies Inn watched Lu Han and the Sun brothers intently.

This young man, who appeared to be only at the Eighth Stage of Postnatal Realm, had actually drawn his sword and was now pointing it at the three Sun brothers.

Everyone knew that no matter who the Sun brothers faced, they always acted together. Even those at the Ninth Stage of Postnatal Realm were reluctant to provoke them.

“I wonder if he’s just a naïve youth unafraid of tigers, or if he truly possesses some extraordinary skill?” someone mused.

“What does it matter to us? Just sit back and watch the show,” another replied, folding his arms, only interested in the entertainment.

“Boy, do you realize the consequences of what you just said?” The eldest Sun brother’s voice was cold and menacing.

In this Peaceful Town on the outskirts of the Chaotic Soul Plains, innate cultivators were almost unheard of. If there were any, they were just passing through and never stayed. Here, those at the Ninth Stage of Postnatal Realm were the most powerful existence.

The three Sun brothers had fled to the Chaotic Soul Plains after killing a city lord’s son during a dispute in their previous city. Here in Peaceful Town, they’d managed to carve out a thriving existence.

Since perfecting his “Heavenly Raiment” technique, Lu Han had never fought with his full strength. According to Old Man Ling, Lu Han was now capable of challenging even a beginner Innate Realm opponent. Lu Han himself wanted to test his abilities before venturing deeper into the plains.

He was just looking for a formidable opponent, and the Sun brothers had presented themselves at the perfect moment.

“You little wretch, I’ll kill you!” The second Sun brother, known for his bad temper, could no longer contain himself at Lu Han’s tone.

“Second brother, is it really necessary for you to act? Let me handle this. You and big brother just back me up,” said the third Sun brother.

Though Lu Han was already at the Eighth Stage of Postnatal Realm at his age, the third brother didn’t believe he would be inferior to Lu Han, being at the same stage. After years of surviving in Peaceful Town, he doubted this greenhorn had more combat experience than he did.

“Kid, I was just going to make you hand over your storage ring and kowtow a few times to us and let it go. Now, even if you kneel and beg, you won’t escape,” the third brother sneered, drawing his saber.

“Wait,” Lu Han suddenly said.

“Regretting it now, are you? Too late!” the third brother snarled, his grin cruel.

“Who said anything about regret? Let’s take this outside. I wouldn’t want to damage the inn’s property when I injure you,” Lu Han replied seriously.

“You’re looking for death!” The third brother couldn’t hold back any longer, swinging his saber at Lu Han’s waist.

With a leap, Lu Han vaulted onto a table, pushed off with sudden force, and soared over the third brother’s head.

“Come, I’ll be waiting for you outside,” Lu Han said calmly as he landed.

“Boss, time to settle the bill,” he called.

“Settle up, settle up,” echoed the others. No one was interested in eating anymore; they hurried to pay and watch the outcome.

The streets of Peaceful Town were fairly wide.

In the middle of the broad street, a young man stood with an ancient longsword, pointing it directly at his opponent.

By now, word had spread throughout Peaceful Town: a young newcomer to the Chaotic Soul Plains had caught the attention of the Sun brothers and was now facing them on the main street.

The entire street was packed with spectators.

A sword hummed. Lu Han was the first to make a move.

“How long do you think this kid can last?” one onlooker asked.

“His aura’s only at the Eighth Stage of Postnatal Realm. These family disciples usually lack combat experience. I give him less than fifty breaths before he loses,” his companion replied, stroking his chin.

Most in the crowd agreed. They’d seen plenty of such young heirs sneak into the Chaotic Soul Plains, only to remain there forever.

The Bilu Sword in Lu Han’s hand emitted a white, icy aura, flashing like lightning as it stabbed toward the third Sun brother.

The third brother’s face was twisted with scorn—such speed was no threat to him.

Clang!

Steel rang against steel as the third brother’s saber met the Bilu Sword. But as the blades met, a chill shot through the third brother’s hand, nearly making him drop his weapon.

“This boy’s got something strange about him,” he thought, startled.

Lu Han seized the momentum, channeling his inner energy into his feet. Wherever he stepped, a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.

The third brother was still reeling when Lu Han’s sword struck at him again. He barely managed to parry.

This time, Lu Han unleashed the full strength of his body. Since mastering “Heavenly Raiment,” not only had the defensive power of his energy-woven outer garment greatly increased, but his physical strength and resilience were nearing the level of the First Stage Innate Realm.

Though he used no martial techniques, Lu Han’s strike was overwhelmingly powerful.

With a dull thud, the third Sun brother was sent flying, crashing to the ground and coughing up blood.

“You…” the third brother tried to speak, pointing at Lu Han.

“Third brother!”

“Third brother!”

The eldest and second Sun brothers rushed to his side to help him up.

The crowd erupted into a frenzy.

Two exchanges! In just two moves, Lu Han had left his equal, the third Sun brother, spitting blood.

No one looked at Lu Han with disdain anymore.

Wherever the strong walk, they command respect.

“Where did this kid come from?” someone whispered.

“He seems about my level, but he beat the third Sun brother in two exchanges. That third brother may be a scoundrel, but he has some real strength,” another remarked.

“He’s strong, but he’s showing too much. I fear the eldest brother will step in soon,” someone else said jealously.

The eldest Sun brother stared at Lu Han in astonishment. “No wonder you’re so confident. You’re not ordinary, but since you’ve hurt my brother, you’ll never leave Peaceful Town alive.” His voice grew colder with every word.

Never before had the Sun brothers suffered such a loss. The third brother, in particular, had never been so thoroughly beaten—especially in front of his elder brothers, and by a young man at the same cultivation.

“What goes around comes around,” Lu Han said with a shrug, unfazed by the eldest brother’s wrath.

“Well said! I almost admire you. But you’ll regret it soon enough,” the eldest replied.

“Funny, your third brother said the same thing—and now he’s lying on the ground.”

The crowd looked at the eldest brother with odd expressions. This was a slap in the face, and in front of all Peaceful Town, no less.

“You’ve truly enraged me! Now, face the consequences!” the eldest Sun brother roared, drawing his saber.

The crowd quickly scattered. Anyone who’d spent time in Peaceful Town knew that when the eldest Sun brother lost his temper, it was best to keep your distance.

Last time, a waiter at the Myriad Delicacies Inn had been tied up and dragged through the streets by the brothers for merely speaking out of turn, dying in a wretched state. A passerby who dared to voice pity was killed on the spot.

In the Chaotic Soul Plains, compassion could be fatal.

Lu Han smiled faintly and beckoned with a finger. “Bring your second brother, too. Alone, you’re not enough.”

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