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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nYu Wenjin’s house, outside of Si Shui county…

nA black Audi pulled over quietly in front of the house, and a young and refined-looking man emerged from the car.

nThis young man looked like he was in his twenties. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and his pale smooth skin suggested that he never worked one day in the field. Although he looked polite and well-mannered, he carried a repulsive eerieness about him.

n“Young Master, Zhang Ben had just sent us a message. He said that Master Chen kidnaped him and Granny Snake to here.” A ghostly looking old man said in a husky voice.

n“Humph! Master Chen?” displeasure flickered in the young man’s eyes. “He is just a country hill billy from Jing Bei. He stood no chance against the Ghost Witch Sect. I will let him taste the pain of ten thousand ghosts gnawing at his heart.”

n“Such an arrogant fool. He would never imagine your power, my lord.”

nThe ghostly old man replied as fear flashed across his face.

nHe had seen the art of Gnawing of Ten Thousand Ghosts in action, and it was more terrifying than watching the cruelest punishment on earth.

nAlthough the old man had never met Master Chen before, the promise of seeing the sadistic art again filled the old man’s heart with regret and pity for Master Chen.

n“Tong Shan, Let’s go.”

nThe young man waved at someone inside the car, and a brawny brut emerged out from the back seats. Even the extra large size suit the man was wearing didn’t seem to be able to encase his enormous muscles fully. The fabric of the suit was stretched out so much that it was going to rip open at the seem. The man was about two meters tall, and his arm was one size bigger than the average human’s thigh. His hulking frame made him stand out like an iron pagoda.

nThe suit he was wearing was blotched with stains from blood; some were still fresh.

nThe brute’s face was expressionless and eyes lifeless. He grunted a reply and trailed behind the Young Master.

nThe three walked slowly toward the house. When they were only five meters away, the young master suddenly announced.

n“Master Chen, Lord Bai, we are here. Come out and meet us.”

nYu Wenjin’s house was located outside of the town and was surrounded by only farmlands and bushes. Therefore, there were no onlookers that the crowd had to worry about. They watched as the red gate of the house cracked open, and Zhang Ben emerged from the other side. As soon as he saw the young man, he lowered his head submissively and said: “Young Master, they are all inside waiting for you.”

n“Humph. Conceited fools! ” The Young Master grunted.

nAlthough he looked like he was in his twenties, he is actually in his forties. However, he had never been looked down upon once in his entire life, except for today.

nAs fire sprouted out inside of his heart, the Young Master walked past the gate and arrived at a large courtyard. He was greeted by Granny Snake, Yu Wenjin, Bai Wuji and the two disciples of Master Cui.

nThe crowd surrounded a table and two chairs. Chen Fan was sitting in one of the chairs while sipping on a cup of tea.

nThe Young Master closed in, and the first thing he did was examine Yu Wenjin from head to toe. Satisfied with what he saw, he sat down in the other armchair. He cracked a smile and then said:

n“I wager you are the Master Chen of Jiang Bei? What a strapping young lad!

n“I believe there is a misunderstanding between us. I have no quarrel with anyone in the Jing Bei region. If you hand over the girl and the white-haired one, I will offer my alliance. I have heard that Master Chen is a smart man, and you must know which one is more important to you: a useless girl or a powerful ally?”

nYu Wenjin’s tightened her body at first sight of the Young Master. Hearing his cold-hearted bargain, she felt fear shoot through her mind. She held onto Chen Fan’s sleeve and squeezed it to overcome her terror. Bai Wuji furrowed his brows and looked concernedly at Chen Fan.

nChen Fan said, really: “Who told you to sit down?”

n“Excuse me?” The Young Master’s smile was frozen on his face.

n“I might spare your family’s life if you kneel before me and accept your punishment.” Chen Fan said lightly as he rubbed a finger playfully along the surface of the clay teacup.

n“Your are courting death!” Before the Young Master could say a word, the ghostly old man shouted.

n“Master Chen!”

nThe Young Master pulled a taut face and then said coldly.

n“I respected you, and I was hoping you would do the same. Who do you think you are? You are not even worthy of sitting at the same table with me!

n“You are just a country hillbilly from Jiang Bei. Do you think you are so tough with that Martial Arts skill? I have lost count of how many martial artists I have killed.”

n“Well, if you say so. I will have to do away with you.” Chen Fan shook his head and lamented.

n“Humph!”

nThe Young Master could no longer hold back his anger. He slammed the table and shouted: “Tong Shan!”

nThe hulking frame that had been standing lifelessly behind him all the while suddenly moved with nearly mechanical efficiency. He opened up his arms and then closed it around Chen Fan’s head like an iron clamp. His hands were the size of a basketball, and if his strike landed on Chen Fan’s head, it would smash through Chen Fan’s brain like through a watermelon.

n“How dare you!”

nBai Wuji shouted.

nHe murmured a spell as a flame burst into life on his palm. The flame quickly turned into a longe whip as it flew at the brute. Bai Wuji’s strike had hit home, and the falling whip set the brut on fire, turning him into a giant human torch.

nThe black suit that wrapped around Tong Shan’s body was quickly burned away, and the fire started to eat the man’s flesh. However, Tong Shan didn’t seem to mind the pain. He formed a fist and punched at Bai Wuji.

nDespite his ponderous weight, Tong Shan’s attack had the same efficiency as that of a grandmaster. His fists sprung into action like a loaded spring being released. Bai Wuji gasped and bent backward to roll away from the danger.

n“What is going on?”

nYu Wenjin exclaimed.

nThe brawny man was still engulfed by flame. Fire ate away his shirt and hair; however, when it met the man’s bronze colored flesh, it quickly died out due to lack of fuel. It was as if the brutish man’s skin was made out of implantable metal.

nWhen Tong Shan reemerged from the fire, he looked more like a lifeless killing machine than human.

n“This is the Young Master’s secret cadaver-refining art: Bronze Armored Cadaver. It was one of the three deadliest Cadaver-Refining art in China, along with the Iron Cadaver and the Blood Cadaver.”

nBai Wuji managed to pick himself up and said heavily.

n“Bingo.”

nThe young master stood up and said: “Tong Shan used to be a powerful martial artist in southeast Asia. Years ago, he offended me, and in return, I have made him into a Bronze Armored Cadaver using my secret art.”

n“Do you see his muscles? It’s not flesh under the skin, its pure bronze. I gave him immeasurable strength and nearly indestructible body. He knows no pain nor exhaustion and can fight for me forever. No ordinary martial artist can stand a chance against him. He would be a headache even for a Transcendent Master.”

nSo saying, he linked his hand behind his back and looked to Chen Fan.”What do you think now, Master Chen?”

nEveryone’s heart sank after hearing the power of the giant freak.

nHe had poured melted bronze into a body and turned the cadaver into a walking killing machine.

nThis was the most morbid and terrible thing the crowd had ever heard.

nEven Granny Snake started to doubt her decision of handing Xiao Jin over to such a sadistic man. Yu Wenjin leaned against Chen Fan to support herself as her legs trembled uncontrollably.

n“What do you think, Master Chen?”

nBai Wuji was getting anxious. The fire bending skills were all that’s under his disposal. Since it was useless against the metal freak, he suddenly was not sure what to do next.

n“It’s just a worthless cadaver-refining art. You are so full of yourself.”

nChen Fan snorted and then shook his head disdainfully.

nHe gently lifted his left arm, and suddenly a giant bone whip appeared out of thin air. Every section of the whip was made out of white jade. The bones wheezed in the hair as the whip-lash rolled over and withered like a python toward the Young Master.

nIn the blurred shadow of the sweeping whip, people could vaguely see a giant snake snarling at the sky.

n“Dharma Artifact!”

nThe Young Master’s face paled.

nHe tapped the ground with the tip of his toe and flipped backward to get out of harm’s way. The ghostly old man was not so lucky before he knew what was going on, the whip had caught and sliced through his waist.

nTong Shan didn’t evade the attack either. He growled like a beast and crossed his arms to cushion the frontal blow.

n“Kaboom!”

nTong Shan’s giant body flew into the air like baseball during a home run. It rammed into and through the wall, leaving a giant hole behind.

nEveryone was stunned by the development.

nHalf of the courtyard was turned into rubble by Chen Fan’s one sweeping attack.

nAfter the dust settled, everyone saw a large crack on the ground extending from under Chen Fan’s feet to the outside of the courtyard wall, where the Bronze Armored Cadaver was laying on the ground. Both arms of the Bronze Armored Cadaver were broken off from its body, and a large wound cut deeply into his metallic flesh from head to toe. However, the spell that bound the sorry soul to the bronze armored husk spurred the monster to get up but failing at each trial.

n“This. This..”

nBai Wuji was rendered speechless.

nWasn’t Master Chen just an Internal Force user? How on earth could he have gotten such a powerful Dharma Artifact?

nTong Shan weighed over a few hundred kilos, and he was blown away by Chen Fan’s attack as a baseball would by a baseball bat. He estimated that the amount of force in Chen Fan’s attack should be enough to cut a big bus in half.

nZhang Ben eyes rounded and gaped at Chen Fan in disbelief. He watched as the Young Master who he had revered so much got his ass kicked. Granny Snake started to wonder if she had placed her loyalty in the wrong place.

nAfter a while, the Young Master finally gathered himself and seeing how badly his fighter was beaten, he threw his head back and shouted at the top of his lungs: “I will CRUSH you!”

nThen he produced a bone flute and started blowing it.

n“Shit, stop him. right now!”

nBai Wuji’s face paled. He wanted to throw himself at the Young Master, but it was already too late. A long and archaic note came out from the flute, evoking a wave of howlings from countless phantoms in its wake.

nSuddenly, dark clouds blotted the sun, and the courtyard was quickly engulfed by the Ghost Realm.

nThere they were: the March of a hundred Phantoms and the Gnawings of Ten Thousand Ghosts on full display.

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