Chapter 93: Flames Burn the Enemy

When he said he was from the Ye family, the dwarf involuntarily puffed out his chest, as if suddenly gaining protection, his voice growing firmer—clearly, he had great confidence in the reputation of the Ye family of Qin Ye Ridge. WWW.feiazw.COM

Seeing the dwarf’s courage suddenly swell, Han Li knew the Qin Ye Ridge Ye family must be a renowned cultivation clan.

Yet if this man had such a powerful clan as his backing, why had he been so panicked at first? This suggested he was either lying to him, or else a negligible nobody within his own family, whose life or death no one cared about.

In a brief moment, Han Li made his judgment and concluded that eliminating this man would bring him little risk.

This deduction completely dispelled his last lingering hesitation; the killing intent in his heart intensified further.

After all, a cultivator whose spiritual power was inferior to his own and whose behavior was so foolish was rare indeed! Even without this deadly confrontation, Han Li would never let such a perfect prey come to him unclaimed. Judging by the dwarf’s words and manner, he was no good-hearted soul—Han Li had no reason to hesitate.

“The Ye family of Qin Ridge? That famed Ye family?” Han Li feigned astonishment, as if unable to believe it.

Since this man dared to invoke that name as leverage, he must be well-known among cultivators, Han Li thought to himself.

“Exactly—that Ye family. Brother, since you know the name of the Ye family, surely you won’t deliberately make things difficult for me!” The dwarf, pleased by the effect of his bluff, raised his voice considerably.

“The Ye family?…” Han Li pretended to hesitate, scratching his scalp, his expression one of helpless indecision.

Seeing this, the dwarf secretly rejoiced and immediately began pleading and threatening in tandem, rattling the drum of desperation, terrified the situation might turn against him.

“How about this—I’ll take you to meet one of our clan elders, and let them decide how to handle you, what do you say?” Han Li said, as if reluctantly considering the option.

“No need for such trouble! This is a minor matter—if you, sir, must consult your elders over something so small, you’ll leave a bad impression and severely harm your future prospects!” The dwarf, startled, quickly feigned concern and hurried to dissuade him.

At this moment, Jin Guang Shangren had completely come to regard Han Li as an inexperienced youth, naive to the world. He assumed Han Li was a disciple who had spent his youth in strict clan cultivation and had only recently ventured into the mortal realm for trial—this explained why such a young man possessed such deep spiritual power.

“Thank you for your advice, brother!” Han Li appeared deeply moved. After lowering his head in thought, he reached into his robe and pulled out the talisman bearing the small sword.

“We’ve only just met, yet you’ve shown such thoughtfulness toward me—then I shall return this treasure as it is!” Han Li said sincerely, a trace of reluctance still lingering in his expression.

The dwarf was overjoyed—he never expected this young man to be so naive as to return the treasure he had already seized.

Without further thought, fearing Han Li might change his mind, he quickly formed a hand seal, waved his hand, and the golden barrier around him shattered and vanished completely. He then reached out eagerly to grasp the talisman, boldly saying, “Since you’re so sincere, I won’t refuse!”

Just as the dwarf’s hand was about to close around the talisman, Han Li’s expression suddenly changed—he stared in shock at the dwarf’s back and cried out, “Clan Chief! How could you have come here in person!”

At these words, the dwarf trembled violently, forgetting the treasure entirely, and spun around in panic.

He froze—behind him, there was nothing but silence, no one there.

“Damn it!” Even the dumbest man would realize he’d been tricked now. Before he could even turn fully, he felt a searing heat in his chest, then his vision turned crimson—his body burst into roaring flames, and in an instant, the dwarf was reduced to ashes.

Only then did Han Li exhale slowly, drawing back his hand that had just fired the tiny fireball. Though the entire process seemed simple—killing the dwarf with a mere “Fireball Spell”—it had required considerable thought and real pressure. The smooth success of this ambush filled him with quiet relief, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Jia Tianlong, Wang Juechu, and the others had witnessed everything clearly—but they understood nothing of what had happened. Because Han Li and the dwarf had spoken in hushed tones to avoid being overheard, the onlookers, too far away, could not hear a word.

All they knew was that the dwarf had seemed afraid upon seeing Han Li, then pleaded with him repeatedly; finally, they saw Han Li seize the moment when the dwarf turned his head, conjuring a tiny fireball out of thin air and effortlessly burning the Wild Wolf Gang’s great patron—Jin Guang Shangren—to a pile of white ash.

Jia Tianlong’s mouth now tasted bitter—so bitter it reached his lungs and heart. What had happened? The situation had been so favorable, yet after this insignificant Qixuan Sect disciple appeared, everything collapsed beyond repair. Even Jin Guang Shangren, a cultivator, had been reduced to ashes by a single flame.

Wang Juechu, naturally, felt the exact opposite of his rival. He gripped the hilt of his longsword tightly, his eyes blazing with excitement as he watched Han Li, crouched in an ungainly posture, scratching at the ground, his face flushed with fervor.

Han Li himself was also stirred—not by excitement, but by joy at having unearthed several items from the dwarf’s ashes that had survived the fire.

There were few items: one talisman, one token, and one book.

The talisman was the same one the dwarf had used to summon golden light and form the golden barrier. Though he didn’t yet know its incantation, Han Li was ecstatic—what he needed most right now was a means of defense.

The token was a black triangular plaque, one side inscribed with two golden ancient seal characters: “Sheng Xian,” the other with a single silver character: “Ling.” The plaque didn’t feel like metal, yet it was heavy—its purpose unknown.

As for the book, Han Li had assumed that since it survived the “Fireball Spell,” it must be no ordinary item—but after flipping through a few pages, he discovered it was merely a genealogy, a clan record of the Qin surname. He had no idea why the dwarf had carried it so closely, or what connection it had to Jin Guang Shangren.

“This dwarf claimed to be from the Ye family, yet carried a Qin clan genealogy—could he be some secret bastard of the Ye family?” Han Li, bitterly disappointed, speculated with malicious intent.

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