Chapter 645: Lin Zhenshan, Have You Been Treating All of Us Like Fools?

Kunlun?

Lin Zhenhai's voice rose among the crowd with a neither light nor heavy tone, deliberately lowered yet just loud enough for a few nearby people to hear.

He looked at Lin Zhenshan's flushed face, and the cold smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.

He turned his body aside and whispered to the Lin Zhenyan beside him.

"Boss, has your brain gotten waterlogged? That girl Yan Qian, who studies medicine, why would she bow to some Kunlun? She's not even a cultivator; what could she do in a place like that?"

Lin Zhenyan kept smiling brightly, without replying.

His gaze fell on Lin Yanqian behind Lin Zhenshan, sizing up the niece in a light teal long dress, his eyes holding something indescribable.

On the other side of the crowd, Governor of Tianzhou Du Jianchuan's complexion had already darkened.

He stood among several officials, outwardly showing no sign of abnormality, still wearing the customary gentle smile of a courtier.

But deep within those sharp eyes, something was rapidly churning.

He knew all too well the weight of the word Kunlun.

Tianzhou is famed for its thriving commerce, and the Chairman of the Tianzhou Chamber of Commerce carries a prestige no less than that of a regional high official.

In recent years, Lin Zhenshan has been seeking greater influence in Tianzhou, even subtly extending a hand into the political arena.

Du Jianchuan had long regarded the Lin Family as a serious internal threat, suppressing them openly and covertly many times.

But now, the Lin family's daughter has actually entered the tutelage of Kunlun!

A being like Kunlun Immortal Mountain is the supreme holy site of the empire's cultivation world; even the Four Great Families of the Capital must show it a measure of deference.

If the Lin Family truly secured a link with Kunlun, how could Du Jianchuan continue to suppress them?

Damn! In the end, couldn't we stop the Lin Family's rise?

His gaze swept over the crowd, landing on Lin Zhenshan's spirited face, then glancing toward the depths of the main building behind Lin Zhenshan.

There a lamp still glowed there, its light soft, making it impossible to discern who sat inside.

Yet the apprehension in his heart deepened bit by bit, like a stone rolling down from a height, gaining speed and weight.

At that moment, Lin Zhenyan finally spoke.

He took two steps forward, standing before Lin Zhenshan, his face bearing that trademark beaming smile.

"Elder brother, being able to become a disciple of a Kunlun master, Yan Qian truly lives up to being the pride of our Lin Family!"

He first praised, his tone eager and sincere, leaving no fault to pick.

But immediately after, he shifted his tone; his voice remained gentle, yet the meaning took on a different flavor.

"However, elder brother, Kunlun is the foremost of all celestial mountains, and exceedingly mysterious; we ordinary mortals rarely even hear of it. Since today presents such an opportunity, could we invite that immortal master to appear, to open our eyes? So that we, who have never seen the world, may broaden our knowledge."

His words were airtight, neither questioning nor demanding, yet presented a reasonable request.

Those present, hearing this, nodded in agreement, many echoing, eager to see what the Kunlun master truly looked like.

Lin Zhenhai instantly grasped the third brother's meaning.

He immediately stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lin Zhenyan, letting out a cold laugh; his voice a few decibels louder than Lin Zhenyan's, laced with unabashed sarcasm and provocation.

"Indeed, elder brother, after all it's the Kunlun Immortal Mountain. No matter what, our Lin family is a Tianzhou tycoon, vast and prosperous. If a swindler shows up, we can have our Eldest branch keep watch, sparing you from mistakes. Otherwise, if you get duped, you'd only add to the comedy for free."

When those words were spoken, the surrounding air noticeably quieted.

The guests exchanged glances, some covertly scanning Lin Zhenshan, others whispering to each other.

Although Lin Zhenhai's words were harsh, many present couldn't help murmuring doubts.

How could a place like Kunlun possibly accept a woman who studies medicine?

Moreover, as far as they knew, Lin Yanqian wasn't even a cultivator, lacking even the most basic cultivation foundation.

There was indeed something fishy about it.

Lin Zhenshan's complexion darkened.

He stared at his second and third brothers, at those two figures standing before the crowd, perfectly synchronized as if rehearsed, his teeth grinding audibly.

He knew the second brother had harbored jealousy for years, constantly targeting and setting traps, but hadn't expected him to cause a scene today, in front of so many guests.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been too angry to speak.

But today was different; his niece was about to become a disciple of the Lord Martial Saint?

Although Lin Yanqian said she was only apprenticing under Jiang Feng to learn medicine!

But once one becomes a disciple of the Martial Saint, who cares what you study under him?

Can the Lord Martial Saint even be questioned by the two of you lowly dogs?

Lin Zhenshan was furious, but when he recalled Jiang Feng's nonchalant demeanor, his confidence instantly returned.

He looked at Lin Zhenhai's cold‑smiling face, his own mouth slowly curving into a similarly amused expression.

"Second brother, you need not worry."

"We've all witnessed that person's strength with our own eyes. Moreover, the Linghu Family's prominent figure guarantees it, so the identity cannot be in question. Since you all wish to see for yourselves…"

He paused briefly, turned, bowed slightly toward the main building, his voice taking on a more respectful tone.

"Lord Martial Saint, please appear!"

When those four words left Lin Zhenshan's mouth, the courtyard's atmosphere clearly shifted.

Du Jianchuan's brows knit sharply, his gaze instinctively turning toward the main building.

Martial Saint?

The Lin family didn't invite an ordinary Kunlun disciple, but a Martial Saint?

Lin Zhenhai and Lin Zhenyan exchanged a shocked glance, each seeing disbelief in the other's eyes.

A being of Martial Saint caliber would not be readily summoned even by the Capital's top families.

The Lin family, a mercantile house, how could they possibly attract a Martial Saint?

Could that girl Lin Yanqian really have snagged him?

Lin Zhenhai's complexion grew extremely complex, showing both shock and an indescribable panic.

Everyone's gaze converged on the direction of the main building. The glow of the red lanterns swayed slightly in the night wind, casting the steps and thresholds into a warm red.

Then, Jiang Feng's figure emerged from deep within the main building.

He still wore that casual demeanor, his hands tucked in his pockets.

He walked to the main building's doorway, Standing, his gaze lightly swept a Circle of the dark, dense Crowd in the courtyard.

The courtyard fell silent for several breaths.

Then, a burst of loud laughter broke the silence.

Lin Zhenhai stood There, his eyes widened, his facial expression changing from shock to a near‑hysterical mockery.

He pointed toward Jiang Feng's direction, laughing uproariously, Throughout his body he bent at the waist, as if he had seen the funniest thing under the heavens.

Hahaha!

His laughter carried far in the night wind, causing the surrounding people to look at each other in bewilderment.

He held his stomach, laughing while pointing at Jiang Feng, his voice choppy as it squeezed out of his Mouth.

"Big brother! Is this the one you mentioned... that Lord Martial Saint?"

He laughed even harder, laughing until Tears came out.

"A young man whose Wool hasn't even grown evenly, dressed like a beggar—this is the Lord Martial Saint you speak of? Lin Zhenshan, are you crazy? Or are you treating all of us as fools?"