Chapter 11

Xia He's expression changed, and she felt a strange fear in her heart. She instinctively sensed that this was a troublesome guy.

"What's this guy's background?" Xu San narrowed his eyes, and the names of one faction after another appeared in his mind, but their techniques and the abilities Lin Xian displayed didn't match any of them.

"Years ago, I discussed the Dao with Zhang Xilin and exchanged insights on techniques. I gained something, so I suppose I owe that big-eared thief a favor."

Lin Xian, who looked like a boy of only eleven or twelve, was now acting like an old man. Divine light surged from his Life Spring, covering him, and his physical body slowly floated into mid-air, standing with his hands behind his back, stepping on divine rainbows.

His oversized clothes danced in the wind, making him look like an immortal. He said leisurely, "Surrender..."

"Surrender your grandmother's leg!" Xia He shouted, kicking out. The ground instantly cracked open, stretching for more than ten meters. The stones buried underground flew into the sky like sharp swords, and then, without any lingering, she decisively turned and ran toward a motorcycle in the distance.

Lin Xian smiled indifferently and waved his hand. In an instant, the white-gold divine light turned into a sharp sword, cutting across dozens of meters, directly slicing the motorcycle to pieces. Fire soared into the sky, and countless iron filings flew, scratching Xia He's beautiful face, with drops of blood spilling out.

As one of the Four Maniacs, Xia He didn't dare to move another step. Her long, fair legs were trembling, and her body stiffly turned around.

Wielding this fifty-meter-long divine sword, Lin Xian revealed a brilliant smile and teased, "I can let you run forty-nine meters first. You can try."

"I won't try, I won't try."

Xia He swallowed her saliva, looking at the boy in the sky who looked like a god. Endless regret surged in her heart. Why did she come here and run into such an old monster?

Her most proud "Bone-Scraping Knife" technique couldn't be used at all.

Because the guy could fly, and she couldn't even touch him.

"Senior, spare my life!" Only hearing a thud, Lü Liang knelt down without any hesitation, kowtowing loudly and shouting, "I'm not the mastermind, I'm just an accomplice!"

As an outcast from the Four Families, Lü Liang had received complete training in an outcast family and had a clear understanding of outcasts who could fly using their own Qi without relying on other forces.

Throughout history in the outcast world, how many people could cultivate to this level?!

Floating in the air, riding rainbows—in ancient times, this would be considered a Great Wandering Earth Immortal. A physical body becoming a saint—this was a powerful outcast that even an emperor would have to revere as a state teacher.

In the current outcast world, there was actually such a terrifying existence.

To run was to die; to kneel down was to have a glimmer of survival.

"Leader, I want to turn myself in!" Liu Yanyan shivered and raised her hands: "I want to go to jail, I want to go to jail!"

Zhang Chulan saw this scene, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Is it that smooth?"

"Hmm?" Lin Xian stepped down step by step, as if walking on stairs. Divine power ripples swayed in the void, and his gaze turned to Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan shuddered violently, then revealed an incomparably fawning face, smiling cheaply: "Senior, Ancestor, Grandfather, how should I address you?"

In an instant, the scene was silent. Whether righteous or villainous, everyone cast looks of disdain.

This is the descendant of Zhang Xilin?

Lin Xian was silent for a moment, looked at Xu San, and slowly said, "Are the outcasts in the current cultivation world all this kind of trash?"

"Senior, you're laughing at us." Xu San took out a delicate white handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and then said euphemistically, "It's rare in history to see someone who can be this cheap."

Zhang Chulan smiled awkwardly and pulled his head back, pretending no one saw him.

"He does look a bit like that big-eared thief, like a mouse, hiding here and there."

Lin Xian scoffed. Although it was full of disdain, everyone could understand the sense of closeness within it.

In this world, elders will scold you, but they will also protect you.

"Grandfather!" Zhang Chulan's heart moved, and then he knelt down with a thud, hugging the leg of a twelve-year-old boy, howling without any integrity: "Chulan has drifted for half his life, only regretting not meeting a wise master. If you don't mind, I am willing to worship you as..."

Lin Xian's eyes were deep, looking at Zhang Chulan meaningfully. No matter which world he was in, he needed an anchor to lock in his identity.

A person with a mysterious identity and blank information might be able to be carefree, but they would definitely not gain the trust of others.

In the Shrouding the Heavens universe, he chose the identity of a Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, or rather, a cultivator from Earth, to bring himself closer to Pang Bo, Ye Fan, and the others.

In the friendless Beidou immortal cultivation world, fellow cultivators from Earth were more trustworthy.

In this world, the persona he created for himself was related to Zhang Huaiyi and the Eight Miraculous Skills.

The true trust of the inheritors of the Eight Miraculous Skills only goes to those related to the Eight Miraculous Skills.

Thinking of this, Lin Xian smiled slightly and teased, "Don't, you're not a Calabash Brother, I can't be your grandfather."

Zhang Chulan got up quickly, still unwilling to give up, and asked eagerly, "Then, Ancestor?"

"Just call me Senior. Your real ancestor is on Mount Longhu." Lin Xian grabbed Zhang Chulan and threw him to the white-clad girl with the kitchen knife.

"Sister Bao'er!" Zhang Chulan howled, "Catch me!"

Feng Baobao dodged to the side, and a booming sound rang out. Zhang Chulan hit the ground face-first, but relying on his pure outcast cultivation, he wasn't injured at all, just covered in dust.

"The 'Flat Sand Falling Goose' style—this skin is indeed thick enough."

Lin Xian nodded, then waved at Feng Baobao: "Girl of the Feng family, this kid is handed over to you."

"Alrighty." Feng Baobao made an 'OK' gesture, then picked up her knife and stabbed directly at Zhang Chulan.

Amidst the howling, she picked out the Gu worm that Liu Yanyan had planted in Zhang Chulan.

Xu San watched this scene, his heart tightening. He stepped forward and asked tentatively, "Senior, do you know Baobao?"

"Baobao? You mean the girl of the Feng family." Lin Xian said with a smile, "Don't know her, never heard of her. But as the grandson of that big-eared thief, you can trust her."

"Trust her?" Zhang Chulan was slightly stunned, his big eyes filled with confusion, not understanding what had happened.

"Yes, trust her." Lin Xian nodded and said meaningfully, "Just like trusting Zhang Huaiyi."

Zhang Huaiyi, the original name of Zhang Chulan's grandfather Zhang Xilin, that high-ranking official of Mount Longhu who should have inherited the position of Heavenly Master.

Everyone was shocked, their hearts churning.

Lin Xian coughed lightly, interrupting everyone's thoughts, then looked at Xu San and slowly said, "I don't eat... hmm."

Rustling, the company employees and outcasts who were lying in ambush received instructions and slowly walked out, forming a circle.

After a pause, looking around, Lin Xian felt that he hadn't broken through to the Dao Palace realm and couldn't resist a nuclear bomb yet, so he took a deep breath and changed the subject: "We must protect my outcast world."

Xu San: ???

"I mean, I can also be patriotic." Lin Xian said with a serious expression, "How do you think I would do as one of the Ten Elders?"

(End of this chapter)