Chapter 82: What Kind of Bald Donkey Is Worthy of Ordering Me?

No ripples stirred in the depths of Lin Xiu's eyes as he watched Long Tian'ao lose his composure in silence.

He did not feel happy.

He only felt it was extremely pathetic.

Was this the very person who had been able to torture him to such an extent before?

Even... nearly dying.

Truly pathetic and laughable.

"You're spouting nonsense!" Feng Ruyan chimed in at this moment, taking an anxious step forward, her pretty face full of fury.

"Lin Xiu, I really misjudged you!"

"I originally thought that even if your talent was inferior to Tian'ao's, at least your character could be considered upright, but now it seems you possess neither."

"Even if my Feng Family isn't some prestigious clan, it is certainly not something you can insult at will. When did I ever go to your..."

She didn't finish the rest of her words; she was like a duck whose neck had been grabbed, all sound coming to an abrupt halt.

Feng Ruyan's eyes widened and bulged, her face pale, staring in disbelief at the object held high in Lin Xiu's hand.

Lin Xiu couldn't even be bothered to argue with her.

He said: "Is that so? Do you want to take a look at the Image Recording Stone?"

Fear invaded Feng Ruyan's heart.

A great sense of disbelief took shape in her mind, like a tornado, directly destroying everything.

Impossible.

How could Lin Xiu possibly have an Image Recording Stone? It's fake.

This Image Recording Stone must be empty, just a bluff to trick her! Feng Ruyan swallowed her saliva, barely steadying her mind, her pretty, pale face gradually regaining color, and she said with a fierce expression but a cowardly heart: "Stop pretending, the Image Recording Stone you prepared must be fake; my Feng Family acts upright and sits straight."

"Don't think about splashing dirty water on me to shake the affection between me and Tian'ao."

She spoke with certainty, and Long Tian'ao also slowly regained his usual confidence. Just as he wanted to mock Lin Xiu for destroying what he couldn't have, he saw Lin Xiu directly input Spirit Power to open the Image Recording Stone.

The Image Recording Stone directly projected the scene and played it.

In the image.

The Feng Family Head, accompanied by Feng Ruyan, stood respectfully before the Lin Family Head and Lin Xiu.

On both of their faces was a look of identical sycophancy.

The Feng Family Head said sincerely: "My daughter's talent is passable, and she has long been enamored with your noble son, but she was hindered by the old master's orders, and because the Long Family has vast property and power, pressing us at every turn, she had no choice but to restrain her feelings."

On that old face of his, there was no longer the coldness and majesty Long Tian'ao was familiar with, but a fawning look like a dog.

It was as if the next second, if the Lin Family Head threw a bone on the ground, he would immediately rush up to lick it.

"Oh?" The Lin Family Head looked at them with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"But how did I hear... that your two families already had a marriage contract? And I also heard... that the pride of the Long Family was crippled?"

"Was it long-held affection, or a different choice?"

In the image, Feng Ruyan was wearing a pretty pink dress; her face was like powder, her brows like mountain scenery, her thin pink lips opening and closing, extremely bold, the look in her eyes toward Lin Xiu filled with affection.

She was seen taking a step forward, staring at Lin Xiu with deep affection.

"Family Head Lin, Young Master Lin, there are some things my father finds hard to say, so let me say them myself."

"Our Feng Family was indeed forced to bow our heads due to the Long Family's power, and I am indeed enamored with Young Master Lin. Now I am devoted to the Young Master alone, and I can swear to the Heavens! Everything I say is true!"

"Although the Feng Family cannot be considered a great clan, after that pride of the Long Family fell, the Feng Family has also been gradually growing stronger. I believe that after our two families merge, we will certainly be able to create brilliance once again."

"..."

In the image, Long Tian'ao could barely hear the words Feng Ruyan said next.

His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the Feng Ruyan beside him, and unexpectedly, he saw the panic and guilty conscience in her eyes.

Feng Ruyan waved her hands in a panic.

While waving her hands, she retreated again and again.

"It's not like that, that's not what I meant, Tian'ao, listen to me..."

Now she was filled with extreme regret; if she had known it would be like this, she would never have sworn that oath.

This was truly lifting a rock only to drop it on her own feet.

"A Heavenly Dao Oath?" Long Tian'ao suddenly laughed.

He looked at Feng Ruyan with extreme irony, the evil energy around his body surging even more.

"Only him?"

"Feng Ruyan, you have truly deceived me so bitterly!"

Feng Ruyan was now like a mute eating coptis—she had bitterness she couldn't speak of.

She had indeed sincerely liked Long Tian'ao.

However, everything was empty talk in the face of resources and strength. The Heavenly Dao Oath sworn that day was merely exploiting a loophole.

So-called devotion doesn't mean love at first sight, nor does it mean wholeheartedness.

Selective devotion and wholeheartedness are two completely different things.

But she couldn't explain it.

She could only look at Lin Xiu with hatred, her pink lips parting slightly, "Despicable!"

What kind of decent person records images at all times! Lin Xiu shrugged indifferently.

Come to think of it.

Recording images anytime and anywhere—this good habit was thanks to the teachings of his second brother.

As early as when they formed their Jueyi, Lu Ren had once exhorted everyone that, regardless of talent, it was best to contract a Spirit Beast capable of recording images anytime and anywhere.

Only in this way could one avoid being slandered and framed.

Over these years, relying on this habit, Lin Xiu did not know how much trouble he had saved himself.

He was a gentleman as elegant as jade, unwilling to contend with petty people.

But when it truly came to a sharp tongue, he was also the first to bear the brunt.

Having poured out the black sludge in his heart, Lin Xiu suddenly felt refreshed, and the gaze he cast toward Feng Ruyan and Long Tian'ao no longer held any ripples.

He completely struck these two from the chapter of his life.

At the same moment he made this decision, he suddenly heard the sound of something shattering.

It was like the sound of ice breaking on a winter surface.

But when listening carefully, he could not hear it again.

It was as if a mirror had been broken.

The world took on a brand-new look.

A feeling he had never experienced before instantly filled Lin Xiu's mind.

Lin Xiu did not know what was happening, but as an onlooker, Lu Ren was extremely clear.

This represented that he had already, on a shallow level, cast off his original Fate.

The corners of Lu Ren's lips curled slightly.

This was truly good news.

And the gaze he cast toward Long Tian'ao was no longer calm, but instead filled with killing intent.

Long Tian'ao still had a great deal of remaining Qi Luck Value, so he could not be killed directly, but crippling him...

... was possible! Even if he had future opportunities, it would greatly slow down his Dao path.

Lu Ren immediately raised his hand and struck down toward the crown of the distracted Long Tian'ao's head.

But it was right at this moment.

A sound, as if from ancient times, suddenly drifted over.

An ancient bell tolled.

Dong—a sound.

Everyone present felt their minds suddenly fixed in place.

Along with them, their consciousness was also frozen.

A long, lingering sigh came from the horizon.

It seemed like lamentation.

It seemed like regret.

An ancient Dao Rhyme spread out, unfolding, and with a long sigh, a gentle Buddhist chant rang out: "Amitabha."

"Little friend, I wonder if you could give this old one some face and show mercy?"

"This Young Master of the Long Family, my Buddhist Sect will protect."

The person had not yet arrived.

The voice had already reached.

Lu Ren's hand stopped three inches above Long Tian'ao's head.

He clearly saw a flash of joy in Long Tian'ao's eyes, as well as a heavy breath Long Tian'ao let out, as if he had already relaxed.

Lu Ren suddenly laughed.

"What kind of bald donkey is worthy of ordering me?"

A flash of mockery crossed his eyes, and he directly shattered the power binding his arm.

He struck down with his palm! (End of chapter)