Chapter 430: with translation of chapter title

Lin Yang's formidable reputation was earned through killing.

Even the people of the Yanjing Royal Family's Jiang Clan died at Lin Yang's hands.

If one is pinched to death, then they're dead.

On the family's side, they will definitely not avenge me.

Just as Liu Song trembled with fear, Lin Yang glanced at him and rebuked.

"Get lost!"

The originally nervous Liu Song, as if pardoned, scrambled away.

He ran to outside Ji Ming Temple, gasping heavily.

"Scared me to death, I hurried out to avoid trouble, lest this murderous madman regrets!"

After the old monk learned Lin Yang's identity, he put his palms together and said to Lin Yang.

"This must be the recently renowned Mr. Lin, right?"

"I didn't expect him to be so young."

Upon hearing the old monk's words, Lin Yang laughed and said.

"Abbot, you needn't say such worldly words."

The abbot silently recited a Buddhist phrase, then said to Lin Yang.

"Mr. Lin, your killing is too heavy; it will eventually harm yourself..."

Before the old monk finished speaking, Lin Yang coldly laughed and said.

"You want me to take refuge in the Buddhist gate?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Upon hearing that, Lin Yang coldly laughed and looked at the solemn Buddha statue before him.

"The Buddha saves the world, but cannot save me."

"I also don't need him to save me; the world's injustices are settled with a single sword of mine."

Having said that, he turned and left.

As Lin Yang just walked out of the hall, he heard the old monk say.

"Patron, your killing is too heavy."

"Don't nag me; my affairs don't need your interference."

Having said that, a sharp sword qi shot straight toward the hall.

The lofty statue instantly showed a crack.

Someone shouted loudly: "The statue has cracked, everyone run quickly!"

"Everyone, quickly exit the hall!"

After everyone had walked out of the hall, the old monk sighed.

"This person's chest is filled with too much resentment; he cannot let go!"

Lin Yang, who had already disappeared from Ji Ming Temple, a voice like a great bell rang throughout Ji Ming Temple.

"Hypocrisy!"

Luo Xin, who saw all this from the side, suddenly felt less fear toward this legendary madman from the outside world.

He felt a bit more curious.

Although Lin Yang acts flamboyantly, he does not casually hurt people.

Even Liu Song, who actively provoked him, was still let go.

"This person is somewhat interesting."

And Lin Yang, having left Ji Ming Temple, felt his mood much better.

The two recent moves made him feel his thoughts much clearer.

But he, on his way back, unknowingly arrived at Xuanwu Lake.

He gazed at the wide lake water, expelled a turbid breath, let out a long whistle, flew into the sky and began sword dancing.

Each time he danced his sword, it stirred huge waves on the lake surface.

The commotion here naturally drew passersby over.

Lin Yang dancing his sword in the air, his sword light grew faster, his sword technique grew fiercer.

Suddenly, he flew on his sword straight into the clouds.

In his eyes, bright light blazed.

With a single sword in hand, he can advance to slay enemies and retreat to protect his kin.

The world's injustices are settled with just a single sword of his.

This time, he sat cross-legged atop the clouds, overlooking Jinling.

Suddenly, his heart's thought became clear, then he laughed loudly and flew down on his sword.

He couldn't help but shout loudly.

"This sword pacifies the world's injustices; this sword bears no shame before those who are guilty under heaven!"

From this thought onward, he who has attained clarity formally entered the Golden Core Mid-stage.

As soon as he landed, he placed a call to Ding Biao.

"I need something containing spiritual energy; where can you find it?"

He has figured it out; he only needs to cultivate wholeheartedly to protect those he wishes to guard!

Upon suddenly hearing Lin Yang's call, Ding Biao pondered for a moment and said.

"According to the timeline, in three days Jinling will host a Xuánmén cultivators' exchange meeting."

In previous years, the exchange meeting would feature pills and items used for cultivation.

Lin Yang heard him, nodded and said.

Alright, when the time comes, you take me there.

Ding Biao hesitated for a moment, then still said.

By then, not only cultivators from Jinling will come, but also those from Yanjing and Modu.

Lin Yang knew what he was worried about, and he said.

You needn't worry; my only enemies are the Jiang Clan, and I won't readily act against others.

You just need me to prepare the corresponding items.

Good!

After finishing talking about the exchange meeting, Ding Biao said.

Your life-extending pill, I found a buyer; he offers five hundred million each.

But, the purchase must be at least two pills; what do you think...

Lin Yang, upon hearing this, slightly curled the corner of his mouth.

He probably wants to know the ingredients for refining the pill.

You set the time, and I will meet him.

Good!

That night, in a private room of the top-floor restaurant of Jinling's tallest building.

Lin Yang and Ding Biao sat together, while opposite them were an old man and a youngster.

The old man had a youthful face and crane-white hair; his eyes were full of vigor, not at all inferior to a youngster's, making his actual age indiscernible.

The youngster beside him, although in his early twenties,

but sitting there, silent, his face constantly bore a confident smile.

Ding Biao spoke first.

Gentlemen, we can produce two pills.

However, the price might need to be increased somewhat.

The old man ignored Ding Biao, instead looking at Lin Yang and giving a slight nod as he said.

I wondered when Jinling would produce such a talent capable of refining life-extending pills.

It turns out to be the recently renowned Lin Yang, Mr. Lin.

Indeed, I have long admired you.

After the old man finished speaking, the youngster then looked over.

He sized up Lin Yang from head to toe, his face still bearing a confident smile, his eyes holding a hint of dissatisfaction.

You are Lin Yang.

Facing the youngster's remark, Lin Yang paid no heed.

Instead, he said to the old man: 'I can give you two pills; I don't care what you use them for.'

But I will charge you one billion per pill.

Upon hearing this, the youngster slammed the table and said.

You're raising the price on the spot!

Aren't you afraid that, should we become angry, we might choose to act against you?

Although you've recently become famous in Jinling, my master and I still aren't afraid of you!

Lin Yang raised his hand and tapped a finger on the table.

Sit down, speak softly with me; your behavior makes me uncomfortable.

As Lin Yang's finger touched the table, the youngster instantly felt a pressure on his shoulder that forced him to sit down in his seat.

He wanted to struggle free, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't move.

Hero, sit down.

Mr. Lin is no ordinary person; put away your young master's temper.

Although the old man said that, his eyes remained fixed on Lin Yang, and one hand retreated into his sleeve.

He seemed ready to attack at the slightest disagreement.

Lin Yang was not afraid either, and he asked.

Will you two, master and disciple, come at me together?

Qiu Yingjie, upon hearing this, gritted his teeth and said.

My master has already touched the threshold of Jié dān, and you dare speak like that!

Yet you don't even give me a slap!

Lin Yang, upon hearing this, showed an expression of 'as I thought'.

Then, he raised his hand and slapped Qiu Yingjie twice.