Chapter 1216

Just then, an iron chain as thick as an arm came whistling through the air toward him.

Smack!

The chain sent the drunkard flying several meters away, and he crashed to the ground.

The drunkard struggled twice but couldn't get up, yet he fixed Ximen Wudi with a fierce glare.

"Damn it, where did this punk come from, daring to meddle in my business? Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

"Heh, you sure talk a lot of nonsense!" Ximen Wudi said indifferently, walking step by step toward the drunkard.

"Damn it, you're asking for it!" The drunkard flipped over, pulled out a switchblade, and thrust it straight at Ximen Wudi.

Ximen Wudi didn't dodge at all, letting the blade stab into his chest.

Tinkle~

The crisp sound of the blade scraping across skin rang out; the blade bent and warped, and the switchblade snapped clean in two.

At the same moment, Ximen Wudi's palm slammed hard across the drunkard's cheek.

"Oww…" The drunkard was struck until blood spurted from his nostrils, his body writhing on the ground in utter misery.

"Stay back, don't come any closer!" Seeing Ximen Wudi slowly walking toward him, the drunkard was instantly seized with terror.

Ximen Wudi, however, acted as if he hadn't heard, walked straight up to the drunkard, raised his foot, and stomped down viciously on the drunkard's crotch.

Crack!

The drunkard let out a heart-wrenching howl and passed out on the spot.

"Help! Someone's committing murder!"

Ximen Wudi had just finished all this when suddenly a shout rang out from inside the tavern, and a group of thug-like youths came walking out from within.

The one at the head was extremely handsome, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed capable of stealing souls; upon seeing the man lying on the ground, his gaze sharpened.

"Who did this!" the man roared.

The thugs immediately surrounded Ximen Wudi, killing intent naked in their eyes!

"I did!" Ximen Wudi said calmly, an eyebrow slightly raised.

"Oh?" Hearing this, a mocking smile floated across the man's face.

"Kid, do you even know what kind of place this is?"

"I don't know, and I can't be bothered to know. If you want revenge, come at me!"

"Heh, you've got guts!" Hearing Ximen Wudi dare to threaten him, the man couldn't help but laugh in spite of himself.

"However, we won't strike personally, because…"

"Trash!"

Before the man could finish speaking, a sharp shout suddenly rang in his ears.

The man looked toward the sound, and his pupils instantly contracted.

He saw a young man in a tracksuit walking toward them.

"Who the hell are you? Looking to die?" The man frowned and asked irritably.

"Who I am isn't important; what matters is that I'm here to help you!" the young man said lightly, and at the same time walked over to the drunkard and bent down to examine him.

"Hm? This young man, why does he look so much like me?" The young man suddenly raised his head in confusion and looked toward Ximen Wudi.

The instant he got a clear look at Ximen Wudi's face, the young man was utterly stunned.

"You… you're Ximen Wudi!"

"Holy crap, how do you know me?" Ximen Wudi was also taken aback.

He hadn't expected the man before him to recognize him at a glance, and to seem so familiar with him at that.

"Haha, wonderful, I really didn't expect it to actually be you!"

The young man grabbed Ximen Wudi, overcome with excitement.

"Young Master Lin, I'm your cousin Lin Aotian!"

"Cousin? You… you're my cousin!?" Ximen Wudi exclaimed, pointing at the young man in disbelief, his face full of astonishment.

His own parents had passed away many years ago, and he had become an orphan; he had never had any relatives from the family—how could Lin Aotian be his cousin?

"Are you sure?" Ximen Wudi still found it too bizarre to believe.

Although he hadn't met Lin Aotian more than a handful of times, in his memory there wasn't even a trace of such a person.

"Of course it's me, who else could it be? Could there really be someone in this world who looks this alike?" Lin Aotian shook his head with a bitter smile.

"So it's you, Cousin. Quick, help me up. Let me introduce you—this beside me is my girlfriend, her name is Qin Shiyun!"

Hearing this, Ximen Wudi hurriedly helped Qin Shiyun to her feet.

Qin Shiyun's face flushed with embarrassment; she stood awkwardly to one side, head lowered, not daring to meet Lin Aotian's eyes.

"Sister Shiyun, hello, I'm Ximen Wudi's cousin, Lin Aotian!" Lin Aotian said with a brilliant smile, extending his right hand toward Qin Shiyun.

After a moment's hesitation, Qin Shiyun finally shyly placed her right hand in his.

The instant their hands clasped, a soft, delicate sensation seeped into Lin Aotian's heart.

Lin Aotian's eyes suddenly lit up; he couldn't help stealing a few more glances at Qin Shiyun, his heart stirring.

This Qin Shiyun was even more beautiful than those movie stars!

No wonder she could attract that bastard Liu Tao—she truly was a school-belle-level figure.

"Cousin, I've got a date with a girl tonight, so I'll be off!" Lin Aotian released her hand and left, his face beaming with spring-like delight.

"Ximen Wudi…"

"Shh!" Qin Shiyun had been about to say something to Ximen Wudi, but Ximen Wudi stopped her.

"Why have you come to Xichuan City?" Ximen Wudi looked at Qin Shiyun and asked with a solemn expression.

"Uh... I was forced here by Liu Tao." Qin Shiyun bit her lip and said, looking aggrieved.

"Liu Tao is a beast, he even bullies women. You should leave here right away, don't stay any longer, or you'll get hurt." Ximen Wudi urged anxiously.

"Ximen Wudi, this isn't your fault, I..."

Puchi!

Before Qin Shiyun could finish speaking, Ximen Wudi suddenly reached out and grabbed her fair neck, then violently exerted force. A streak of fresh red instantly dyed her collar.

"Ximen Wudi, what are you doing?" Qin Shiyun cried out in shock.

"What I'm doing, you should know very well, shouldn't you?" Ximen Wudi's face darkened, his voice chillingly cold.

"Let me go!" Qin Shiyun struggled desperately, but the gap in their cultivation was simply too vast, and it had absolutely no effect.

"You really disgust me!" Ximen Wudi disgustedly threw Qin Shiyun to the ground, then turned and left.

Qin Shiyun clutched her throat, coughed violently for a long while, before finally struggling to her feet.

She watched Ximen Wudi's departing back, her eyes reddening, and tears welled up.

"Ximen Wudi, one day, I will make you kneel at my feet and beg for mercy!" Qin Shiyun wiped the tears from her face and muttered to herself with a determined gaze.

Ximen Wudi returned to his room, closed the door, swept his senses, and discovered another five hundred points had been added to his mind. He couldn't help but feel a surge of wild joy.

Afterwards, he sat cross-legged and continued practicing the "Nine Turns Golden Core Art."

Night fell, the moon rose above the willow tips, and a black shadow suddenly appeared outside Ximen Wudi's window.

Sou!

The black shadow leapt in violently, then struck a palm toward the bed.

Weng!

A ball of black mist suddenly spread across the entire bed, enveloping Ximen Wudi within it.

Ximen Wudi's eyes snapped open. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the moment the black mist touched his two arms, it instantly dissipated into nothingness.

When the black mist dispersed, only a thin man wearing a grotesque ghost-face mask remained.

The man was tall and sturdy, his muscles knotted all over, brimming with an explosive sense of power.

Especially those two fangs, which looked even more bizarre.

"barrier..." The man let out an eerie laugh, cold, bloodthirsty green light glinting in his eyes as he stared at Ximen Wudi as if staring at prey.

"Someone from the Guiwang Sect?" Ximen Wudi's brow furrowed slightly as he said indifferently.