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Chapter 159 - 0156: Cut from the Starting Point to the End Point

Chapter 159: Chapter 0156: Cut from the Starting Point to the End Point

Lin Fan never thought there would be a day when he’d be traveling deep underground.

Using the Earth Escape Technique.

The solid dirt around him turned into flowing water, sliding past him—even the hardest rocks behaved the same way. If he hadn’t used the Earth Escape Technique, crashing into those rocks would definitely have left him with a bloody head.

Immortal Law truly lives up to its name.

It can be used for travel as well as for escape, making it arguably the most convenient of all escape techniques.

Covering a thousand miles in a single day—this is just the standard speed of the Earth Escape Technique.

If one possesses an Earth Spirit Root and its grade is high, the corresponding attribute within Immortal Law would see tremendous enhancement in power.

Lin Fan’s Spirit Root just so happens to be a Third Grade Earth Spirit Root right now.

It is currently the highest-grade Spirit Root he has revealed.

Half a month later.

"Phew, finally back."

Lin Fan spun around, stepping onto the surface. He had been moving through the depths of the earth for a long time. Boredom was inevitable, but that’s just the nature of rushing to get somewhere.

He thought to himself, if he ever had to make the journey back again, he definitely wouldn’t choose to move underground the entire way.

Walking while admiring the scenery—that would be much better.

If luck were on his side, he might even encounter some troublemakers along the way. Wouldn’t that be great?

Jiangdu City.

Lin Fan looked up at the familiar city walls before striding into the city. It had been over a month—nearly two months—since he had left Jiangdu City.

His time in cultivation hadn’t been long.

For others practicing cultivation, it often takes decades before they return, and even then, things have long since changed—old acquaintances have turned to dust.

But not him; he was back after just two months.

"I wonder how Bao Liu is doing."

Among his fifteen subordinates, Lin Fan was most concerned about Bao Liu. Given Bao Liu’s lack of cleverness, Lin Fan felt obligated to look after him more closely.

The government offices.

The guards stationed at the entrance were unfamiliar faces—not the men Lin Fan used to know.

It seemed that the government had developed well during his absence. Wang Zhou really knew how to recruit and expand the ranks.

Fetching more people willing to take on the role of constable.

That meant his reputation as Bald Constable had spread far and wide, drawing others to join.

Except... none of these fellows were bald—bad review.

Lin Fan strode into the government premises. Given his previous position in the government, there was absolutely no need for him to undergo any checks.

"Stop! This is restricted government territory; unauthorized entry is forbidden!" one guard barked, glaring. His hand hovered over his weapon, his posture indicating he was ready to strike Lin Fan down if he took another step.

Lin Fan smiled. "Good, you’re doing your job with diligence. Judging by your unfamiliar faces, you must be new recruits. I’m here to see Lord Wang Zhou. To make things clear, I’m essentially your leader."

Lin Fan treated them amiably because they were constables. If they had been cultivators obstructing a mortal pathway, he would have slapped them aside without hesitation.

"Where did this lunatic come from? Spouting nonsense! Wang Zhou has already been sent off to Great Zhou City for punishment because of his crimes. If you dare make trouble again, I’ll arrest you! Get out!" The guard’s eyes flared in anger, his tone sharp and cutting.

Lin Fan gradually withdrew his smile, fixing the man with a piercing gaze. Unable to hold Lin Fan’s stare, the guard averted his eyes, inwardly furious. Just as he was about to bark further insults, Lin Fan turned and walked away.

Relief washed over the guard as Lin Fan left.

A chilling sensation had overtaken him moments earlier.

The feeling left an unsettling bitterness.

Lin Fan arrived at a nearby residence—Bao Liu’s home.

He knocked on the door, for quite some time, but no one answered. Taking a moment to sense the surroundings, he realized the house was empty. Where had Bao Liu gone?

What could have happened for Wang Zhou, Lord Wang, to face accusations?

What had unfolded during his absence?

A neighbor stepped out from the house next door. "Young man, who are you looking for?"

Lin Fan replied, "I’m looking for Wang Baoliu."

The neighbor’s expression faltered slightly but still answered, "Young man, you’d best not bother looking. Wang Baoliu was implicated with Wang Zhou and has already been taken to Great Zhou City. It’s been some time now."

"May I ask what crimes were alleged?" Lin Fan asked.

He wouldn’t believe that Bao Liu could commit crimes—something deeper must be at play.

"Young man, how would a commoner like me know such things? I’m just an ordinary citizen," the neighbor replied hesitantly.

Lin Fan nodded faintly and chose not to pursue the matter further before leaving.

He made his way to a house by the riverbank.

From a distance.

He saw a man pushing a cart. Just from the figure, Lin Fan instantly recognized who it was. Spotting the gleaming bald head, he was overcome with joy.

"Zhen Bin..." Lin Fan called out.

The man pushing the cart trembled at the sound, as if suddenly recalling someone he hadn’t seen in ages. He turned abruptly, confirming the voice belonged to none other than Lin Fan.

"Boss..." Gao Zhenbin exclaimed, unable to believe that the boss, who had gone to participate in the Immortal Sect entrance exam, had returned.

Lin Fan immediately stepped forward, clapping Gao Zhenbin’s shoulder. "I’m back to check in on all of you. I just visited the government office—the guards at the entrance told me that Lord Wang had been arrested. I also went looking for Bao Liu, only to discover he’s been taken too. What’s going on here?"

Gao Zhenbin, overwhelmed upon seeing his boss, broke down and cried. "Boss, you don’t know. About half a month after you left, everything changed. Lord Wang was falsely accused of conspiring with the Serpent Gang’s second-in-command, colluding with demons, and killing their leader. Several officials sent to oversee the Demon Hunting Mansion claimed they found evidence of Lord Wang’s collusion with demons. He was taken to Great Zhou City shortly after."

"What? Who the hell dared to pull off something like this?" Lin Fan roared, fury welling up within him. He had only been gone for a short time, but such drastic events had unfolded. If he hadn’t chosen to return, he wouldn’t have known a thing about it.

"Boss, though I don’t know the full details, I suspect this matter involves deeper layers—far beyond what we can manage. Boss, you should pretend you don’t know anything and return to continue cultivating. One day, when you’re strong enough, you can avenge us," Gao Zhenbin cried.

"These were Lord Wang’s last words to me before being taken. He told me to inform you if you returned. If not, then I was told to keep quiet."

Tears streamed as Gao Zhenbin poured out the story.

Lord Wang had always believed that Lin Fan was destined to become an Immortal Sect disciple. But even as a disciple, climbing through the ranks of cultivation and establishing any status would take significant time.

Meanwhile, the political machinations at play here were deeply entrenched. Evidence had been fabricated so decisively that overturning it seemed impossible. Even if Lin Fan returned, he would likely be powerless—and risk drawing danger upon himself.

"What happened to your leg?" Lin Fan asked, noticing Gao Zhenbin’s left leg was severely deformed, rendered useless. The injury was clearly inflicted intentionally.

Gao Zhenbin lowered his head, reluctant to explain.

"Speak." Lin Fan’s voice hardened.

Shaking, Gao Zhenbin stammered, "Boss, it was broken by Lang Jun."

Lang Jun?

A petty thug.

Lin Fan vaguely recalled the name from the past—he was the one who had previously broken Zhenbin’s leg. Lin Fan had settled the score back then, but it seemed the moment Lin Fan left, Lang Jun sought vengeance and struck again.

"It’s my fault," Lin Fan admitted, guilt consuming him.

"Boss, this isn’t your fault—it has nothing to do with you," Gao Zhenbin insisted.

"No, it is my fault. ’If you leave the roots intact, weeds regrow with the spring breeze.’ I should’ve eradicated him back then," Lin Fan growled, his words like ice. A murderous aura erupted from him, sending shivers down Gao Zhenbin’s spine.

Lin Fan reined in his killing intent, patting Zhenbin’s shoulder gently. "Don’t worry—I’ll take care of everything."

He handed over a glowing elixir.

"Consume this, and your leg will heal. Stay home and rest properly. Soon, everything will return to how it was."

Lin Fan said little else to Zhenbin.

Some things, he decided, were for him alone to handle.

"To return without avenging one’s kin is to walk the night clad in silks. When brothers are wronged, the blade must rise, and blood must fall upon all corners of the land."

Starting from Jiangdu City, Lin Fan resolved to cut his way to Great Zhou City.

"Boss..."

Gao Zhenbin called out, but Lin Fan’s figure disappeared before his eyes.

The port.

Lang Jun had returned to his former position. Reclining in a chair, surrounded by sycophants waving fans to serve him, he barked orders. "Listen up—none of you dare cross the Serpent Gang. So what if someone helped you before? Turns out they couldn’t—"

"Hey!"

"Remember me?"

Lang Jun froze halfway through his domineering tirade, feeling a tap on his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw the familiar face that terrified him more than words could describe.

"You..."

Lin Fan gave him no opportunity to speak. One hand pressed firmly on Lang Jun’s shoulder while the other gripped his skull, yanking it violently.

Squish!

Blood splattered in all directions.

Lang Jun’s headless body slumped to the ground.

Everyone nearby was stunned into absolute silence, paralyzed by the gruesome sight.

Lin Fan held Lang Jun’s severed head, casting a cold stare at the gathered members of the Serpent Gang. He hurled the head to the ground in front of them, then ran his hand across his scalp. With a surge of mana, his black hair burst away, leaving his head perfectly bald.

"I, Lin Fan, constable of Jiangdu City, was gone for a while—and you’ve all forgotten who I am. But starting today, you will never forget again."

His words settled like a grim prophecy.

Lin Fan strode toward the Demon Hunting Mansion.

The Serpent Gang members at the port screamed in panic. Lin Fan’s ruthlessness had shattered their courage.

The citizens nearby exchanged whispers.

"He’s back—that’s Constable Lin, isn’t it?"

"I heard Lord Wang mention at the Drunken Fragrance House that Constable Lin went to cultivate. He even said Constable Lin was the most exceptional constable ever under his command—someone destined to become an Immortal who’d protect Jiangdu City. But why is he back now?"

"Are you stupid?! He definitely heard the news and came back to take revenge!"

"Quick, let’s get to the Serpent Gang headquarters!"

The residents hurriedly threw aside their belongings and began rushing toward the Serpent Gang base, spreading word as they went.

Constable Lin, who had once left, had returned.

And he was here for vengeance.

At the time, when Lin Fan was still in Jiangdu City, the bald head became the symbolic hairstyle of every citizen. But after Lord Wang’s arrest, any citizen spotted with a shaved head was beaten by members of the Serpent Gang.

Terrified, many residents hid in their homes, waiting for their hair to grow out.

Now, as news of Lin Fan’s return spread, people burst out of their homes, heading straight for the Serpent Gang headquarters.

The Demon Hunting Mansion.

Several corpses lay sprawled in pools of blood.

"Who are you exactly? I am a disciple of the Zhou Family. Do you dare kill me? The Zhou Family won’t let you off!" A man, pale-faced and trembling, glared at Lin Fan in desperation.

Just moments earlier, in an instant.

He didn’t even understand what had occurred.

Everyone but him was dead.

A group of martial artists going up against a cultivator—it was suicide.

Lin Fan casually swung his sword, ending the man’s life, before vanishing from the scene.

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