Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 137 - 136: A Dead Man, What If He Is Provoked?

Chapter 137: Chapter 136: A Dead Man, What If He Is Provoked?

Once a person’s vitality is extinguished, even a God cannot reverse fate.

Lin Hao could not help revive Yao Wuya’s wife; he simply did not possess such ability—it was unfortunate she had not met someone like him decades earlier.

Decades of hope, decades of dreams, all shattered with Lin Hao’s arrival.

However, Yao Wuya did not blame Lin Hao; he had long expected this outcome.

Summoning Lin Hao to treat her was also a way to put a final period on this matter, to let him shatter the illusion actively.

Yao Wuya picked up Zheng Shuya, stepped over petals, and moved to the center.

"Mr. Lin, please make your move," he turned around and said solemnly.

Lin Hao nodded, gathered his Primordial Qi, raised his fist, and struck down towards the sea of flowers.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion sounded, and in front of the fist, a patch of earth collapsed, forming a neat square pit.

Around the pit, flowers stood tall, unharmed; Lin Hao controlled his power with extreme precision.

Even steeped in immense pain, Yao Wuya couldn’t help but be astounded by such precise control; even he couldn’t achieve this.

He regarded Lin Hao even more highly.

Step by step, he walked into the pit, gently laid down his beloved, and with a sweep of his arm, multicolored petals danced into the air, ascended to the skies, falling onto the woman like a quilt to cover her.

Then, Yao Wuya slowly used earth to bury her.

After a long while, a small mound was erected, and Yao Wuya knelt in front of the grave: "Shuya, from now on, you won’t suffer anymore. If there is a next life, I will marry you again."

Yao Wuya’s emotions were complex, but he ultimately was a decisive man; from the moment he brought Lin Hao here, he anticipated this outcome.

After a long while, the two left.

Lin Hao still followed behind.

Returning to the villa, Yao Wuya seemed to have walked out of his grief, showing no signs of the sorrowful event.

"Truly an old-timer of the Martial World," Lin Hao admired internally, feeling sad for Yao Wuya.

"Mr. Lin, my apologies for the spectacle," Yao Wuya apologized with a smile.

"It’s alright, honestly, it was quite touching," Lin Hao smiled, "Are you not planning to let Mengchen and the others know about this?"

"Let it be; it’s a matter from decades ago that shouldn’t alarm them," sighed Yao Wuya, appearing outwardly fine, yet his eyes still harbored indelible sorrow.

"Then it’s up to you," knowing Yao Wuya was hurting inside, Lin Hao took his leave, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now. Take care of yourself."

"Alright, Mr. Lin, here is my card, if you need anything, feel free to contact me."

Yao Wuya took out a business card, passed it to Lin Hao, and took down Lin Hao’s phone number.

Finally, he said, "I really need to rest due to my poor health, and won’t keep you for dinner. I’ll definitely visit you another day to thank you for saving my life."

"Sure."

Lin Hao said his goodbyes, left the room, and moved to the hall, where Yao Mengchen was idly drinking tea.

Seeing Lin Hao, she hurriedly asked: "Lin Hao, what did my grandfather tell you?"

"Nothing." Lin Hao shook his head.

"Hmph, there must be some secret, but fine if you don’t want to say," Yao Mengchen uncharacteristically pouted.

Clearly curious but pretending otherwise, Lin Hao almost laughed.

Still, he did not tell her about Zheng Shuya.

"Are you leaving? I’ll see you out," said Yao Mengchen.

"Alright."

They drove to the entrance of Binhai University, and Yao Mengchen had the driver stop there, saying:

"I still have some things to help my dad with, so I’ll drop you here."

"Okay," Lin Hao didn’t mind and turned to leave the car.

Suddenly, Yao Mengchen called out, "Lin Hao."

"Hmm?" Lin Hao turned his head, "There is..."

"Smooch!"

Before he could finish, Yao Mengchen puckered up, leaned in, and pressed her lips against his, lingering for quite a while.

A full five seconds.

Then, Yao Mengchen let go.

Lin Hao was dumbfounded.

What was this woman doing?

"What are you looking at? Aren’t you getting out?" Yao Mengchen’s face flushed red as she pushed Lin Hao out of the car and slammed the door shut, turning to the driver who was staring at the rearview mirror.

"I didn’t see anything," the driver instinctively said.

"Good to know, now get going." In an instant, Yao Mengchen reverted back to her slightly cold demeanor.

The driver stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.

At the school entrance, Lin Hao touched his own face, rather helplessly, "They all say you would fall for me, and I didn’t believe it."

"Sigh, being handsome really is troublesome."

With a long sigh, Lin Hao turned and walked into the school.

But just upon arriving, he saw Lan Xiyue standing still near the school gate, her large eyes intently staring at him.

Just now, through the car window, she had seen Yao Mengchen’s action.

She felt quite upset.

"Are you waiting for me?" Lin Hao asked.

"Where did you guys go?" Lan Xiyue did not answer Lin Hao, seemingly asking casually.

"To her house." Lin Hao glanced at the Ru Yuan Sword she held in her hand, and said, "Aren’t you planning to leave?"

Her house, huh?

Something must have happened...

Thinking about Yao Mengchen kissing Lin Hao in the car, she had a strange feeling in her heart.

But she didn’t show it.

"My illness hasn’t healed yet, of course I won’t leave. I don’t want to be dragged down by my body and lead a mediocre life," Lan Xiyue said, hugging her sword, "As for the Mingyang Sect, if they dare to come, I will make sure they won’t find their teeth!"

"Really?" Lin Hao’s mouth corner curled up with a slight, sinister smile, his gaze moved from Lan Xiyue and fixed behind her.

Suddenly, Lan Xiyue felt something was wrong, she instinctively looked back.

Behind her, unbeknownst to anyone, stood a figure.

A middle-aged man.

It was Yi Lingchuan, who had come to visit Binhai University’s Inner Courtyard.

The one who came with him, Tian Shuang, was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing him, Lan Xiyue instinctively stepped back, moving next to Lin Hao.

"It looks like you both already know my identity." Yi Lingchuan smiled gentlemanly, taking a few steps forward to the pair, "Let me formally introduce myself."

"My name is Yi Lingchuan, Chief Disciple under Jin Chengdao of the Mingyang Sect."

"This time, I came to retrieve something that belongs to the Mingyang Sect."

Saying this, he looked at the Ru Yuan Sword in Lan Xiyue’s hand, "This is a treasure of our Mingyang Sect. I don’t know how it ended up in your hands, but I kindly ask you to return it."

"Does it have your name on it, or does it say Mingyang Sect on it?" Before Lin Hao could speak, Lan Xiyue retorted, "I don’t care who you are; it’s in my hand, so it’s mine."

Yi Lingchuan was taken aback, clearly not expecting Lan Xiyue to be so unreasonable.

He shifted his gaze slightly towards Lin Hao, his eyes clearly conveying his hope that Lin Hao would intervene.

But Lin Hao remained silent.

Yi Lingchuan had no choice but to say, "Since you both are aware of the Mingyang Sect, you should know its strength, and must have heard of my master Jin Chengdao. I think you wouldn’t want to offend him."

"Jin Chengdao?" Lin Hao let out a cold laugh, "He’s a dead man. What of it if we offend him? If you know what’s good for you, get back to the Mingyang Sect. If you want the sword, let your Sect Master come in person."

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