Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 212 - 211: You Are Sick, and Mentally Deranged

Chapter 212: Chapter 211: You Are Sick, and Mentally Deranged

"Ha ha, lad, when did you discover me?" As Lin Hao’s words fell, suddenly, a person walked out from the corner of the hall.

Before this, no one had noticed there was a person there.

No one paid attention to that spot.

When the venerable voice sounded, everyone looked towards that location, even Song Manjiang was full of astonishment, "Ancestor..."

The newcomer was an extremely elderly man.

He walked shakily, as if he could fall at any moment, dressed in a thin and simple black outfit, his face full of deep wrinkles, resembling the bark of an old pine tree.

His eyes, partially obscured by the wrinkles, appeared very small and very aged, occasionally flashing a gleam of sharpness.

He looked like a common, kind, and respectable old man, posing no threat to anyone.

But anyone who thought so would be a fool.

To remain undetected for so long in the hall, how could he be an ordinary person!

"Ancestor!"

"Ancestor!"

As the old man stepped forward and his appearance became clear, all the Song family members inside and outside the hall knelt down.

Even Song Guolong, at this moment, also knelt down.

This old man was none other than the Song family’s ancient elder.

He is Song Guolong’s grand-elder, Song Qinghong!

Now, he is a hundred and forty-six years old!

He is Song Guolong’s most admired idol, the spiritual pillar of the Song family, and a crucial contributor to the Song family’s achievements today!

At the same time.

He was also the first Cultivator in the Song family!

It was all thanks to Song Qinghong that the Song family has its status today!

Without Song Qinghong, the Song family would just be a minor trader!

The moment the old man appeared, Lin Hao’s whole body broke out in goosebumps.

In his past life, he had encountered Song Qinghong, but at that time, Song Qinghong was very respectful and did not reveal such an imperceptible aura.

Even Song Qinghong was not as powerful then as he is now.

Counting the time.

This year was precisely Song Qinghong’s peak period.

At this moment, seeing him at his peak, Lin Hao was quite surprised.

He did not expect him to possess the Realm of Returning to Truth!

Returning to the Origin!

In the Mortal World, the two realms following Primordial Qi Master.

Returning to Simplicity.

Shedding the sharp edge.

Returning to Truth.

Completely retreating from the aura of Cultivators, entering another state of mind.

People of such a realm, honestly, were not considered strong in Lin Hao’s eyes, just dominant in the Mortal World, but cannon fodder in another Plane.

He was surprised that Song Qinghong at this moment was this powerful.

A full three major realms above him.

This took him completely by surprise.

"Little guy, I’ve come out, so will you release him?" Song Qinghong, with his hands behind his back, asked Lin Hao, no one could tell his emotions, he was totally unreadable.

"No."

As he spoke.

Lin Hao stabbed Song Manjiang again with his sword.

"Pu."

Blood spurted out.

Song Manjiang stared at Lin Hao incredulously, opening his mouth.

He could never have imagined that Lin Hao would be so unreasonable, so disrespectful to the Song family’s ancient elder.

Just kill as he said...

"Mad...man..."

Before falling, Song Manjiang exerted all his strength and finally spat out two words.

Then, he lay on the ground, motionless, and completely dead.

"I said I was going to kill him." Lin Hao looked at Song Qinghong, equally calm, his youthful face filled with composure, "Do you have any objections?"

"Um... little guy, what is your name?" Song Qinghong, not sure if he’s pleased or angry, didn’t even glance at Song Manjiang as he fell.

"Lin Hao."

"Master Lin, you now have two choices." After getting the name, Song Qinghong spoke unhurriedly,

"First, die by my hand."

"Second, become a member of the Song Family and serve us."

Song Qinghong had lived for more than a hundred years and had countless descendants; losing one or two didn’t matter to him.

As long as he was alive, the Song Family would not fall.

He took an interest in Lin Hao and wanted to recruit him.

To work for the Song Family, to become a man of the Song Family.

Or more accurately... a dog.

A dog of the Song Family!

Only then would it not be a waste for him to appear in person.

These bland statements, any intelligent person would know how to choose.

Even more so, the second option he offered enticed the three cultivators outside the hall immensely.

Although they knew that joining the Song Family meant being the Song Family’s dogs.

But, even as a dog of the Song Family, they would be among the elite!

A status they coveted!

"Killing someone and still gaining the favor of Song Qinghong, it’s an incredible stroke of luck."

"This kid is indeed powerful; even the old ancestor of the Song Family is tempted."

The three of them were profoundly impressed; if it were them, they would immediately choose the second option.

Nangong Lin grew increasingly silent; if it were earlier, he might have been able to intervene, but with Song Qinghong’s appearance, the situation had moved beyond his control.

However, he was curious about what choice Lin Hao would make.

Lin Hao kicked aside the body of Song Manjiang and stepped steadily up to Song Qinghong, stopping less than a meter away.

"Song Qinghong, thinking about killing at 146 years old? I won’t choose either of your conditions."

"Oh?" Song Qinghong was not in a hurry, he asked with a chuckle, "In this world, is there really anyone who isn’t afraid of death?"

"There is."

Lin Hao said, "But not me, I am afraid of death."

In his previous life, Lin Hao might not have feared death, but in this life, he truly feared it.

Not because he cherished his own life, but because he had too much to protect.

"Since you fear death, why dare to say such things?" Song Qinghong confidently said, "Unless you think I’m like Song Manjiang, to be toyed with by you for so long?"

"Or do you think, with the Spirit Sword, you could kill me?"

"Kill you? Of course, I can’t. Moreover, fighting against you, I would only need one move to be instantly reduced to ashes by you."

"But, you won’t kill me."

"Haha." Song Qinghong suddenly laughed, encountering such a confident and arrogant young man was a first for him, "Tell me why?"

"Alright, then I’ll explain."

Lin Hao spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, his tone calm, his demeanor and expression much more mature than Song Qinghong.

No one could guess what he was thinking.

Even Song Qinghong couldn’t tell.

Lin Hao’s actions were indeed unpredictable, hard to peg a rule upon.

That was also why Song Qinghong was willing to talk more with him.

He hadn’t met such an interesting young man in many years.

"Because you’re going to die." Lin Hao stood with his hands behind his back, "Song Qinghong, if I’m not mistaken, you should be 146 years old this year."

"This year is your peak, after this, you will decline, day by day, year by year."

Lin Hao’s words baffled many.

Yet, Song Qinghong’s shoulders subtly trembled, a flash of astonishment flickered through his calm eyes.

But quickly, it returned to normal: "Young man, do you know what you are talking about?"

"I didn’t say much, actually it can all be summed up in one sentence." Lin Hao said, "You are ill, and... mentally impaired!"

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