The Entry-plundering Demon Hunter

Guo Wu, Lei Sheng, and Lan Yang all left the office.

"Is there something else?"

The old man noticed Yang Xiong hadn’t left.

Yang Xiong smiled. "Old Chief, I’d like to ask you about someone!"

"Who?" the old man asked, his expression calm as he sat down behind his desk.

Yang Xiong, however, sat right down across from him.

This caused the old man’s expression to shift slightly.

A flicker of annoyance unintentionally crossed his face.

Yang Xiong was here on behalf of the Martial Arts Alliance to create the final, major question for the martial arts examinees.

However, the old man also knew very well.

He definitely had other motives.

Yang Xiong said with a smile, "Old Chief, this person, Lin Yi... what do you know about him?"

"Hm?"

When he heard the name ’Lin Yi’,

a ripple disturbed his originally calm expression.

But it vanished just as quickly.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing, don’t misunderstand... Among this year’s martial arts examinees, Lin Yi has been outstanding in every test, holding firm to first place!"

"Furthermore, he possesses a 3-star realm. It’s clear his talent far surpasses that of his peers!"

"His performance was especially prominent in the mental trial!"

"He even... established a Heart Spirit Domain!"

The moment Yang Xiong said this,

the old man’s gaze had already started turning ice-cold.

But Yang Xiong didn’t notice the change in the old man’s demeanor and continued, "I suspect... Lin Yi might be the White Tiger Martial God..."

Just as Yang Xiong uttered those words,

a sudden tremor shook his spirit, and an indescribable dread made his heart race.

He quickly looked up at the old man.

The latter’s expression was placid, but his eyes were brimming with killing intent.

"I advise you not to meddle in affairs that don’t concern you. Go back to where you came from!"

"Especially when it comes to Lin Yi. I don’t want everyone in the Martial Arts Alliance to know about this. Do you understand what I’m saying?"

the old man said, his tone icy.

Instantly, Yang Xiong gave him a surprised look.

"Old Chief, the Martial Arts Alliance already knows about the White Tiger Martial God.

The Alliance sent me here precisely to investigate the White Tiger Martial God’s whereabouts. As a member of the Martial Arts Alliance, you..."

BOOM—

Before Yang Xiong could finish, the old man struck out with his palm from a distance.

He sent Yang Xiong, chair and all, flying several meters away.

CRASH! He slammed into the wall.

That was what finally stopped him.

"Cough, cough, cough! Old Chief, what are you...?"

Yang Xiong coughed violently, a mouthful of blood spraying from his lips.

"What White Tiger Martial God? I don’t know anything about that, or who it is.

Lin Yi is my grandson. That’s all!"

"Let me give you a piece of advice. When you get back, you’d better think carefully about what you should and shouldn’t say!"

"If I find out the Alliance tries to do anything to Lin Yi, you’ll be the first one I won’t forgive!"

As he finished speaking, a glint flickered in Yang Xiong’s eyes.

In that moment, he finally understood why no one had reported the matter of the Martial God to the Alliance.

’So it was Yi Nanshan who suppressed it all.’

With a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, Yang Xiong slowly got to his feet.

He felt a searing pain inside him, as if he were being burned from within.

’He knew very well that Yi Nanshan hadn’t intended to kill him just now. Otherwise, he’d be a dead man already.’

But he couldn’t understand. The White Tiger Martial God was of immense significance.

For hundreds of years, the Martial Arts Alliance had longed for the advent of a Martial God.

Now that one had finally appeared, why was he stopping it from being reported?

Clutching his chest, Yang Xiong stared at Yi Nanshan and said, "Old Chief, I... I don’t understand... Why? Why hide this from the Alliance and not report the matter of the Martial God?"

"Even if... even if he is your grandson... if he were confirmed to be the Martial God, it would bring the Yi Family nothing but benefits! Why hide it?"

Yi Nanshan glanced at him.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a cold sneer.

"Yang Xiong, how many years have you been in the Martial Arts Alliance?"

"For... for over twenty years!" Yang Xiong answered quickly.

The old man nodded. "More than twenty years. Then you must have seen some of the Alliance’s methods, haven’t you?"

"If it were truly confirmed that Lin Yi is the White Tiger Martial God, the Alliance would definitely take control of him. They’d monitor him right under their noses, restrict his freedom, restrict his every move, and even restrict his entire life!"

"By then, Lin Yi’s life would be nothing but cultivation. He’d even become a puppet of the Martial Arts Alliance...

I am his grandfather. How could I stand by and watch his life be ruined like that? I would rather he were an ordinary child, even one with no talent for Martial Arts!"

"So, do you really think I would hand Lin Yi over to the Martial Arts Alliance?"

"Yang Xiong, your loyalty to the Alliance and your diligent work ethic are good things!"

"You and I have different positions. My loyalty to the Martial Arts Alliance is second to none, but... protecting my grandson is also something I must do!"

"As long as I have a breath left in my body, how could I allow him to come to any harm?"

After Yi Nanshan finished speaking,

Yang Xiong’s brow furrowed, and he looked deeply at Yi Nanshan for a few moments.

The next moment, Yi Nanshan walked up to him.

"What happened today... I don’t want anyone other than myself to know about it. So I’m afraid I’ll have to inconvenience you."

"Chief? Old Chief, what... what are you going to do?"

Yang Xiong’s expression changed in alarm, and he looked terrified.

The old man glanced at him with a light chuckle. "I’m going to let you have a little sleep and forget what just happened!"

"You... you’re going to erase my memory? Old Chief, that... that will cause irreversible damage to my spirit! I promise I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone. I won’t tell the Alliance what happened today when I go back. I’m begging you, don’t do this to me...!"

"Heh!"

The old man let out a soft laugh.

"I only trust two kinds of people: those whose memories have been wiped from their spirits, and dead men.

The fact that I’m not making you the latter is already an act of exceptional mercy on my part!"

The words had barely left his lips before Yang Xiong could say anything more.

The old man raised his hand and gently tapped his index finger on the center of Yang Xiong’s brow.

A faint blue speck of light instantly sank into his mind.

Immediately, Yang Xiong’s eyes went vacant and dull.

Within a few seconds, his consciousness had been completely erased.

The moment Yi Nanshan withdrew his hand, a voice came from the side.

"Teacher, what should we do with him?"

As the voice spoke, a man wearing a bamboo hat appeared out of thin air.

Yi Nanshan glanced at him. "Take him back to his dormitory for now. Let him rest well!"

"Yes, Teacher!"

The man in the bamboo hat nodded, stepped forward, and directly hoisted the unconscious Yang Xiong onto his shoulder.

Just as he was about to walk out, an icy chill washed over him from behind.

The man in the bamboo hat immediately froze.

He quickly turned his head and said, "Teacher, I-I-I... I forgot to knock again. Next time, next time I definitely won’t make the same mistake..."

The old man glanced at him and waved his hand. "Go on!"

"Yes, Teacher!"

The man in the bamboo hat nodded hastily, shouldered Yang Xiong, and hurried out of the office.

When Yi Nanshan was the only one left in the office,

he walked to the window and gazed at the blood-red horizon.

Killing intent filled his eyes. ’It’s time to settle things with Blood Drop!’

...

["We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later..."]

The cold, automated voice on the phone

made Lin Yi grow increasingly worried.

As soon as the Martial Arts exam was over, he had immediately called Tang Qinru.

to let her know he was safe.

After that, he called Chu Zhengxiong and Qin Zhaoxue, one after another.

But all of their phones were turned off.

He still couldn’t reach them, even as the sky began to darken.

Sitting next to him, Wei Nan looked at the dejected Lin Yi.

"What, you still can’t get through?"

Lin Yi nodded. "They’re off."

"Well, maybe something came up? Didn’t you say they’re all from the Demon Hunting Bureau?"

"They’re probably on a mission. They’ll be back once they’re done!"

Wei Nan tried to soothe Lin Yi.

Hearing this, Lin Yi smiled and nodded.

"Maybe. It’s fine. The exams are finally over today, anyway. Come on, big bro will treat you to a meal!"

"Meal, my ass! It’s almost dark. The restaurants and all are about to close. Let’s do it some other day!" Wei Nan said with a pout.

Lin Yi glanced at the sky and nodded. "Alright, then. Let’s wait for the day the results are released!"

"That’s for the best. When the time comes, invite all your friends from the Demon Hunting Bureau.

I want to meet them, too. That way, when we get to the New District, we’ll have some big shots to rely on!"

"Big shots? Aren’t I your big shot?"

"Hahaha... Those big shots are different from you! And who wouldn’t want a few extra big shots to rely on, right?"

Lin Yi: "..."