Chapter Thirty-Nine Watching the Play

  In the central square, a middle-aged man in purple clothes walked briskly over. The middle-aged man had a majestic figure, his face was stern and authoritative, with an air of oppression that came from being in a high position for a long time.

  When the middle-aged man's gaze fell on Lin, who was standing in the center of the stage, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly. Behind the middle-aged man stood two tall and imposing men with an intimidating aura.

  Qin Hao secretly found a corner and hid in it, quietly watching these three people.

  Lin Zhanbei's reaction was unusually calm, which made Qin Hao feel a bit depressed, and the sense of excitement in his heart was not as great as he had imagined. Lin Zhanbei only brought two people with him, which was indeed after careful consideration. In this situation, making too much noise would only make a big scene and add to the ridicule. Therefore, Lin Zhanbei's small-scale arrival was actually within Qin Hao's expectations.

  Under Qin Hao's gaze, Lin Zhanbei waved his hand, and the two people standing behind him stood indifferently in front of Lin Zhanbei. Then, as if ignoring the crowd blocking their way, they walked calmly towards Lin Bi's place, while Lin Zhanbei followed with an expressionless face, letting the two clear a path ahead.

  On either side of the two, an invisible wall seemed to have formed. Anyone within five steps in front of them would involuntarily disperse in all directions as if pushed by an unseen force. Despite the crowd, the three people's footsteps were unimpeded.

  The two of them walked with an increasingly solemn air, like two towering mountains moving forward, heavy and oppressive.

  The footsteps of the two were like drumbeats, treading on predetermined rhythm points, growing louder and more intense, like a torrential downpour. On their bodies, dazzling blue light circles also lit up, moving forward with them, and with each step, the substantial light circles would fluctuate, expanding slightly, and the color became even deeper and more resplendent.

  Ling Xuan is strong! Only a strong Ling Xuan can condense the mysterious energy into a tangible state. Moreover, the familiarity on both of their bodies is definitely not something that an ordinary Ling Xuan realm cultivator can achieve.

  Almost at the same time as Qin Hao's judgment, a change also appeared in the field. Everyone discovered this situation and quickly retreated to one side, leaving a large empty space in the middle, which had already formed in an instant and was still gradually expanding.

  As for those guys who were just now enthusiastically discussing and analyzing...

  "Uh, that researcher's brush combined with a few steps, extremely decisive and crazy sprinting, the speed can make most martial artists who pride themselves on their physical skills ashamed to death..."

  That elegant man who lamented "The world is getting worse, people's hearts are no longer ancient" remained expressionless when he saw Lin Zhanbei appear. He opened his fan and pulled over a man beside him, politely asking: "Sir, may I ask how to get to the Jiuxuan Pavilion? I'm new here and don't know the way."

  And the storyteller named "Bo Jie" was the most tragic one. From beginning to end, he chose to stand there, staring at Lin Bi with fiery eyes, not knowing what he was recording.

  When Lin Zhanbei approached, he was still in a state of writing hastily, as can be imagined, his outcome would not be good. A man from the Lin family who walked over directly picked him up with one hand and threw him out more than ten meters away.

  What's even more astonishing is that the storyteller was still injured, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, yet he continued to record without stopping, making one admire his professional spirit...

  Lin Zhanbei glanced at the storyteller with a light gaze, his eyes calm and expressionless. He turned his head to look at the situation on stage where Lin Bi was, a flash of sternness crossing his face.

  He looked up and down at Lin Bi's situation, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter. With a wave of his hand, the two men he brought with him directly lifted Lin Bi and the other two people and quickly ran towards the direction of Lin's house.

  Qin Hao secretly smiled to himself, he naturally knew why Lin Zhanbei didn't directly untie the three people. The sticky substance used by the fat man was the juice of the purple spirit grass, which was difficult to untie once it stuck, and could only be slowly dissolved by finding a corresponding plant juice to neutralize or waiting for its effect to slowly fade away...

  Lin Zhan glanced around at the crowd in the arena, then withdrew his gaze. He didn't linger any longer and walked out of the arena at a steady pace.

  His footsteps were extremely slow and powerful, unhurried and composed. It seemed that Lin's loss of face for the Lin family had no effect on him, not even a hint of annoyance remained in his heart.

  It was only when the parties involved knew that it was true. When Lin Zhanbei's figure disappeared, the crowd, which had already quieted down, once again erupted in a loud noise.

  "So calm? It seems like there's no reaction at all? Is Lin Zhanbei really as still as water, with no ripples? I've been paying attention to his expression just now, and it doesn't seem to have changed."

  "Hmm! I've also been paying attention for a long time, and this Lin family head is indeed steady and majestic."

  "It's true that he appears stern and stable, but whether his heart is as calm as still water is uncertain. Some people are more fiery the quieter they appear on the surface. A barking dog won't bite a person. I wonder who will be the next to suffer."

  "Hmph! Would someone who can do such a thing wait obediently for Lin Zhanbei to come find him? He's probably hiding somewhere already. I'd like to meet the person who came up with this move."

  "After eating a full meal, I can tell the best stories. I want to be rewarded." Yet it was that "Boshutang" storyteller who spoke with his mouth still moving while vomiting blood and taking notes.

  After enjoying the good show, Qin Hao felt extremely pleased in his heart and walked towards the Qin family with great satisfaction.

  The play is over, but there's still business to attend to. Although I've dealt with the Lin family for now, Lin Zhanbei might have internal injuries from being stifled, but it's not a thorough solution to the problem.

  Unless he could suffocate Lin Zhanbei directly, the Lin family would still be an unavoidable obstacle in front of him.

  After all, one must have absolute strength to contend with it. Thinking of this, Qin Hao suddenly remembered the eight relatives he had trained for a period of time.

  "In eight days, it will be the day of the trial, I wonder how their skills have improved."

  Qin Hao thought to himself, his legs unconsciously moving towards the direction of the Qin family's martial arts arena.

  Upon arrival, he found that a large number of Qin family descendants had gathered in the martial arts arena.

  After Qin Hao passed on the "Thousand Miles Riding the Wind" and training methods to those eight people, he rarely set foot here again.

  The current martial arts arena has undergone a huge change, unlike when Qin Hao trained them. The entire arena is now filled with dense and lush wooden arrays, whereas before only the central area had this feature. The original wooden stakes and stone pedestals used for training martial skills have been relegated to one side, occupying an extremely small space.

  Nearly a hundred Qin family youths dispersed in all directions, each choosing a region with dense or sparse long woods to practice the "Thousand Miles Wind Control" body technique. Those who wanted to practice their martial skills also stood among the long wood groups, triggering countless long woods to charge towards themselves, and then using their martial skills to resist head-on. This training method was actually much stronger than before when they only used stationary wooden stakes and stone pedestals.

  Since the eight people practiced with Qin Hao's footwork and family guards, and achieved considerable results, the training method of the Qin family has changed so much, which is unexpected by Qin Hao.

  With a somewhat astonished expression, Qin Hao made several rounds of inspection in the arena, and his joy increased by a few points. Although they didn't notice it, their way of using Xuan Qi, their timing of using martial skills, were all undergoing subtle changes without them realizing it. Those changes were minute, but they were constantly accumulating, just like a silkworm storing up energy, one day it would break out of its cocoon...

  Qin Hao's arrival also attracted attention from many people.

  After all, at the age of fifteen, he stepped into the Jingxuan Peak, and with his own strength, he defeated Lin Bi in the central square. His mastery of martial skills is unimaginable, and it even brought about a transformation in Qin Ze and Qin Chao that not even the three elders could achieve...

  Such strength, just one of them is enough to make them look up...

  Qin Hao didn't pay much attention to other people's strange glances, his attention had long been focused on a lovely figure.

  Qin Yuxian was also present in the arena, cultivating. She wore a white martial artist's uniform, with her three thousand black locks tied back with a tricolored silk ribbon.

  Her feet moved with elegant steps, light and agile, like a butterfly fluttering through flowers, freely wandering in the forest of tall trees, like a dancing butterfly, beautiful, elegant and touching.

  The long wood, yellow sand, and giant rocks in the field all exuded a sense of coldness, hardness, and simplicity. However, at that moment, under Qin Yuxian's gentle dance, they seemed to have softened and become more agile, as if they had acquired another kind of beauty without being out of place.

  Qin Hao also activated "Thousand Miles Wind Control", swiftly sweeping to Qin Yuxian's side.

  "Out of seclusion." Qin Hao asked with a smile on his face while dodging.

  "Hmm!" Qin Yuxian nodded slightly, her expression unchanged.

  "Breathing has become much more stable, is there a breakthrough?"

  "No, it's still Jingxuan's tenth heavy."

  "Breakthroughs don't happen overnight, let's take it slow."

  Qin Hao smiled and said another sentence, seeing that Qin Yuxian didn't seem to want to say more, Qin Hao didn't force it either.

  Now Qin Yuxian can respond to him with a few words, rather than treating him with cold disdain, which already makes him extremely satisfied. What knot is in her heart, he doesn't know, and it's not urgent, so going along with the situation is the most suitable.

  Qin Hao nodded slightly towards Qin Yu Xian, and then swiftly moved to stand beside his elder brother, Qin Shan.

  "Qin Hao, this footwork you taught is indeed clever."

  Qin Shan saw Qin Hao, his footsteps didn't stop, but a hint of warmth appeared on his face.

  "Big brother, did you make a breakthrough during your closed-door training?"

  Qin Hao dodged the long wood while paying attention to Qin Shan's situation. Qin Shan was also clearly practicing the "Thousand Mile Wind Control" technique, and it seemed that he had become extremely proficient in a short period of time. Although there were still some imperfections when turning around, being able to reach this level in such a short practice time was already extremely rare.

  What made him even more astonished was that Qin Shan's aura had increased significantly compared to before he went into seclusion, as if he had entered a whole new realm.

  "Hmm, I've been stuck on the tenth layer of that barrier for a year or two now, and finally, there's a breakthrough."

  Qin Shan said with a proud smile, but his face unconsciously showed a hint of joy.

  During this time, Qin Ze, Qin Chao and eight other young men who had been personally trained by Qin Hao moved to a place not far from Qin Hao, rapidly circulating the "Thousand Mile Wind Body" technique, as if showing off their hard work over the past few days.

  Qin Hao gazed at the agile Qin Yuxian, the familiar stride of Qin Shan, the eight young men who had made significant progress, and the rest of the Qin family's youngsters who were diligently practicing, his eyes also inadvertently revealing a hint of extraordinary splendor.

  He swooped down beside Qin Yuxian and asked with a gentle smile: "Yuxian, I may have to temporarily take over your duties."

  "Suit yourself." Qin Yuxian replied calmly and slowly.

  Qin Hao received the answer and suddenly accelerated his speed, avoiding the obstruction of the heavy wooden bars, moving to the very center of the martial arts arena.

  Changmu Array, is a boundary with four giant stones, built in the air with the silk of the Golden Orb Weaver spider, and then hung down a section of spider silk at a specific location to suspend the Changmu in the air.

  This is the training method specifically for "Thousand Miles Wind Chasing" body technique, but this time when Qin Hao came here, he found that the "Spider Web" had undergone a huge change. Except for the expanded range of several times, some structural changes also occurred in certain positions. Most importantly, at the central node of the spider web, a small segment of blue-dyed Golden Spider Silk was suspended, and there was nothing hanging on that segment of spider silk.

  With Qin Hao's familiarity with this long wooden array and the location of the blue spider silk, Qin Hao quickly judged its function.

  With a stretch of the hand, the spider web suddenly rippled, and then, countless hanging spider silk threads began to squirm eerily. The long wooden poles in the field, which had been rapidly swinging back and forth, slowed down noticeably under the eerie movement of the spider web, their swing amplitude decreasing until they came to a complete stop...