Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 263 - 262: Iron Head Skill?
"Boss, those bastards have fallen behind, none of them followed us here. Do you want me to go and hurry them up?"
At that moment, the Three Armies Guard of Honor was leading the funeral procession, about to leave the city and near the vicinity of the Imperial Capital.
Following behind Lin Fan, Wang Meng's expression changed slightly. He stepped forward two paces and whispered a reminder.
"Ignore them. Sooner or later, they will come running to kneel before my mother's grave, crying in shame and regret."
Lin Fan spoke coldly, without turning his head, his face expressionless.
Having those guys kneel for the funeral procession was a major humiliation before everyone.
But it was merely a beginning, just a tiny interest on the old grudges.
When the Ying and Shen Families completely collapse one day,
they will then realize the grave errors they made back then!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amid the mournful music, the funeral procession gradually halted, standing in a sea of white at the foothills of Emperor's Mausoleum.
Countless soul banners, wreaths, paper figurines, and horses, continued to be delivered, piling up around like a mountain.
It looked like a sudden late September snow.
The ceremonial cannon fired three more times, and the Three Armies Guard of Honor ascended the mountain, leading Lin Fan and his group to the top of the Emperor's Mausoleum.
"Mom, you'll find peace here from now on. Shen Yueli and the others, will never dare to disturb your spirit again..."
Lin Fan, staring at the fresh grave pit, murmured to the urn wrapped in a red cloth in his hands.
Beside the grave pit was a seven-year-old tombstone.
On the marble tombstone, three glaring words: Ying Bufan!
Crack, crack!
Seeing his own cenotaph, Lin Fan appeared dazed for a moment.
Interestingly, it was his first time seeing his cemetery, while still alive.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan approached, lifting his hand like a knife.
He forcibly scraped off the name "Ying Bufan" from the hard and thick tombstone, replacing it with "Lin Fan"!
He hated the Ying family, even despising his former name along with it.
"You all go ahead; I want to stay with my mom for a while."
After filling and leveling the earth, erecting a brand new tombstone,
and finishing everything, Lin Fan sat alone in front of the grave, shaking his head at the crowd.
"..."
In response, following Xia Bingbing and others' eyes reddened, showing a trace of heartache.
They wanted to stay with Lin Fan but were persuaded to leave by Mr. Xia Sr. and others, who wore expressions of sentiment.
The surrounding footsteps faded away. The night steadily descended upon the grave-covered top of the Emperor's Mausoleum.
Lin Fan sat there crouching, hugging his knees, silently like he used to wait for his mother to return from medical visits to have dinner.
But this time, he could never again wait for that elegant and gentle silhouette.
"Mom, I have to leave. I will visit you again in the future..."
The night was pitch black, cold moonlight spilled from the cloud gaps, forming a frost-like outline in front of the grave.
After a long time, Lin Fan knelt before the tombstone, heavily bowing three times, murmuring with some sadness.
His mother's vengeance remained unavenged fully.
Aside from the Ying and Shen Families, there were also the original culprits from that year.
Xuanwu Mountain!
Leaving Shen Yueli and the others alive not only subjected them to torment.
Lin Fan aimed to lure out those from Xuanwu Mountain through them.
Only making all involved in that year face a bloody price,
could relieve the hate in his heart!
Boom!
Fixing his gaze, Lin Fan punched the ground, embedding his fist marks several inches deep.
No matter what kind of bullshit hidden sect you claim Xuanwu Mountain to be.
When I find your mountain gate, and seek out those who pressured me back then, they must die!
Rising abruptly, Lin Fan took one last deep look at his mother's tombstone, making a decisive stride down the mountain.
By the roadside at the foot of the mountain, a familiar black Benz was parked.
As Lin Fan approached, two bright beams of light flickered on, as if signaling him.
"Boss, you didn't think I would still be waiting for you, did you, hehe!"
Within the car, Wang Meng, poked his head out the window, grinning at Lin Fan.
This man, although younger than him, won Wang Meng's heartfelt allegiance and commitment to follow!
Not only because he let Wang Meng have a great time at the Shen house during the day,
but also for the unyielding valor he embodied!
"Let's go to The First People's Hospital."
Lin Fan felt a trace of warmth in his heart, bumped fists with Wang Meng, and opened the car door, taking the passenger seat.
He took out his phone to glance at it, finding numerous missed calls and messages.
Among them were WeChat messages from Master Jiang and Master Song, who had escorted the Yun City Shen Family.
Both had already come and gone, and now should be with Master Yang at the hospital, accompanying him in healing.
Recalling his promise to the three, to help them unblock their meridians and enhance their martial arts prowess.
Lin Fan put down the phone, immediately nodding to Wang Meng.
"Alright!"
Wang Meng asked no more questions, and immediately ignited the engine.
In an instant, the black Benz roared out of Emperor's Mausoleum like a tiger unleashed, heading toward The First People's Hospital in town!
"Mr. Lin!"
"Mr. Lin is here!"
Before long, the car arrived at the hospital entrance.
Though it was late at night, the hospital was brightly lit, quite bustling.
Lin Fan and Wang Meng carried fruit baskets upstairs, arriving at Master Yang's ward, and the people inside rose in unison, stunned to greet them.
"Hmm, I'm here to check on Master Yang and solve some trouble for you all, incidentally."
Lin Fan motioned for the few to stay calm, not to disturb other patients in the room.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for remembering us..."
Seeing Lin Fan take out a needle case, Master Yang, Master Song, and Master Jiang standing aside, were all quite moved.
Even Master Yang's family, knowing the backstory, were deeply moved and ashamed.
Whoosh, whoosh!
As Lin Fan started treating Master Yang with needles, the ward fell into silence.
Even the patients on the neighboring bed watched with interest, not daring to interrupt.
"Alright, once your bones heal, you'll be fine."
After a moment, Lin Fan collected all the silver needles, then turned to the eagerly watching Masters Jiang and Song.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin! I feel much better, hiss... like, like...!!"
Master Yang felt ashamed, recalling previous rude words toward Lin Fan, his old face suddenly flushed.
Focusing inward to sense changes within, he suddenly widened his eyes, pupils vibrating!
The previously blocked crucial meridians, hindering his martial arts realm from advancing,
were now completely unobstructed when channeling energy around!
The warm energy flowed freely through his internal meridians, finally converging in the Dantian, like igniting a bonfire!
Boom!
The excitement filled Master Yang, feeling an overwhelming strength throughout, wishing to roar to the sky!
Yet, his limbs were encased in thick plaster, unable to move.
Suddenly, he lunged headlong into the wall!
After a loud noise, a large basin-sized hole appeared in the once solid wall,.
revealing the terrified faces of those in the adjacent ward!
"Hahaha, I've done it, I've become a Qi Condensation Grandmaster!"
The abrupt change left everyone in the room stunned.
Those unknowing patients on the neighboring bed almost wet their pants in fear!
They shouted for nurses while nervously glancing at Lin Fan,.
as if looking at a monster ready to devour them!
