Don't Mess with That Dragon-Chapter 571 - 021 Serious Injury
On the back of the flying crane, the cold and charming girl beside the young man seemed to sense something.
On her smooth and fair face, her crescent-shaped eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Brother Jin, it’s just a mere menial, why bother to pay any attention."
The cold voice echoed in the air.
"It’s precisely because it’s just a mere menial, an ant-like being, where does he get the audacity to dare to look directly at us? If it wasn’t for giving Junior Sister some face, that kid would have been turned to dust by now."
The young man’s voice said lightly, not caring in the least.
Upon hearing this, the girl also fell silent.
This was also the truth. According to her understanding of him, this naturally arrogant Brother Jin could indeed destroy someone just for looking a moment too long.
After all, it was just a mere mortal servant, not worth much attention.
The mystical flying crane circled three times in the high sky.
Finally, it descended from the sky, causing a huge torrent in the air,
Just like the Immortal Gods riding the wind and handling the qi, landing in the mortal world.
A wave of pure and mysterious energy swept around.
The crowd surged, led by the Martial Arts Hall Master welcoming them,
The few people who disembarked from the divine crane became the undisputed focus of the scene at this moment.
Attracting everyone’s gaze.
No one noticed that in the corner by the wall on that remote square, young Lin Han had fallen to the ground, blood flowing from his nose and mouth, his head roaring, his consciousness already plunged into a dark abyss.
The Martial Arts Hall servants kneeling around him all discreetly pulled away to a distance.
They didn’t want to invite trouble upon themselves by offending a big figure.
On this day,
The entire Martial Arts Hall was enveloped in an atmosphere of joy.
After the welcoming ceremony,
The crowd on the square followed today’s protagonists as they left.
The crowd dispersed.
Only young Lin Han was left alone, lying on the ground.
The steward managing these servants frowned at this sight, casually instructing the two nearby servants to handle the aftermath.
No matter what the reason, he had offended the distinguished guests.
Whether he could survive probably depended on the whims of those big figures.
Thus, the unconscious and fainted Lin Han was dragged away by two servants and thrown back into the shabby house left by an old widower.
The pathetic Lin Han, with continued bleeding from his nose and ears.
His breath was weak.
The previous cold snort had exploded in his ears, scattering and shredding all his thoughts, his mind already a blank.
As if he could die at any moment.
Young Lin Han lay there alone on the ground.
Inside the house, strands of Spiritual Qi began to seep from the hidden box, drifting in the air, and were then absorbed into Lin Han’s body.
Perhaps it was the help of that indistinct Spiritual Qi, as Lin Han struggled between life and death, he ultimately did not fall completely into the dark abyss.
Until several hours later.
The sky outside had darkened.
Lin Han painfully opened his eyes, his eyelids feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"Cough, cough..."
He coughed violently, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Hiss!
His head throbbed as if it would split open,
like being split into halves by an ax, the sensation of his entire head being ground to bits,
it was a pain that penetrated the soul.
His mental seas felt like they were torn into countless pieces.
"Huff, huff, huff!"
Young Lin Han breathed heavily.
He climbed up and leaned against the wall, gasping for a long time before coming back to himself.
"That person..."
Recalling that knife-like gaze, Lin Han couldn’t help but feel a shock and fright in his heart, his hands and feet going cold.
He almost died,
just from a single gaze across hundreds of meters in the sky, it nearly killed him.
Such power, such terror was simply unbelievable!
But,
Why?!
Is it just because I looked a moment longer than others that I have to fall to such a fate?
At this moment, frustration and indignation surged within Lin Han’s heart.
His fists clenched unwillingly.
His deep eyes glinted with icy light.
Years ago, when "Grandfather" passed away, no one cared, the corpse just lay coldly on the bed.
That night, the Martial Arts Hall Master hosted a banquet for the families in the ancient town, with rich food and wine, courtesans from brothels dancing and singing, the bright flames of the banquet overshadowing the pouring rain outside.
The whole Martial Arts Hall was filled with an atmosphere of joy.
And young Lin Han’s "Grandfather," the old man who picked him up from the snow when he was a child, quietly left this world.
Later,
When the steward heard of this, he simply ordered a few servants to wrap Grandfather’s corpse in straw and toss it in the wild cemetery outside of the ancient town.
Not even a mat was provided.
The few servants cursed and left Grandfather’s corpse by the roadside of the wild cemetery, searched his body, spat, and turned away.
As for whether the corpse would be eaten by wild dogs roaming the cemetery, that was of no concern to them.
It was young Lin Han himself who braved the pouring rain that day to climb the hill and dig a pit for Grandfather.
To bury him for peace.
On that rainy night, Lin Han kept vigil alone by Grandfather’s grave mound.
He was drenched in the rain all night.
He couldn’t write, so Grandfather’s grave didn’t even have a tombstone.
For some reason, on that rainy night, Lin Han clearly recalled scenes of life with Grandfather.
He was a pitiable old man.
No wife, no children, a lifetime of loneliness.
No relatives, no friends.
No one knew his past, nor did anyone care about his aspirations.
He lived in this world in solitude,
Like a living corpse.
If not for picking up young Lin Han back then, he probably would have finished his days alone, dying on an unknown rainy night, thrown into the wild cemetery with no burial mound.
No solitary grave.
On that night, Lin Han suddenly felt an unfounded fear.
He was afraid,
afraid Grandfather’s future would be his own.
So,
Lin Han began to practice martial arts.
He started consciously stealing the Basic Martial Arts taught by the Martial Arts Instructors.
He believed,
Strong Power could change the fate of the future.
That day, he conceived a thought a servant should not have.
This thought, carrying endless yearning for a certain future goal, eventually turned into years of unwavering perseverance after experiencing hardship with Grandfather.
"Damn it! One day, I will stand at their level, soaring freely in this sky!"
Recalling the figure on the divine crane who gravely injured him with a glance, Lin Han was filled with boundless anger.
Why!
Just because I curiously looked a bit longer, it almost cost me my life.
How could they be so tyrannical!
"When I soar to the ninth heavens, I must demand justice from him for today!"
The spirit of youth,
filled him with righteous indignation.
"Boy, very ambitious, but at the rate you’re training now, you’ll never stand at the same level as the other party in this lifetime..."
