Primordial Star Scripture-Chapter 947 - 897: Fangs (Part 4)

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I refuse!

Lin Fei'er's voice echoed through the room, leaving the Lin Family completely stunned.

What is going on?

Zuo Yan and Master Xuan have come all this way to save Fei'er. Why is Fei'er herself rejecting their help? Could it be... she doesn't want to be rescued, doesn't want to escape the danger of the Cold Poison?

The Lin Family members all looked at Lin Fei'er in confusion.

At this moment, Zuo Yan stared at Lin Fei'er in disbelief.

During his journey here, he'd imagined many scenarios—how the Lin Family would treat him with overwhelming flattery, how they would surely beg him to save Lin Fei'er.

The events leading up to now had confirmed his predictions.

The Lin Family was indeed extremely courteous to him.

Zuo Yan had further imagined how, after he saved Lin Fei'er from the grasp of the Cold Poison, she would undoubtedly be grateful, even worshipful toward him.

However, Zuo Yan never anticipated this: as soon as he arrived at Lin Fei'er's side, she outright refused his help.

"I refuse."

These three sharp words were unbearably harsh, clearly showing that Lin Fei'er didn't trust him at all!

This made the smile on Zuo Yan's face instantly awkward. It took him several moments of shock before he managed to overcome the embarrassment.

Zuo Yan forced out a smile towards Lin Fei'er. "Fei'er, you must think I'm incapable of saving you, right? Do not worry. I've brought Master Xuan, a renowned Alchemy Grandmaster from our Holy Land. His medical skills are extraordinary and will surely cure you."

Beside him, Master Xuan chimed in at Zuo Yan's cue, "I have deep expertise in the study of Cold Poison. As long as I investigate the symptoms and pinpoint its signs, I can prescribe the appropriate cure. Young lady, rest assured, I'm ninety percent confident I can resolve the Cold Poison afflicting you."

Hearing Zuo Yan and Master Xuan's assured statements, the other members of the Lin Family also spoke up one after another, "Exactly, Fei'er, don't be afraid. Since they are confident, we should at least give it a try, shouldn't we?"

"Isn't it worth hoping for a chance at recovery?"

Lin Fei'er's eldest uncle added, "Zuo Yan is a prominent figure in Frost God City, Fei'er. You don't need to worry."

Despite the various attempts at persuasion, Lin Fei'er continued shaking her head.

The young girl reached out for the letter placed next to her, written by Ye Chen, and said, "My brother told this 'Big Brother Ye Chen' everything about my situation. Big Brother Ye Chen promised to come save me. I'll wait for him."

Lin Fei'er did not reveal all her thoughts.

While the other members of the Lin Family didn't notice anything suspicious about Zuo Yan, Lin Fei'er felt a hidden and sinister flash of greed—and even an intent to kill—emanating from Zuo Yan the moment he stepped into the room.

Faced with someone harboring both greed and murderous intent toward her, how could Lin Fei'er trust him at all?

Lin Fei'er trusted her intuition completely.

Just as when she received the letter Ye Chen had someone deliver to her, and saw his handwriting on it. Although Ye Chen wrote only briefly about how he came to know Lin Shan, how Lin Shan had entrusted him, and promised little else apart from saying he would come quickly to rescue her...

Lin Fei'er had a gut feeling.

This "Big Brother Ye Chen," whom she had never met, would absolutely keep his word. He would definitely arrive soon to help her recover!

Purely relying on this intuition alone,

Lin Fei'er trusted Ye Chen far more than she trusted Zuo Yan, who was standing right beside her!

Unable to explain her perception of Zuo Yan's true nature to the Lin Family, Lin Fei'er could only express that she was waiting for Ye Chen.

The Lin Family took her words as a sign of shyness and continued urging her persistently.

Finally, Lin Fei'er could no longer contain herself. She struggled to shout loudly, "I don't want it means I don't want it! Even if I die, I won't accept their help!"

Due to her severe Cold Poison, Lin Fei'er's outburst left her delicate hair disheveled and beads of sweat forming on her pale forehead.

"Fei'er!"

Lin Fei'er's loud declaration startled her father and mother, who were resting in a nearby room.

They had fainted multiple times upon hearing the news of Lin Shan's death on Heavenly God Mountain and had been bedridden since, recuperating quietly over the past few days.

Upon hearing Lin Fei'er's voice, they rushed over immediately.

After understanding the situation and seeing the determined gleam in their daughter's eyes, both of them unhesitatingly turned to Zuo Yan and Master Xuan and said, "Thank you for coming all this way. Since Fei'er doesn't consent, that's the end of the matter. We must respect her decision."

The other members of the Lin Family, deeply loving Lin Fei'er, also followed suit.

Although they wished for Zuo Yan to save Lin Fei'er—and even contemplated establishing ties with Zuo Yan—

they wouldn't force Lin Fei'er to cooperate when her refusal was so adamant.

Lin Xiao stepped forward apologetically and cupped his hands toward Zuo Yan and Master Xuan. "Young friend Zuo Yan, Master Xuan, we deeply apologize. If you wouldn't mind moving to the guest hall, we'll host a proper banquet to express our gratitude. As for Fei'er, it seems the heavens will decide her fate. It's likely she isn't destined to receive your aid."

The other Lin Family members nodded solemnly, no longer trying to persuade her.

At that moment, as he caught the faint look of disgust in Lin Fei'er's bright eyes, Zuo Yan's heart surged with boundless rage!

He hadn't anticipated that his carefully crafted plan would fall apart at the very last step because of Lin Fei'er!

"Am I really so repulsive to you? You'd rather perish than let me save you!"

Instantly, malice sprouted in his heart.

Zuo Yan had come for Lin Fei'er's unique "Ice Spirit Mysterious Body" in the first place, and he wouldn't allow himself to fail now.

"Originally, I wanted to save you, then let you feel grateful, so I could slowly plot to take your 'Ice Spirit Mysterious Body.' Since you won't let me help, there's no need to waste time pretending!"

"After all, it's just a small Middle Earth God family. If I want something, who can stop me?"

As Zuo Yan's thoughts churned, a formidable killing intent emanated from him.

Zuo Yan, a Heavenly Divine Venerable, carried with him an aura of immense ferocity. As it spread through the room, the members of the Lin Family began trembling uncontrollably.

Everyone in the Lin Family realized that something was wrong. With fear in their eyes, they turned to Zuo Yan.

Lin Xiao's heart sank with dread. He hurriedly addressed Zuo Yan, "Young friend Zuo Yan, please don't misunderstand! Fei'er bears no ill will toward you. There's no need to take offense!"

"Offense?" Zuo Yan no longer felt the need to conceal his true intentions. Laughing coldly, he didn't bother wasting further pleasantries. "Hah! Of course I won't take offense."

"But regardless of anything, I'm taking Lin Fei'er away today!"

"Whether or not she accepts my aid, she's coming with me!"

"Anyone who dares to obstruct me will die!"

*Gasp.*

Zuo Yan's words left the Lin Family in complete disbelief.

They couldn't fathom how the once-gentlemanly Zuo Yan had revealed such a monstrous side.

Was he really planning to battle the entire Lin Family?

And the expression on his face when he said he'd take Lin Fei'er—it wasn't one of love or admiration. It was as if he were preparing to devour her!

The Lin Family's earlier guilt over Fei'er rejecting Zuo Yan vanished entirely.

They now realized that Zuo Yan's offer to save Lin Fei'er had never been sincere to begin with!

Upon being refused, he had bared his fangs!

Understanding this, the Lin Family's collective Divine Power surged mightily.

Regardless of Zuo Yan being a Heavenly Divine Venerable, or whether Master Xuan was an Upper Immortal Divine Venerable,

if they intended to take Lin Fei'er by force, the Lin Family would resist with all their might—even if it meant leaving their corpses behind!