191: Chapter 190 The General's Brain! Chen Niu's Prestige! Chen Lin is Stunned!

"Chen Niu?"

Representative Luo Hong was stunned on the spot.

Several senior brothers around him also looked at each other, and for a moment, no one spoke.

Seeing this, Chen Lin continued, "Last time I was on a mission and killed that Mr. Han, before he died, he asked me, 'Who is Chen Niu to you?'"

"I said he was my father at the time, and the guy was completely dumbfounded."

"He would rather use his last bit of vitality to send a message than dare to resist."

Having said this, Chen Lin paused, his eyes becoming somewhat complex.

"I was quite curious at the time and could never figure out why."

"But just now, I suddenly realized."

Huh? Is the Martial General Brain starting to kick in?

Representative Luo Hong swallowed hard.

"What did you figure out?"

Chen Lin answered truthfully, "You just said that this time the Ghost Race invasion of Wu City is led by Han Tian, who is also Mr. Han's older brother."

"Teacher, think about it. I killed Han Tian's own brother. If it were any normal person, what would their first reaction be?"

"To seek revenge on you," Representative Luo Hong answered instinctively.

"Correct." Chen Lin nodded.

"But Han Tian didn't."

"He assembled the Ghost Race army to attack Wu City, captured Uncle Zhou, and slaughtered the common people. He did so many things, yet not a single one was aimed directly at me."

"This is illogical."

Representative Luo Hong fell silent.

He was a Martial Dao Grandmaster, and his brain worked faster than anyone else's. He hadn't thought in this direction before because he lacked information.

But now that Chen Lin had laid it out, the chain of logic was as clear as it could possibly be.

"Are you saying... Han Tian doesn't dare to touch you?"

"It's not that he doesn't dare to touch me, it's that he doesn't dare to touch me directly."

Chen Lin corrected him, "He isn't sure what would happen if he touched me, so he took a detour and touched the people around me."

"And the root cause is that he fears my father, Chen Niu."

The surroundings went completely silent.

Senior Brother Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Silver Wolf crossed his arms, his brows furrowed so tightly that a fly could be crushed between them.

Representative Luo Hong closed his eyes, searching rapidly in his mind.

Chen Niu.

Chen Niu???

Is there such a person in Great Xia?

He scoured all his memories, from the Pattern Saint Realm to the Body Saint Realm, and then to the Domain Saint Realm, from the Martial Arts Association to the various hidden families, but there was no one.

How could an existence capable of making a ninth-level Life Wheel Ghost Race member terrified, and making Han Tian not dare to act rashly, have no reputation in Great Xia?

Wait, there's a problem.

Representative Luo Hong seemed to remember that several months ago, when he recruited Chen Lin to Lixian Academy, he had done a background check on him.

Wasn't his father, Chen Niu, just a temporary worker?

Moreover, his cultivation realm wasn't high!

Crucially, he died when Chen Lin was a child.

Now the Ghost Race is afraid of him.

Is this right???

"Little Lin, who... exactly is your father?"

Representative Luo Hong opened his eyes, his voice somewhat dry.

Chen Lin shook his head.

"I don't know either."

"However, he may not have a reputation in Great Xia, but among the alien races, he probably has some clout."

Representative Luo Hong was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

No matter who Chen Niu was, now was not the time to dwell on that.

"Then what do you plan to do?"

Chen Lin took a deep breath, his gaze turning towards the direction of the back mountain.

"No matter what, I must go."

"Uncle Zhou raised me; I must repay this debt of gratitude."

"As for the rest, it depends on whether my father's reputation actually works or not."

Representative Luo Hong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Chen Lin raised his hand to stop him.

"Teacher Luo, forget about you all coming."

"Don't follow me."

"Also, don't tell Wang Gu and the others."

"If that group finds out, they'll definitely come up the mountain to find me, just causing trouble for me."

Representative Luo Hong opened his mouth, but in the end, it only turned into a sigh.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Chen Lin nodded, and a flash of light appeared in his hand as the mountain-splitting axe emerged.

The patterns on the axe seemed to come alive, shimmering with brilliant colors, illuminating him until he was enveloped in a faint golden halo.

"Teacher Luo, wait for my return."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Lin exerted force under his feet, and his whole body shot up into the sky.

The mountain-splitting axe left a dazzling trail of light, like a shooting star traveling in reverse, heading straight for the back mountain.

Representative Luo Hong stood on the spot, looking up at the light that was getting further and further away, remaining motionless for a long time.

Senior Brother Lu Mingfei walked up to him.

"Teacher, are we really not going to follow him?"

"Would it be useful to follow him?" Representative Luo Hong smiled bitterly.

"He's right; if we follow, we'll just get in the way."

"But..."

"It depends on fate."

... Back mountain.

Ghostly energy permeated the air, blotting out the sky and sun.

The originally lush mountain forest was now unrecognizable; trees had withered, the ground was cracked, and the air was filled with a putrid stench of decay.

On the mountainside, a temporarily erected encampment was perched there.

Black flags fluttered in the wind, with hideous ghost face patterns embroidered on them.

Inside the camp, the atmosphere was as stifling as the sky before a storm.

Having just been scolded away by a mere lad, all the Ghost Race cultivators were holding back their anger.

Especially the few leaders at the head.

"Damn it, scared off by a mere lad. If we go back like this, won't we be laughed to death?"

"You can say that again. That kid is also bizarre. He's clearly at the early Star Bridge Realm, but he fights against the Life Wheel Realm like he's beating a dog! Damn!"

"Does anyone know who he is?" one of the armored Ghost Race generals asked.

"Don't know. He didn't say what his name was either. Could he be a genius secretly cultivated by the Martial Arts Association?"

"Must be! So what do we do? Are we still going to fight later?"

"Uh... let's wait. Han Tian brought us to invade Wu City, he should have a plan."

Everyone discussed among themselves, one word after another, getting more and more frustrated as they spoke.

Just then, a man with surging ghostly energy walked into the camp.

Looking at everyone, the man first bowed seriously, then said, "I, Han Tian, thank you all for giving me face and joining me to invade Wu City. However, being scolded away by a junior this time really ruined our morale."

As soon as these words were spoken, the generals nodded, all holding back their anger.

"Exactly. Being scolded away by a damn junior makes it look like our Han family lineage has no one!"

"Damn it, our Han family lineage is a major clan of the Ghost Race! This is truly frustrating."

Listening to the crowd's discussion, Han Tian sneered; he felt the time was right.

Then he spoke with a flourish: "Everyone, don't be angry. I know that kid is bizarre and strange; without a Saint appearing, he is almost invincible. But I just happened to beg the Old Ancestor for a Saint's strike."

"This talisman possesses three layers of the Old Ancestor's power. Later, when we reorganize the army and launch another attack, if that kid dares to show his head, we'll use this talisman directly to finish him!"

He took out a talisman wreathed in black energy from his sleeve.

The aura radiating from the flowing runes made all the Ghost Generals present tremble.

"Good!" The people around were immediately delighted.

With this treasure, no matter how bizarre that kid is, he's a dead man.

And Han Tian struck while the iron was hot: "It's just that I don't know who will control this talisman to kill that kid?"

"Han Tian, why don't you do it?"

"We brothers will go up and risk our lives for you." One Ghost General said casually.

"No, no. I... I have to accompany the Old Ancestor to play chess. You all know the Old Ancestor likes to play chess..." Han Tian hurriedly refused, a sheepish smile on his face.

Although the reason wasn't far-fetched, it still aroused the suspicion of those with keen minds.

"Han Tian, do you know something?"

"Or does that kid have some special identity? Are you afraid that killing him will bring trouble upon yourself?" A Ghost Race member frowned and asked.

The air suddenly went quiet for a moment.

"No, that kid is likely a genius from the Human Martial Artist Association. Our alien races and the human race have long been in a life-and-death struggle; why would we be afraid to kill one human genius?"

Han Tian spoke with sound reasoning, and the crowd couldn't find any logical flaws.

But they still felt something was strange.

Especially Han Tian's expression—that smile, mixed with guilt and obsequiousness—looked wrong no matter how they viewed it.

At this moment, even some of the usually thick-skinned Ghost Generals were hesitant.

Just as no one in the entire army was speaking and the atmosphere had solidified to the extreme—

Boom! A loud noise erupted from the sky!

A giant finger smashed down heavily from the clouds, carrying an earth-shattering momentum!

The person hadn't arrived, but the finger came first.

After the Taiyi Imprisoning Heaven Finger fell, dust rose everywhere, and a deep pit was smashed into the ground.

Several Ghost Generals didn't have time to dodge and were crushed to death on the spot!

The next second, Chen Lin appeared above the Ghost Race camp, holding the mountain-splitting axe, the phantom of the Perfect World slowly rotating behind him, ten-colored divine light illuminating half the sky.

In an instant, all the Ghost Generals gritted their teeth and roared angrily: "Kid, you chased us all the way to someone else's home? Aren't you being rude?"

"Do you really think we can't kill you?"

The ghost generals drew their weapons one after another, and ghostly energy surged into the sky.

One of the Ghost Generals even snatched the talisman from Han Tian's hand.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated; today we'll fight you to the death!

Chen Lin locked his eyes onto the talisman containing the Saint's strike.

It was terrifying, and the pressure was immense.

But so what!

Chen Lin steeled his heart, threw caution to the wind, actively released all his defenses, and roared down below: "Come on, kill me!"

"My name is Chen Lin, and my father is Chen Niu!"

"If you have the guts, kill me!!!"

Chen Niu?

"Your damn 'Whatever-Niu' is useless!" the Ghost General cursed.

???

Chen Lin's face darkened: "It's over, damn, my old man's name doesn't seem to work!"