42: Chapter 42 Go change my clothes

Lin Heng pondered to himself; he only knew of three Martial Arts Myths: his Master, Marshal Ye, and the Grand Elder of the Zhou Family.

If he wasn't mistaken, the Grand Elder of the Zhou Family was in all likelihood Mu Xue, and since Mu Xue was currently present, he could rule her out.

Master Wu Suanzi should be in a crazed state right now, so he could probably be ruled out as well.

Then, the one coming must be his Brother Ye.

Lin Heng felt it didn't matter; after all, he was a Martial Arts Myth himself.

"I am a Martial Arts Myth; who can kill me, and who can stop me!"

On the side, Zhou Qingming didn't think much of it; he just watched Lin Heng gazing at the sky, feeling that Lin Heng looked unfathomable.

The image of Lin Heng in his heart grew increasingly towering.

"Dad!" Zhou Qingming didn't feel the slightest embarrassment about being treated as a son by Lin Heng; instead, he felt he had gotten the better end of the deal. "I wonder what stage Dad has reached."

Lin Heng ignored him, sensing that the Martial Arts Myth was getting closer and closer.

"Boom——"

That Martial Arts Myth descended from the sky. The building above Wanhao Bar had already had a large hole blown into it, and now it had completely vanished.

As the dust and smoke cleared, Lin Heng fixed his gaze on the scene.

The other person was an old man, his clothes were somewhat disheveled, and there was an unpleasant odor on his body.

Lin Heng looked at the man and felt he didn't look like Marshal Ye; instead, he resembled Master Wu Suanzi more.

However, regardless of whether he was Marshal Ye or Master Wu Suanzi, he wouldn't know him at this point in time.

Master Wu Suanzi glanced at the people on the side, but his gaze quickly fell upon Lin Heng. He merely waved his hand, and Brother Long and the others were all enveloped by Spiritual Qi and sent down.

The entire bar—no, it was just an open-air platform now—was left with only Lin Heng and Master Wu Suanzi.

"This old man is Master Wu Suanzi. I do not know where you hail from, Fellow Daoist!" Master Wu Suanzi cupped his hands and said to Lin Heng.

To be honest, Master Wu Suanzi was very shocked right now.

Master Wu Suanzi had originally been in a crazed state, but then he suddenly sensed the aura of a Martial Arts Myth and regained his clarity.

Master Wu Suanzi knew that he was in a crazed state most of the time and could not enter the Saint Realm, so he had set up a safeguard: once he sensed the aura of a Martial Arts Myth in the outside world, he would force himself to wake up, though this was a huge drain on him.

However, Master Wu Suanzi believed that when that time truly arrived, the entire world would be on the verge of destruction, so he couldn't care about the cost.

But at this moment, he was certain that the person standing before him was not an Extra-territorial Heavenly Demon.

How is that possible? A twenty-something-year-old Martial Arts Myth?

What kind of Prodigy is this?

Lin Heng looked Master Wu Suanzi up and down.

Although he had been mentioned many times in the simulator, this was still the first time he had seen him in person.

"I am—" Lin Heng wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to explain it.

That's right, how should he answer the other party?

Master Wu Suanzi seemed to see that Lin Heng didn't want to reveal his origins and didn't force him: "If you don't want to say, Fellow Daoist, then forget it. But I must ask you to answer me: are you a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom, Fellow Daoist?"

Lin Heng sensed that Master Wu Suanzi was utilizing the Spiritual Qi within his body.

Although he wasn't afraid of Master Wu Suanzi, in truth, Lin Heng really didn't want to fight him.

"Yes," Lin Heng replied.

Master Wu Suanzi looked into Lin Heng's eyes without speaking.

This was Lin Heng's first direct confrontation with Master Wu Suanzi, and Lin Heng felt no fear whatsoever.

We are both Martial Arts Myths; we are Fellow Daoists, who is afraid of whom?

He didn't know how much time had passed when Master Wu Suanzi coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Good, good." Master Wu Suanzi forced himself to stand, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth: "This old man is Master Wu Suanzi of the Liehuo Sect. If you have time, Fellow Daoist, you are welcome to come to our Liehuo Sect for a chat."

With that, Master Wu Suanzi flew away.

Lin Heng watched Master Wu Suanzi's departing figure without saying anything; he smacked his lips, swiped a few bottles of cola, and went home.

At this time, in the Zhao Family of Fei City.

The head of the Zhao Family, Zhao Tuoshuo, was pacing back and forth in the main hall.

He looked at his daughter and sighed from time to time.

"Sigh!"

"Sigh!"

At Zhao Tuoshuo's level, he was aware of the existence of Martial Artists, and his work also allowed him to come into contact with them on a regular basis.

Therefore, he knew just how terrifying Martial Artists truly were.

Just now, Zhao Tuoshuo had heard from Second Master Shen that his daughter, Zhao Yueyin, had seemingly offended a Martial Artist.

And an extremely powerful Martial Artist at that.

"Dad, didn't I just call her a lunatic?" Zhao Yueyin pouted: "Is he really going to kill me just because of this? His heart must be too narrow."

"Don't call me Dad!" Zhao Tuoshuo was furious seeing his daughter still acting like this: "You're the one in charge now!"

You must know that for a powerful Martial Artist, killing an ordinary person is as simple as stepping on an ant. Although it is a society ruled by law now, and there are state organizations to deter them.

But if the other party truly possessed the strength his daughter described, then in order to win over or curry favor with them, major factions might truly let their Zhao Family be crushed like ants.

"This isn't just about you anymore!" Zhao Tuoshuo was truly angry: "If things go wrong, our entire Zhao Family could be wiped out because of this."

"It's not that serious."

At this time, Zhao Tuoshuo's second son, Zhao Hui, also walked over: "No matter what, the other party is still a person. No matter how powerful, can he be stronger than a gun? Besides, Second Uncle is still in the army."

"It's that you haven't seen the power of a Martial Artist. Xiao Hui is one thing, but Yueyin, you've seen the other party strike; don't you know by now? A family like ours is nothing but ants in their eyes." Zhao Tuoshuo felt he had aged significantly.

Before long, his phone rang. Seeing it was Second Master Shen, he hurriedly answered.

"Erpang... Second Master, have you found out?" Zhao Tuoshuo almost slipped up. Because Second Master Shen was a fat man and ranked second in the family, he often called him Erpang.

However, since he was asking for a favor, his attitude naturally had to be more humble.

"You found him? That's good, that's good. The other party is in Fei City right now? Alright, alright, I will take Yueyin to apologize immediately. What kind of person is he roughly?" Zhao Tuoshuo immediately became excited upon hearing that Second Master Shen had found information on the other party.

"I asked Yueyin, but this girl just refuses to tell me. Sigh!" Zhao Tuoshuo glanced at his daughter and sighed.

"Twenty-something? Are you sure? A twenty-something-year-old Martial Arts expert?"

Hearing that the other party was only in his twenties, he found it hard to believe.

"Alright, alright, I know, I know. Naturally, I won't offend him."

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Tuoshuo looked at his daughter: "Come with me right now!"

Zhao Yueyin shook her head, her attitude very firm: "No, I didn't do anything wrong! I don't want to!"

"Slap!" With a slap, a red mark appeared on Zhao Yueyin's face.

She widened her eyes, not expecting her father to actually slap her.

Zhao Tuoshuo's attitude was very firm.

He had simply spoiled this child too much, but this time, he could not give in to her no matter what, otherwise their Zhao Family would truly face a catastrophe.

"Fine!" The light seemed to have left Zhao Yueyin's eyes; she just nodded faintly.

Zhao Tuoshuo suddenly remembered that the other party was apparently in his twenties, and he glanced at his daughter.

"Wait a moment! First, go and change your clothes for me."