41: Chapter 41 The Arrogant Swordsman in the Funeral Shop

After seeing off the Song family convoy, Taiping Old Street returned to peace.

The first floor of the Funeral Shop.

The brand-new double-door large refrigerator was plugged in, emitting a faint cooling humming sound.

Frost Star could no longer hold back and yanked open the freezer door.

Billowing white fog poured out, and the little girl excitedly poked her head inside, took a deep breath of the man-made cold air, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Brother-in-law, this big box is so cool! From now on, this will be Frost Star's new bedroom, and no one is allowed to snatch it!"

She waved her small fists, asserting her sovereignty.

Lin Ye pulled her out of the refrigerator, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:

"This is used to store meat and drinks. If you sleep inside every day, how am I supposed to put food in?"

On the other side.

Leng Yue stood quietly beside the glass counter.

Lin Ye pushed the red sandalwood box in front of her, his slender fingers gently unclasping the copper lock.

The box lid opened, and a piece of gloomy wood pith, pitch-black throughout and covered with natural lightning-struck patterns on its surface, lay quietly on the yellow silk.

A visible chill instantly permeated the air, and the surrounding air temperature plummeted.

"This piece of wood pith is of extremely high quality, and having survived a lightning strike without destruction, it contains a trace of pure vitality inside."

Lin Ye examined the wood pith and gave a professional evaluation.

He looked up at Leng Yue.

"I noticed that you usually only use an ordinary wooden hairpin to tie up your hair, which is a bit too shabby. Another day, I will find a skilled carpenter to polish this wood pith into a hairpin and give it to you as a gift."

Leng Yue's red eyes slightly dazed, a moving softness flashing across her cold, peerlessly beautiful face.

"Husband has gone to such trouble; such spiritual items are rarely seen on ordinary days. This wife..."

She slightly lowered her eyelashes, her voice carrying an unnoticeable coquettishness.

"This wife is very happy."

"As long as you like it." Lin Ye casually rubbed her silver-white long hair.

...

The sky gradually darkened, and streetlights lit up one by one.

Fatty Wang bought a large handful of grilled skewers and two dozen iced beers from somewhere, placing them brazenly on the counter.

"Yezi, we must have a drink tonight! You are now the rising star of the Jiangzhou metaphysics circle!"

Fatty bit open two bottles of beer with his teeth and handed one to Lin Ye.

"Let me tell you, I was lurking in the chat group this afternoon, and guess what? The Ninth Bureau leaked word that the ghost domain of The Fourth Psychiatric Hospital was single-handedly pacified by someone! Now those rogue cultivators are asking around everywhere to find out which reclusive old monster made a move."

Lin Ye took the beer and took a gulp, the icy liquid sliding down his throat.

He bit off a piece of sizzling mutton, his tone casual:

"Let them ask. As long as The Ninth Bureau keeps their mouths shut, no one can trace it back to this rundown shop."

Fatty lowered his voice and leaned over mysteriously:

"That might not be the case. I heard that those prestigious sects like Mount Longhu and Maoshan were originally determined to win the five million bounty offered by The Ninth Bureau, and even sent the elites of the younger generation down the mountain..."

"As a result, someone beat them to it. Now those geniuses are looking for people everywhere, saying they want to spar and practice spells to save face."

Lin Ye sneered, noncommittal.

In today's metaphysics circle, these so-called righteous sects usually act high and mighty, but once their interests are touched, they care more than vendors in a vegetable market.

Spar and practice spells?

As long as they dare to come to Taiping Old Street, he, Lin Ye, guarantees to let them walk in vertically and be carried out horizontally.

Just as the two brothers were exchanging cups and glasses.

"Ding-ling—"

The brass bell hanging on the glass door of the Funeral Shop made a crisp sound without warning.

An eerie wind picked up outside the door at some unknown time.

A slender and upright figure pushed open the door of the Funeral Shop.

The newcomer was around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a well-tailored light gray modern trench coat.

He had sword-like brows and starry eyes with a handsome face, but between his brows exuded an unresolvable arrogance and sharpness.

On his back was strapped an eye-catching sword box.

The sword box was made entirely of lightning-struck peach wood, its surface carved with intricate golden Taoist runes, faintly radiating a sharp gang qi.

The moment the young man stepped into the shop, his brows immediately furrowed deeply.

His gaze was like lightning, sharply sweeping across the new refrigerator in the center of the hall, and then glancing at Leng Yue and Frost Star sitting behind the counter.

Subsequently, his line of sight fell on Lin Ye, who was drinking beer.

"Such a rich extreme Yin qi has almost condensed into evil aura."

The young man's hand slowly gripped the mechanism of the sword box on his back, his voice bone-chillingly cold.

"In a dignified human habitation area, you actually dare to harbor such fiendish and filthy things. Could you, the boss of this Funeral Shop, be a heretical Taoist practicing evil arts?"

This sudden interrogation caused the meat skewer that Fatty Wang had just stuffed into his mouth to drop onto the table.

Lin Ye put down the beer bottle, impatience flashing in the depths of his eyes.

He recognized the logo of the sword box on the newcomer's back.

That was the Lu family, a prestigious and renowned family in the Jiangnan Province metaphysics circle.

The Lu family has practiced swordsmanship and talisman arts for generations, emphasizing shattering darkness with thunder.

The young man in front of him was most likely the so-called "young elite" who came down the mountain to find trouble as Fatty mentioned.

"I thought who was barking blindly in the middle of the night, turns out it's the young master of the Lu family."

Lin Ye didn't even budge his hips while sitting in the chair, his tone exuding thirty percent laziness and seventy percent mockery.

"My shop opens its doors for business, selling paper artifacts for the dead, so it is totally reasonable for the shop to have a heavier Yin qi."

"If you are here to buy burial clothes, I'll give you a twenty percent discount. If you are here to pick a fight, get out early and turn left, don't dirty my new carpet."

"Arrogant!"

The young man let out a cold shout.

His name was Young Master Lu Changfeng, and he was the sword cultivator with the highest talent of the Lu family in this generation.

Coming down the mountain was originally to investigate the matter of The Fourth Psychiatric Hospital, but when passing by Taiping Old Street, he was attracted by the pure Yin qi overflowing from the backyard of this Funeral Shop.

In his eyes, wherever the Yin qi was extremely heavy, monsters and demons must be making trouble.

And the young boss in front of him with mixed aura even had the audacity to provoke him!

"Clang!"

A crisp sword hum resounded through the Funeral Shop.

Young Master Lu Changfeng didn't listen to explanations at all; the mechanism of the sword box on his back sprang open, and a century-old peach wood sword radiating crimson gang qi fell into his hand.

He suddenly stepped out with the Yu steps, his figure transforming into a gray afterimage, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Lin Ye's throat.

"To vanquish demons and eliminate devils, my Lu family will not shirk responsibility! Today, I will destroy your devil's den!"

Facing this extremely fierce sword strike, Fatty Wang was so scared that he hugged his head and squatted under the counter.

Leng Yue sat upright on the bar stool, not even a ripple rising in her deep red eyes.

She didn't even lift her eyelids, her slender jade fingers playfully twirling around that piece of gloomy wood pith out of boredom.

Frost Star, sitting on the refrigerator, exaggeratedly yawned.

Lin Ye sighed.

To deal with such a late-stage chuni-style tsundere swordsman, the only way was to crush his pride with brutal means.

Seeing that the peach wood sword was less than half a foot away from his throat, Lin Ye finally moved.

He did not get up, his left hand still casually resting on the beer bottle.

His right index and middle fingers pressed together, facing the fierce sword blade, he casually pinched forward.

"Snap!"

A muffled impact sound.

Young Master Lu Changfeng's sure-win sword strike, wrapped in fierce true qi, was actually pinched dead in mid-air by Lin Ye using only two fingers!

Unable to advance even an inch!

"What?!"

Young Master Lu Changfeng's eyes widened round, his face full of disbelief.

He tried to withdraw his long sword, but found that Lin Ye's two fingers were like iron pliers, motionless.

What was even more terrifying was that a terrifyingly strong and yang qi and blood emanating from Lin Ye's fingertips actually flowed backward along the sword body, shocking the web of his thumb and forefinger into numbness.

"Young Master Lu, your sword is too slow, and it's too light and weak. Didn't you eat dinner last night?"

Lin Ye's mouth hooked into a vicious sneer.

He suddenly exerted force with his fingertips, and the Pure Yang Fire exploded roaringly between his fingers.

"Bang!"

Young Master Lu Changfeng only felt a mountain-toppling force coming from the sword body, and he could no longer maintain his posture, flying backward along with the sword as if hit by a large truck.

He rolled in mid-air in a wretched state twice, finally kneeling on one knee and sliding back to the glass door of the Funeral Shop before barely stabilizing his figure.

Young Master Lu Changfeng raised his head, his originally unyielding and untamed face filled with horror.

His proud Lu family swordsmanship didn't even last a single move in front of this seemingly ordinary boss of the Funeral Shop!

"You... just who are you?!"

Young Master Lu Changfeng covered his numbed chest and asked through gritted teeth.

Lin Ye stood up, picked up a meat skewer and took a bite.

"Taiping Street, boss of Lins Funeral Shop, Lin Ye."

Lin Ye looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes revealing an arrogance looking down upon the metaphysics circle.

"Remember! Whenever you enter my shop in the future, put away that stinky airs of yours from a prestigious and righteous sect."

"Otherwise... next time what breaks won't be your sword qi, but your bones."