83: Chapter 83 ATM

"I choose B."

Lin Ye ignored the three grinning flying heads and looked straight at Young Master Lu Changfeng, who was lingering on his last breath against the stone pillar.

"Young Master Lu, meeting is fate. I see you won't last half a minute. When I do business, I pride myself on never cheating the old or the young."

"Five million for one flying head, ten million for this Thai old ghost's life, and a package price of twenty-five million. Transfer the payment, and I guarantee you'll walk out completely unscathed tonight."

Young Master Lu Changfeng was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"You... You are taking advantage of a crisis! We are all fellow practitioners of the Mystic Sect, and yet you stand by and watch foreign evil cultivators humiliate our compatriots?!"

Young Master Lu Changfeng gritted his teeth, anger overwhelming his heart, and the poison at his wound spread even faster.

"Don't try to kidnap me with compatriot sentiment. I run a Funeral Shop, so I handle killing and burying, not free rescue."

Lin Ye stretched lazily.

"Think it over carefully. If you dilly-dally for another ten seconds, I'll only be able to sell you a fine golden-thread nanmu coffin."

The Nanyang Sorcerer couldn't understand their full conversation, but he could understand the contempt in Lin Ye's eyes.

"Courting death!"

The Nanyang Sorcerer flew into a rage, letting out a short, sharp whistle from his mouth.

Dragging bloody intestines, the two flying heads turned into two red gleams and shot straight for Lin Ye's face on the wall.

Seeing this, Young Master Lu Changfeng's mental defense completely collapsed.

If money was gone, it could be remade; if life was lost, it was truly over.

"I'll buy it! Twenty-five million! Transfer immediately! Save me!" he roared with all his might.

"Deal."

Lin Ye's figure didn't move, and his right hand reached behind his back.

Accompanied by a clear dragon roar, the soul-suppressing copper coin sword burst out of its scabbard!

Pure Yang True Blood condensed at his fingertips, and Lin Ye flicked his finger, the blood bead accurately sinking into the sword body.

The one hundred and eight ancient copper coins instantly erupted with blinding crimson-gold yang fire, illuminating the entire Zen courtyard as bright as day.

Feeling this extremely rigid and yang destructive aura, the two flying heads rushing towards them flashed extreme panic in their eyes, trying to forcibly turn around in mid-air.

"Since I took the money, I have to do the job. Stay right here!"

Lin Ye leaped down from the wall, and while in mid-air, his waist and back suddenly exerted force.

The copper coin sword turned into a crimson-gold full moon sword radiance, sweeping horizontally outward.

"Pfft!"

The sword Qi flashed, and the two flying heads were cut off at the waist on the spot.

The Pure Yang karmic fire instantly ignited that filthy flesh and blood. Without even a scream, the flying heads turned directly into two bursting fireballs in mid-air, burning into black ash all over the ground.

"Ah!"

His natal Gu-sorcery destroyed, the cross-legged hovering Nanyang Sorcerer suffered a fatal backlash.

He screamed and fell from mid-air, spitting out three large mouthfuls of purplish-black filthy blood in succession, and the tattoos on his chest ulcerated over a large area.

Terrified beyond measure, he looked at Lin Ye approaching step by step, finally realizing what a hard iron plate he had kicked.

"Daxia Deity... Spare my life!"

The Nanyang Sorcerer knelt on both knees, frantically begging for mercy in broken Chinese.

His remaining flying head retracted into his neck, attempting to retract his aura and play dead.

Lin Ye walked up to him with a cold look in his eyes.

"I pride myself on integrity when doing business. Having taken the money to kill you, I will never leave a living mouth."

Lin Ye backhanded a Three Yang Subtle Fire Talisman onto the Nanyang Sorcerer's forehead, heavily striking the center of the talisman paper with the hilt of his sword.

A crimson pillar of fire soared into the sky.

The Nanyang Sorcerer rolled violently in the raging fire, his skin and flesh making a sizzling roasting sound. In just five seconds, he was burned into a shriveled charcoal.

"Ding! Optional task completed, Husband points +400, current points: 3550."

"Spell [Samadhi True Fire Talisman] advanced version unlocked, Young Master Lu Changfeng ATM binding successful."

Having resolved the battle, Lin Ye put away the copper coin sword and turned to walk towards Young Master Lu Changfeng, who was leaning against the stone pillar.

This young master of the Lu family currently looked as pale as gold paper, with blackened lips.

At the wound on his left arm, corpse poison had already spread along the blood vessels to his collarbone, about to attack his heart meridian.

Lin Ye felt a Cinnabar Detox Pill out of his pocket and casually tossed it into Young Master Lu Changfeng's arms.

"Eat it, it can protect your heart meridian. The detoxification fee plus one million, along with the previous twenty-five million, later paper figures will go to your house and ring the doorbell to collect the debt."

Young Master Lu Changfeng held the pill, his expression extremely complex to the extreme.

He swallowed the pill into his abdomen, feeling a warm current suppress the toxicity. Looking at Lin Ye, there was no longer any of his initial arrogance and prejudice.

"My life was saved by you."

He forced himself to stand straight, lowering his high-held head. "The money I owe you won't be a single penny short. From now on, you are my benefactor."

Lin Ye waved his hand, too lazy to listen to these Jianghu polite remarks.

He turned his head and looked at Leng Yue, who had been standing in the shadows of the courtyard wall all along.

Having forcibly stimulated his Pure Yang True Qi to cast advanced talisman techniques just now, coupled with high-intensity combat over the past few days, Lin Ye's physical stamina was vastly consumed.

He panted slightly, leaning against the collapsed wall.

Leng Yue strode out with her long legs, crossed the black ash covering the ground, and silently arrived in front of Lin Ye.

Without any superfluous words, she stepped forward, her slender and slightly cool jade fingers touching the hollow of Lin Ye's neck, which was stained with a few drops of black blood.

She lowered her head slightly, her exquisitely beautiful face drawing close, red lips slightly parting.

...

Young Master Lu Changfeng, standing nearby, was stunned.

He widened his eyes, watching that decisive man currently embracing an incomparably gorgeous and cold woman in intimate interaction.

That woman's aura was so strong that he needed immense courage just to look at her directly.

"Don't look. If you keep looking, I'll dig out your eyeballs and eat them, oh."

Frost Star was squatting on the stone by Young Master Lu Changfeng's feet.

The little girl had a trace of suspicious black blood at the corner of her mouth, holding half of the Nanyang Sorcerer's Gu-sorcery bone necklace in her hand, chewing it with a crunching sound.

Young Master Lu Changfeng was startled into a shiver, quickly turning around and keeping his back to this terrifying family of three, staring dead at the brick gaps on the ground.

It took a full three minutes for Lin Ye to calm his turbulent Qi and blood, releasing the arm wrapped around Leng Yue's waist.

He straightened his slightly disheveled lapel, his gaze becoming sharp and icy.

"Young Master Lu, since you came in first to scout the way, have you figured out the truth of the depths of this ancient temple?"

Young Master Lu Changfeng took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and reported in a low voice: "The bottom of the temple has been hollowed out. The sect master of the Yinshan Sect is personally presiding over it, and inside stands a headless black mud evil Buddha."

"They caught dozens of living human construction workers as blood bags..."

Lin Ye pulled out the peach wood sword stuck in the ground, its blade pointing directly at the direction of the ancient temple's main hall.

"Using living people to sacrifice to the evil Buddha—tonight, I will smash this mud Bodhisattva along with this bunch of rats to smithereens."