Chapter 544: The Stolen Saint is Dead

Chapter 544: The Stolen Saint is Dead

The Stolen Saint found that his hidden weapons were useless, effortlessly dissolved by the brat before him. In fact, he had even shattered the hidden weapons with a powerful strike.

Unbeknownst to him how it was resolved, there were no signs of spiritual energy fluctuations—this wasn’t the use of any protective technique.

So, what was it?

“How can this be… why are you unharmed…?”

He was dumbfounded, yet Lin Nuo maintained a chilly expression, coldly stating:

“I’ve used this kind of trick over a thousand times. If I can use it, I can surely defend against it.”

“You use protective techniques?”

“No need for that.”

Lin Nuo deliberately took out a Dao Fu, sticking it to the Stolen Saint’s forehead like it was a zombie.

“My so-called protection is far superior to your Dao Fu.”

“Ha, are you being careless?”

Seizing the opportunity, the Stolen Saint snatched the Dao Fu away, countering,

“Now it belongs to me. You’re truly naive.”

“Is that so?”

Lin Nuo snapped his fingers, and an electric shock flowed from the Dao Fu; the Stolen Saint trembled, weakness surging through him.

Now he really couldn’t move.

“Here’s something to impress you.”

Lin Nuo shook his head. Was he hit in the head by Liu Shuqin? Did he really think I, Lin Nuo, would give you a chance to seize the Dao Fu?

This was just another trap, and he brought it upon himself—doesn’t that feel great?

“Alright, I don’t need you to self-introduce or explain your intentions or clients. Let me tell you, may you die with your eyes closed.”

Lin Nuo paused briefly and continued,

“You have a little nickname, the Tian Nan Dao Sheng, and you came here to scout, but also for my spirit tools, right? You have no key; you want to take them. And the person behind you belongs to Dong Wei; as for who that is, I’m not interested in finding out—they’ll be dead sooner or later.”

These words left the Stolen Saint speechless.

Did he overhear me? How does he know everything?

He initially thought Lin Nuo was just an ordinary cultivator, but now felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

This person, whether in strength, schemes, or reasoning, seemed to surpass him completely.

How does he know so much? Could he have eyes in the City Lord’s Mansion?

At this point, the Stolen Saint decided to stop hiding, for concealment was now futile.

“How do you know…?”

His words trembled slightly; he wasn’t fearful of forceful people but was scared of those skilled in deception.

Because those people are incredibly terrifying; they can single-handedly destroy a nation.

“Just think for a moment. I’ve dealt with thieves like you before.”

Lin Nuo, with a sharp dagger ready, edged closer to the Stolen Saint, who, still reeling from the shock of the Dao Fu, had no strength left to resist.

“You had a chance but didn’t seize it? Want to counter-kill me? Don’t you know that’s one of life’s three great illusions? Enough, this is where it ends for you.”

“You— as a cultivator, resort to such cruel torture? Is this the demeanor of a cultivator? The so-called uproot the strong and aid the weak, promote justice? Ha, I’ve truly seen something new.”

“Let me tell you a secret.”

Lin Nuo’s deep and icy words sounded like the devil’s whisper, chilling to the bone,

“I almost destroyed this country.”

With that, he slashed the Stolen Saint, who endured the pain without a sound.

However, as Lin Nuo continued to land blows, he could no longer hold back and erupted in agonizing screams.

But in this small dark room, Lin Nuo had soundproofed it, and no one outside could hear the cries.

Thus, in his final moments, the Stolen Saint suffered intense pain until he breathed his last.

And Lin Nuo sent him off with a cremation, scattering his ashes. A one-stop service, smoothly executed; no one had ever given him bad reviews.

After all, those who might have left a negative review were all gone.

“Happy now? You’re dead.”

Lin Nuo sheathed his dagger and tidied up the scene before leaving the dark room.

……

“Sister Shuqin, where’s the young master? He said he was going back first, yet I haven’t seen him yet.”

Not seeing Lin Nuo made Ruo’er a bit anxious, especially with the suspicious figures outside—she couldn’t help but worry.

“Junior Martial Brother ran into some matters that required handling. He should be back shortly.”

Liu Shuqin replied, glancing around the nearby woods with Ruo’er.

“Ruo’er, how long have they been here?”

“Just found out; not sure how long. It seems our position has been discovered. What should we do now, Sister Shuqin?”

“Don’t panic. As long as they don’t move, we shouldn’t either. We wait for Junior Martial Brother to give orders. If they attack, we’ll defend.”

As Liu Shuqin said this, Luo Xiaoxue approached with her sword.

“There are people behind the house; we’re being observed from all angles, yet they haven’t acted, seemingly hesitant. I think they’re worried about traps.”

“Traps? What traps?”

Liu Shuqin inquired.

Luo Xiaoxue casually replied:

“Before, I stayed with Lin the Knight, who set up traps, causing most soldiers to suffer. That’s how I managed to escape safely.”

“You stayed with him?!”

Liu Shuqin and Ruo’er exclaimed in unison.

“Aren’t you two focusing on the wrong point?”

Though Luo Xiaoxue grumbled, she was actually looking forward to their surprised reactions.

On the surface, she mentioned traps, but in truth, she wanted to boast about living with Lin the Knight.

After all, living with Lin the Knight was quite an honor.

Of course, she didn’t clarify that they didn’t share the same room—let them speculate.

Liu Shuqin and Ruo’er now felt anxious; who knows what those two got up to while staying together?

But after thinking it over, Lin Nuo wasn’t that casual of a person—Luo Xiaoxue definitely exaggerated.

So sly.

They all believed themselves to be the best, that Lin Nuo cared most about them.

Meanwhile, the lurking figures in the woods observed Liu Shuqin and the others, whispering among themselves.

“Ha, look how anxious we’ve made them.”

“They don’t know our true strength and dare not act. We’ve been scouting day and night; when they come, we retreat; when they leave, we return. We won’t let them have an easy life—sooner or later, they’ll go crazy. Look at their anxious faces; it’s already working.”

“Speaking of which, the person sent to carry out the mission should be nearing completion. There are still more people in the house who haven’t come out.”

……

As they quietly conversed, they spotted a young man emerge from the house.

From appearances, this boy seemed weaker than the three girls, lacking any aura of a strong person.

The house had been surrounded; he had stayed in there for a long time. Was he being protected by women? What a disgrace for a man.

If a fight broke out, he’d be the first to go.

However, they noticed the young man holding something resembling a suona; he cleared his throat and shouted loudly, enough for them all to hear.

“The Stolen Saint is dead! I advise you to hurry back; we are preparing to raid your homes!”