Chapter 930: Quite a Spine, Huh

The Shang family was among the top clans in Litián City.

Although Litián City was under imperial control, in this world, strength reigned supreme.

The Shang family's founding ancestor was a Divine Heaven Tenth Layer Eternal Divine Throne realm powerhouse.

Shang Qingcheng, her face dark with anger, kicked the door open in a huff and strode toward the main hall.

The servants around her looked panicked, not knowing what had happened to their young lady.

Why was her expression so terrible upon returning? Had something major occurred?

“Qingcheng, what are you doing?” Just as she was venting her fury, a middle-aged man walked out.

This man had a deep aura, sharp eyes, and an imposing presence, full of the authority of a superior.

“Father, I was bullied.” Seeing him, Shang Qingcheng immediately began to sob.

The events of today were unforgettable to Shang Qingcheng, something she would remember for a lifetime.

She, Shang Qingcheng, had been bullied, trampled underfoot and humiliated—how could she bear it?

Then Shang Qingcheng recounted everything that had happened today in full detail.

After hearing this, Shang Qingcheng's father's face flickered with surprise, feeling that this was no ordinary matter.

…

In the imperial city, the Grand Prince also issued orders to find the person he had encountered today.

For the Grand Prince, no matter what, he had to get even for what happened today.

Someone had stirred up trouble on his turf and slapped him in the face—how could the Grand Prince swallow that?

Meanwhile, Lin Fan had opened his shop and sat alone, his thoughts drifting far away.

What the Great Sage had told him left Lin Fan utterly astonished; he never imagined the truth could be like this.

For many supreme powerhouses, this era would be the last. No matter who, if they did not transcend, they would eventually vanish.

How could the supreme powerhouses accept this?

They had cultivated all this way for eternity, only to discover this was the final era—wouldn't that drive them mad?

“Woof woof~”

Just then, a dog's bark interrupted Lin Fan's thoughts. When he looked up, he saw a barefoot child in tattered clothes, holding a black dog by a rope, standing timidly at the door and staring at Lin Fan.

When the child noticed Lin Fan looking at him, he scurried away.

“What's that bold little kid up to?” Lin Fan chuckled, not taking it to heart.

But what Lin Fan didn't expect was that soon the child came back, still sneaking around, and when Lin Fan wasn't paying attention, the little hand stealthily reached into the cabinet, trying to grab a handful of pills.

“Kid, stealing isn't good. You have to rob openly and honestly, or else you lose your manly spirit,” Lin Fan said with a smile.

“Woof woof~”

The little black dog bared its teeth and barked wildly at Lin Fan, but when Lin Fan shot it a glance, it cowered on the ground, afraid to make a sound.

Seeing this little black dog, Lin Fan thought of someone—that old dog Seven Sages, wondering where it had run off to.

That old dog Seven Sages had clashed with Lin Fan for a long time in the Xuanhuang Realm, and later, when the Ancient Sage Realm opened, it had sneaked along. Now he really didn't know where it had gone.

Maybe it was dead.

The little boy, realizing he had been caught, was so frightened that his already sallow face turned even more yellow. He turned to run, but Lin Fan, bored, wanted some amusement.

So he grabbed the child by the collar and lifted him up. “Kid, why are you stealing?”

“Bad guy, put me down!” The child's limbs were short, and he couldn't reach Lin Fan.

“Oh, quite a bold one, huh?” Lin Fan chuckled and set the child down.

With a thud,

the child knelt directly on the ground. “Boss, please have mercy. My father was injured and we have no money for medicine. If you give me the medicine, I'll be your servant for life.”

“I just said you had some spirit, but you kneel so fast—no fun.” Lin Fan shook his head, then flicked his finger, and a pill landed in front of the child.

“Take this pill to your father. From now on, be more assertive. If they won't give, take it by force. Why kneel?” Lin Fan instructed.

If Lin Fan taught a child like this, the kid would probably grow up to be a menace to the world, a scourge to all beings.

The child was stunned, his innocent eyes wide open. Then he kowtowed a few times, picked up the pill, kowtowed again, and ran off like the wind.

“Boring. I wonder when the Great Sage will recover from his injuries. This 'Supreme Art of Fighting Heaven' is quite marvelous—fighting against heaven to enhance battle intent.”

The Great Sage had directly given Lin Fan this martial divine ability that erupted from heaven and earth.

And because Lin Fan had the system, learning martial divine abilities was very fast, so he had already cultivated the 'Supreme Art of Fighting Heaven' to the入门 level.

But to cultivate it to a deeper level, it would probably take some time.

This technique was unlike others. For other techniques, Lin Fan could cultivate them to a profound level in an instant, but this one required time and tempering.

At this moment, in a certain dilapidated house,

a man lay there, emaciated, especially with a wound on his chest. A mass of black mist coiled around the wound, as if eroding his body.

The wound was deep, revealing the internal organs inside.

If an ordinary person had sustained such an injury, they would probably have died long ago.

“Dad, I got the medicine.” A clear child's voice, full of excitement.

The man lying on the bed, his pale face, barely managed a faint smile, but then frowned and coughed up blood.

“Dad, I got the medicine. Take it quickly, and your injury will heal.” The child said excitedly.

The man's eyes flickered with helplessness, but he still forced a smile.

How could such an injury be cured by ordinary medicine? But to give his son some hope, he had to take it.

“Alright, alright.” The man knew his time was short; his only worry was this son.

But to keep his son from worrying, the man didn't care what kind of pill this was, whether it was poison or not—it no longer mattered.

Because he knew his own condition best.

The man took the pill, swallowed it in one gulp, then patted his son's head. “Alright, go play outside… now.”

Just then, the man's expression suddenly changed, his face filled with disbelief.

He felt a powerful life force rampaging inside him, and the black mist缠绕 the wound was directly dispelled.

The withered flesh was rapidly recovering.

“This… this.”

The man was greatly shocked, looking at his son in astonishment, wondering where he had gotten such a miraculous pill.