The Ghost Medicine Sect was the most nefarious sect in the world. It was said to have over a thousand disciples, all of whom were villains who committed unspeakable evil.
Speaking of which, the Ghost Medicine Sect had some history with the Immortal Doctor Sect. Lin Xiao had once heard from his third master, the leader of the Immortal Doctor Sect, that the founder of the Ghost Medicine Sect and the founder of the Immortal Doctor Sect were martial brothers. Regrettably, one founded the Immortal Doctor Sect with a heart devoted to good deeds, while the other, mired in malicious acts, founded the Ghost Medicine Sect.
To be frank, even if this scum hadn't helped the Liu Family forge the Blood Droplet or helped Zhang Xiaotian deceive Su Qingning, Lin Xiao would have killed him anyway. This was because of his third master's standing order: if he ever met a member of the Ghost Medicine Sect, he was to kill them on sight.
After hearing the impostor's words, Lin Xiao sneered. "The Liu Family's Blood Droplet has already been destroyed by me. You should know that if a Magic Artifact is destroyed, its creator cannot escape death. Today is your doomsday!"
Peng Bo sneered with disdain. Although what this beggar said was correct—that once a Magic Artifact is destroyed, not only would the person bound to it suffer a vicious backlash, but even its creator could not escape death—he simply didn't believe this stinking beggar had the power to destroy the Liu Family's Magic Artifact.
However, at that very moment, his phone suddenly rang. The impostor glanced at the caller ID, his eyebrows instantly furrowing, and answered the call. No one knew what was said on the other end, but the impostor's face was a mask of pure shock. He didn't even notice when his phone slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.
"Master, are you... are you alright?" Zhang Xiaotian asked hurriedly.
The impostor snapped back to his senses, his eyes now blazing with boundless hatred as he stared at Lin Xiao. "You stinking beggar! You actually destroyed my Magic Artifact! Good, very good. Now I have one more reason to eliminate you!"
"You? Save your breath. A mere Profound Level cultivator like you wants to act so brazenly before me? You truly don't know the meaning of death," Lin Xiao said icily.
BOOM!
A shockwave of alarm went through Peng Bo's heart. This beggar in front of me could actually discern my cultivation level at a glance. That means his own cultivation must be at least one level higher than mine. Could it be that he's already at the Earth Level?!
Suddenly, Peng Bo recalled how this beggar had also identified the Seven-Star Poison he had administered to Su Qingning's mother. Something is off, very off. This kid is definitely not a beggar.
"Who on earth are you?" Peng Bo asked in a low voice.
"The one who will send you to the afterlife."
Peng Bo flew into a rage. "Fuck! Kid, I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm from the Tenth Hall of the Ghost Medicine Sect, a master of poison without peer in this world! In fact, I poisoned you the moment you walked in!"
The Ghost Medicine Sect had ten halls, modeled after the Ten Halls of Hell.
Lin Xiao just sneered. "You dare show your face with those pathetic poisoning techniques of yours? Besides, I am immune to all poisons."
"No, that's impossible! I know there's only one person in this world who is immune to all poisons, and that's the Dragon Lord, who sits high above the clouds!"
Zhang Xiaotian grew impatient. "Master, why are you wasting your breath on this trash? Just kill him! Even if he isn't poisoned, with your high cultivation, you could kill him with the flick of a finger."
Lin Xiao suddenly looked at the impostor with a faint smile.
The impostor stared back at Lin Xiao for a moment. Suddenly, a violent tremor ran through his body. His eyeballs bulged like brass bells, and his face turned deathly pale, as if he had just seen a ghost.
"You... you... you... you are... you are..."
Before he could finish, the impostor fell to his knees with a thud in front of Lin Xiao. He began kowtowing frantically, his head a blur. "I was wrong! I was truly wrong! I beg you, please spare this worthless life of mine!"
BOOM!
Zhang Xiaotian's eyes bulged like a bull's. He stared at his master, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe it, not even in his wildest dreams. His own master was actually kneeling before a stinking beggar.
"Master, he's just a stinking beggar! Why are you afraid of him?" Zhang Xiaotian shouted, aggrieved.
"Shut up!" the impostor barked.
Lin Xiao continued to look down at him with that same faint smile. "It seems you've figured out my identity. You do have some skill, after all. A pity, then, that you aided a tyrant in his evil deeds. You deserve to die."
The impostor's body trembled like a leaf in the wind as heart-stopping terror completely enveloped him. Honestly, he wished it hadn't come to this, but the man standing before him was no ordinary person. Comparing himself to this man was like comparing mud to the clouds. Even the Sect Leader of the Ghost Medicine Sect would likely have to show him the utmost respect.
Zhang Xiaotian, however, said disdainfully, "You're just a fucking beggar, so stop pretending! Master, hurry up and kill him!"
The impostor shot Zhang Xiaotian a look as sharp as a blade, and a plan instantly formed in his mind. "I... I am willing to atone for my sins! I just... I just beg you to spare my life!"
"Atone for your sins? And how do you propose to do that?" Lin Xiao asked with a smile.
Zhang Xiaotian couldn't stand it anymore. He bellowed, "Stinking beggar, what kind of bewitching poison did you give my master? I'd advise you to hand over the antidote right now, or I'll kill you in a minute!"
As soon as he said this, the impostor lunged, knocking Zhang Xiaotian to the ground. Zhang Xiaotian was stunned. Before he could react, he saw a dagger with a cold, gleaming edge appear in his master's hand.
The next second, with a swift motion, the dagger rose and fell.
Shocking crimson seeped from Zhang Xiaotian's crotch as a gut-wrenching scream tore through the entire office.
Yes, the impostor had castrated Zhang Xiaotian.
A few moments later, Zhang Xiaotian fainted from the pain. The impostor, however, acted as if nothing had happened and continued to kneel before Lin Xiao.
Trembling, he said, "It's all this trash's fault! If it weren't for his insistence on targeting Su Qingning, how could I have poisoned her mother? How could I have done such a despicable thing? Fortunately, I've now castrated him. Can you... can you spare this worthless life of mine?"
"Oh, so you planned to atone this way? Then, how do you account for helping the Liu Family forge the Blood Droplet?"
"I... I am willing to help Miss Su craft a new Magic Artifact! I'll give all of the Liu Family's fortune to Miss Su!"
Lin Xiao shook his head, his expression flat. "Not enough."
The impostor shuddered. Disregarding his sweat-soaked clothes, he gritted his teeth and said, "I've made some money over the years. I am willing to offer it all to you!"
"Still not enough," Lin Xiao repeated.
"Then... then what do you think I should do, so that you might spare this worthless life of mine?"
"Die."
At that single word, the impostor collapsed to the floor, his face ashen as he looked up at Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao spoke indifferently, "It seems you want me to see you off. Very well, then I shall see you off!"
A suffocating pressure descended upon the room. The impostor trembled, looking at Lin Xiao in utter despair.
No one wants to die, and the impostor was no exception. But he was well aware of who he had offended. This was the Dragon Lord! The Dragon Lord with his immense backing! With a single command, he could be minced into paste in an instant. Rather than suffer that fate, it would be better to end his own life.
As the thought arose, the impostor let out a tragic smile. "No... no need. I... I will take my own life. Don't... don't dirty your hands!"
As he spoke, he suddenly raised the dagger and plunged it frantically into his own neck.
SPLURT!
A shocking spray of blood erupted instantly.
Lin Xiao turned and walked out of Zhang Xiaotian's office. He was just about to look for Su Qingning when his phone suddenly rang. The call was from an unfamiliar number.
Lin Xiao answered it. "Hello, is this Brother Lin Xiao?"
An extremely seductive voice came through the phone. It was the kind of voice that, upon hearing it, would make a man's blood boil with desire. It was provocative and tantalizing.
"Who is this?"
"The number one beauty in Jinling City, Shao Mei'er," the person on the other end said with a flirtatious laugh.
Lin Xiao's brow furrowed. He had never heard of her, let alone met her. "What do you want?"
"To sleep with you."