5: The time has come to go down the mountain for revenge

Time passes quickly in the mountains, like a flick of a finger.

For Lin Fan, these two months were no different from any day before.

Every day before dawn, his figure could always be seen on the stone ground in front of the thatched hut.

He Cultivated the Human Path boxing from unfamiliarity to proficiency, and now, he already had a hint of his own style.

His cultivation also naturally reached Qi Refining sixth level.

This speed was not only fast, but his Foundation was also exceptionally solid.

Lu Yuchen watched him every day, understanding everything clearly in his heart.

His Disciple's changes were evident day by day.

If this cultivation speed were in those great cultivation worlds, he would probably be taken as a monster and sliced for research.

The Child of Luck is terrifying!

"Alas, why didn't our parents name us Lu Fan, Lu Yan, or Lu Huang? What a pity, what a pity."

Lu Yuchen would occasionally ponder this.

However, it was only natural for a Master to benefit from his Disciple.

His cultivation growth was even more direct, soaring to Foundation Establishment fifth level.

But this power, after all, came out of nowhere, lacking the smooth and thorough refinement that comes from one's own arduous cultivation.

He was somewhat looking forward to seeing if he would have new changes when Lin Fan reached Foundation Establishment.

"Fan'er."

Lu Yuchen walked out of the thatched hut with his hands behind his back, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached Lin Fan's ears.

Lin Fan slowly retracted his fist, exhaling a stream of turbid Qi several feet long like a white ribbon, then turned around and respectfully said, "Master."

The youthful naivety in the young man's brows had dissipated, replaced by an undeniable sharpness.

"Qi Refining sixth level, and your boxing has entered the Dao."

Lu Yuchen nodded, his tone calm.

"Go down the mountain, your Karma should be settled."

Boom!

Lin Fan's body suddenly trembled, and two flames instantly ignited in his calm eyes!

His throat was a little dry, and his voice was hoarse: "Does Master mean..."

"It's time for the Blood Fiend Gate to pay their debts," Lu Yuchen looked at him, "and your Heart Demon should be resolved."

"Thank you, Master!"

Lin Fan's eyes welled up, and he could no longer control himself, his knees went soft, and he knelt on the ground with a "thud," firmly kowtowing.

In these two months, the seed of hatred had long grown into a towering tree in his heart, tormenting him constantly.

Every night, he dreamed of blood-red skies, and his ears were filled with the screams of his dying family.

He had been waiting for this day, almost to the point of madness!

"You've been too murderous lately, and your state of mind is already disturbed. If you don't overcome this hurdle, it might affect your Foundation Establishment."

Lu Yuchen subtly raised his right hand, and a gentle force lifted him up.

"However, I will not help you on this trip."

"Whether you live or die, succeed or fail, it's all up to you."

Lin Fan stood up, his heart sinking slightly.

He knew he had become stronger, but he had no idea how strong he truly was.

Wang Hu, the Sect Leader of the Blood Fiend Gate, was a well-known expert, a great mountain weighing on his heart for over two years, a Heart Demon!

"Master, can this Disciple...really do it?" He still felt a bit uncertain.

"I believe in you," Lu Yuchen's gaze was calm and unruffled, yet it seemed to carry a power that could stabilize people's hearts, "Martial Artists temper their bones and muscles, but they are still Mortals. You are not."

"You Cultivate immortal techniques."

"Go, let them see what true power is!"

If this Child of Luck didn't even have the courage to face his Heart Demon, that would truly be a disgrace.

"Yes! This Disciple obeys!"

His Master's trust, like a fire, burned away the last trace of unease in his heart.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, the flames in his eyes now only held the determination to burn everything away!

The Master and Disciple left immediately, descending the mountain that very day.

Lu Yuchen didn't walk the rugged mountain path; instead, he simply grabbed Lin Fan by the collar, and with a surge of magical power, the Master and Disciple soared into the sky like great birds.

This ability to fly through the air astonished Lin Fan for a whole year.

In less than half a day, the outline of Liuzhou City was already visible in the distance.

Lin Fan looked at the city, both familiar and strange, where all his joys and sorrows had once resided.

But now, only endless pain and hatred remained.

"Where is the Blood Fiend Gate?" Lu Yuchen's voice echoed in the air.

"They occupied my Lin family ancestral home!"

"Good, then let's go to the Lin family ancestral home."

Lu Yuchen's tone was unruffled.

Before long, the once grand and imposing Lin Mansion appeared before their eyes.

However, the "Lin Mansion" plaque from his memory was long gone, replaced by a sinister plaque with black characters on a blood-red background.

At the main entrance, two burly men dressed in Blood Fiend Gate uniforms were leaning idly against the stone lions, looking arrogant.

"Go."

Lu Yuchen's figure quietly disappeared into the shade of a willow tree not far away.

Lin Fan nodded and walked step by step towards the gate he knew so well and hated so deeply.

The bluestone slabs beneath his feet seemed to still bear the imprints of his childhood runs.

"Stop! What are you doing!" a Disciple lazily shouted.

Lin Fan didn't speak, his steps unbroken, the magical power in his body already surging and circulating.

"Hey, kid, are you deaf? Looking for death, aren't you!"

The other Disciple's face showed an impatient, ferocious grin as he drew his waist knife, ready to step forward.

Just then, Lin Fan moved.

His figure flickered, as if leaving an afterimage in place, and he was already in front of that Disciple.

There were no fancy Moves.

Just a single punch.

A simple, unadorned punch.

As the fist struck, the air seemed to solidify for a moment.

The ferocious grin on the Disciple's face instantly froze, his pupils contracting sharply.

He only felt an indescribable terrifying force hit his chest, as if he had been struck head-on by a charging giant elephant.

"Crack!"

A bone-chilling crunch of bones.

He couldn't even let out a scream; his entire body flew backward like a broken sack, hitting the stone lion with a "bang," then sliding down limply, completely silent.

The arrogance on the other Disciple's face was instantly replaced by horror!

He had just opened his mouth to call for help or give a warning, when Lin Fan's fist had already arrived.

Still one punch.

The result was still the same.

Swift and decisive, incredibly clean and neat.

Lin Fan looked at his own fist, feeling a slight trance.

This was... the power of immortal techniques?

The Blood Fiend Gate Disciples, once unapproachable and ferocious in his eyes, were actually so vulnerable?

An unprecedented surge of confidence erupted from the depths of his heart!

He no longer hesitated, raising his leg and kicking the vermilion gate fiercely!

"Boom!"

The two large doors exploded inwards!

"Who's there! How dare you trespass on my Blood Fiend Gate!"

"Seeking death!"

Inside the courtyard, chaos erupted, and over a dozen thugs wielding various weapons rushed out from all directions.

The Evil Qi on them was far denser than on the two small fries at the gate.

Lin Fan's eyes were as cold as ice; he didn't retreat but advanced, directly meeting them!

The Human Path boxing unfolded with a roar!

His figure moved through the crowd like a ghost, each punch carrying a dull sound of wind and thunder, and where his fist shadows passed, a towering human figure faintly flashed and disappeared.

His Fist Intent flowed, sometimes light as a feather, sometimes as fierce as a mountain!

His two fists, infused with magical power, were harder than refined steel and heavier than giant rocks!

The Disciples' swords and sabers struck his body, leaving not even a white mark. And once their weapons touched Lin Fan's fists, they either bent or shattered!

For a time, screams, bone-cracking sounds, and weapon-shattering sounds rang out in a cacophony!

Lin Fan's white clothes gradually became splattered with crimson, like red plum blossoms in the snow.

Yet he seemed oblivious, without the slightest fear in his heart, but rather growing braver with each fight, fully releasing the suppressed resentment of over two years!

All the fear and helplessness of the past now transformed into an unstoppable force in his fists!

He was no longer the young man who could only cry in a corner!

He had come to collect a debt!

Blood debt, paid in blood!

One by one, the Blood Fiend Gate Disciples fell screaming, not a single one able to withstand a single punch from him!

In the willow shade in the distance, Lu Yuchen didn't know where he pulled out a handful of melon seeds, watching with great interest.

"Tsk tsk, this kid, he's been suppressed long enough... Oh my, another headshot, I'll have to teach him properly later."

Just then, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded from the direction of the inner hall!

"Little beast, stop! Do you believe I won't skin you alive!"

Before the words finished, an extremely powerful aura erupted like a volcano!

A burly figure, like an eagle preying on a rabbit, shot out, bringing with him a foul wind!

The newcomer had a fierce face and blood-red eyes; it was Wang Hu, the Sect Leader of the Liuzhou branch of the Blood Fiend Gate!