47: Why?!!

"Evil Charm encountered an accident."

Under the dim light, several figures in black robes remained silent.

An unknown amount of time passed.

"Besides him, one Level 1 member and several Level 2 members have also lost contact."

"We had already tried to estimate as highly as possible how much importance Dragon Country placed on that kid."

"Who would have thought."

"We still fell into their trap."

"What we need to know now."

"is what exactly happened at the scene."

"Where are Evil Charm and the others?"

"We must be prepared for the possibility that all their identities have been exposed."

Another wave of silence.

"Evil Charm definitely won't say much."

"Those Level 2 members..."

Just at that moment.

"Hmph."

A low, muffled snort sounded.

A burly figure, wrapped in a black robe, abruptly appeared.

The few men immediately stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty, the Third Throne."

Sharp eyes beneath the black hood swept over the men.

"Trash."

He sat down in the superior seat.

The men trembled slightly, not daring to utter a sound.

"To cause such a huge loss!"

"Is this how you made your arrangements?"

A powerful aura permeated the air.

"This Lin Yan."

"You all are not to handle him anymore!"

The men's expressions changed drastically, and they immediately knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty."

"Please give us another..."

A cold voice came from above.

"After discussion among the few of us."

"Lin Yan's threat level has been assessed as Transcendent."

"We will find an opportunity to deal with him."

Hmm?

The men on the ground simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

So that's what it was.

The Third Throne ignored their thoughts and continued speaking.

"Under this golden age."

"Every nation will place great importance on their Prodigies."

"Correspondingly, many competitions and international exchanges will also become very frequent."

"Therefore."

"Our approach must also change."

"Starting today."

"Focus all efforts on recruiting threat targets."

"Especially those Prodigies who have experienced setbacks are the best targets."

"Let them fight amongst themselves; that can also achieve the goal of weakening their strength."

...On the road from Modu to Su Prefecture.

A luxurious hovercar sped along.

Lin Yan looked down at the form-fitting black martial attire he was wearing.

Truth be told.

It looked pretty cool.

If he wore a conical hat as well, it would resemble an organization from an anime he had watched in his previous life.

"Huang Qisheng and Tian Ying are both dead."

"Then the Huang Family and Tian Family should be finished too, right?"

Liu Bai, who had been resting with his eyes closed beside him, opened his eyes.

"Of course."

"Third-class families."

"The person with the highest cultivation is their pillar."

"Once he dies."

"It won't be long before their territories and businesses are swallowed up."

Lin Yan nodded slightly.

"What a pity about those resources."

Mo Fan in the front seat turned his head and smiled.

"These minor matters are handled by the Security Bureau."

"They all go into the national treasury."

"So don't dwell on them."

Lin Yan shrugged.

"Low-grade resources are good stuff for me."

Li Ping, who was driving, glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Wait until the contribution points for capturing Evil Charm alive come through."

"You won't even look twice at those things."

Mo Fan chimed in agreement.

"Exactly."

"You'll be able to exchange for eighth or ninth Rank Spirit Medicine as you please."

"As long as you can absorb it."

"Hahaha."

Lin Yan smiled noncommittally, a flicker of anticipation passing through his eyes as he looked out the window.

Eighth or ninth Rank Spirit Medicine, huh... The hovercar exited the highway and entered the city of Su Prefecture.

Mo Fan glanced at his communication wristband.

"The Security Bureau sent a message. They've already set up surveillance on the Pan Family."

"But there's a problem now."

"Today is the 150th birthday of the Pan Family patriarch, Pan Zhen."

"There are quite a few people from various forces present at the venue."

"Same as usual?"

Liu Bai pondered briefly.

"Same as usual."

"We'll go directly."

He glanced at Lin Yan.

"When the time comes."

"It'll be up to you."

Lin Yan replied confidently.

"As long as you're willing to trust me and aren't afraid of taking the blame, there's no problem."

Mo Fan laughed and scolded.

"Just don't point randomly."

"Although this Pan Family is highly suspicious."

"They are, after all, a second-class Family bordering on first-class."

"They hold considerable prestige throughout Su Prefecture."

"If a mistake occurs, the boss will definitely bear a huge responsibility."

...Pan Family Manor.

The lights were dazzling.

Well-dressed figures could be seen moving about everywhere.

"Dad."

"Why did you make me come home immediately during the day?"

"I finally managed to ask Zuo Zhu out."

Jing Pengtian, dressed in a white formal suit, looked around with utter boredom.

"I told you to come back, so you come back."

"No need for so many questions."

Jing Anhe shot him a glance.

"Asking Zuo Zhu out indeed."

"Do you think I don't know she left even before you did?"

Jing Pengtian's lips parted slightly, and his head drooped.

Seeing his only son in this state, Jing Anhe felt a surge of anger he couldn't vent.

"I asked you to get close to the Zuo Family's young lady."

"Not to follow her around like a dog all day."

"Look at you."

"An S-grade martial arts talent, what's your cultivation level now?"

"She'd have to be truly blind to take a liking to you."

Already feeling gloomy, Jing Pengtian felt even more heartbroken and suffocated upon hearing this.

He pursed his lips and muttered softly.

"Just look."

"What kind of freaks are in this damn golden age?"

"Comparing me to them is worse than..."

Jing Anhe turned his head, his gaze sharp.

"Hmm...?"

Jing Pengtian immediately shut his mouth, a look of grievance on his face.

Jing Anhe sighed.

"I can only tell you this."

"Your aunt, my own sister."

"Has completely disappeared today."

"So."

"Why do you think I suddenly called you back?"

Jing Pengtian's head snapped up.

"What?"

His mind raced.

"Because of Uncle?"

"No."

"That cousin!"

"It's Lin Yan?!"

Jing Anhe's expression was complicated as he nodded.

Jing Pengtian's eyes shook with disbelief.

"How is that possible!"

"I looked into him."

"He's just someone from Jiang Residence who tested into Modu..."

Jing Anhe raised his hand.

"Any more details."

"I don't know either."

"And don't ask."

"I know the Zuo Family's young lady might have an interest in that kid."

"Anyway, she doesn't fancy you."

"So from now on."

"Don't go looking for trouble where you're not welcome."

"That's also why I brought you to the Pan Family today."

"Later, interact more with Pan Meng."

No way.

Jing Pengtian's mouth fell open.

He suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

At that moment.

"Hahaha."

"Brother Anhe!"

"Long time no see."

A middle-aged man with considerable authority walked over.

Jing Anhe wore a smile.

"Brother Xingnan!"

He looked at the well-behaved girl behind Pan Xingnan.

"This must be niece Pan Meng, right?"

"She's grown so much."

"Getting prettier and prettier."

Pan Meng greeted politely.

"Uncle Jing."

Jing Anhe laughed heartily.

"Haha."

"Good."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Jing Pengtian, who seemed lost in thought, and gave him a discreet kick.

Stung by the pain, Jing Pengtian forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Uncle Pan."

"Sister Pan Meng."

Pan Xingnan turned his head, his eyes lighting up.

"Nephew Pengtian."

"More and more handsome."

"I watched the entire Freshman Grand Competition you participated in."

"Top 64, impressive!"

Jing Pengtian remained silent.

Pan Xingnan's expression didn't change at all.

"Haha."

"Young people nowadays are like this."

"Brother Anhe."

"Let's leave the time to them."

Jing Anhe nodded with a smile.

"Indeed."

"They might feel restrained with us here."

"Let's go."

He shot a warning glance at Jing Pengtian, then turned and left with Pan Xingnan.

"Phew..."

Pan Meng stuck out her tongue.

She took a few steps to stand in front of Jing Pengtian.

"Brother Pengtian."

"They're gone."

Jing Pengtian nodded slightly, saying nothing.

Seeing his lack of enthusiasm.

Pan Meng's eyes shifted slightly.

"Brother Pengtian."

"Can you tell me about the Freshman Grand Competition?"

"Although I watched the final between the King of Hell and King Chen in the live stream."

"It definitely can't compare to your firsthand experience being there."

"Is Lin Yan terrifyingly strong?"

Jing Pengtian turned his head stiffly, tears welling up in his eyes.

Why?!

Why does everyone have to bully me!!

So no matter where I go, I can't escape this person, is that it!!!