CHAPTER 810: CHAPTER 408: GATHERING OF HEROES (PART 2)

If it weren’t for the noticeable difference in appearance, Liu Yunxi might have thought they were real brothers.

Chen Fangzhi didn’t speak much, but whenever he did, it was always well-founded.

"We’re here for fun, but Lin Beichen came to Xiang Island to collect a debt, involving billions. You don’t think he’s the only one who came, do you?"

Chen Fangzhi said calmly.

As he spoke, there was an immediate sense of credibility.

"You mean..."

Liu Yunxi was stirred, considering a possibility.

The others looked puzzled, not knowing what cryptic conversation the two were having.

Chen Fangzhi wasn’t being cryptic; he directly revealed the answer.

"No matter what Lin Beichen intends to do, he alone couldn’t possibly achieve it.

The Zheng Clan is no ordinary family. Owing billions is no small matter, even if Zheng Clan intends to pay it, it would be damaging. Someone must be interfering."

At this point, Chen Fangzhi said no more.

The others realized suddenly.

Lin Beichen had always been mysterious, and this action was of such importance that he must have brought more people.

The person earlier did resemble Lin Beichen, but was probably a senior member of Lin Beichen’s family.

Only this explanation made sense.

That person, though similar to Lin Beichen, was far more imposing in presence and other aspects.

Their doubts about Lin Beichen were dispelled, but Yuan Yanan felt a faint unease.

Chen Fangzhi’s reasoning seemed entirely logical, yet she felt something was off.

Was that person really just a senior of Lin Beichen’s?

Even at the auction, Lin Beichen had shown no panic in front of the Zheng Clan’s eldest son.

Could that person really have been Lin Beichen?

Throughout the entire Xiang Island trip, Lin Beichen appeared to be handling everything solo.

Halfway up the mountain, Lin Beichen had a vague premonition. As his perception expanded, detecting the presence of Liu Yunxi and the others, a faint smile appeared on his face.

He hadn’t expected Liu Yunxi and the others to join in on the excitement too.

The energy of Jiulong Mountain was abundant, full of Spiritual Qi, a naturally perfect place for cultivation.

The mountains and waters were interdependent, attached to a massive energy source.

As Lin Beichen walked, he felt a subtle urge to settle here.

Xiang Island was certainly extraordinary, no wonder so many cultivators gathered here.

In some respects, their vision was indeed commendable.

But even so, however good the place might be, it could only nurture one or two supremes; others would merely struggle.

Just as Lin Beichen appeared on Jiulong Mountain, disturbances suddenly arose from various spots in the mountain.

Numerous cultivators hid among the mountains, silently observing Lin Beichen.

Among them were local Xiang Island people, as well as talented individuals from all over who came for the Feng Shui conference.

Zhou Kuangtian, hidden for many years, suddenly appeared in the world; who wouldn’t want to see his true visage?

After the Celestial Gate opened, everyone was curious about how much Zhou Kuangtian’s power had increased, but he played hard to get.

"Does this person intend to challenge Zhou Kuangtian?"

"Who is this young kid, isn’t he too young?"

"Even in jest, there should be a limit; how dare this young lad offend Zhou Kuangtian?"

Most people had no idea who Lin Beichen was.

Even those who had heard of Lin Beichen’s name didn’t associate it with being number one in the world.

It’s not that they lacked intelligence, but among countless cultivators, only one, Lin Beichen, had transcended the Mystic Sect.

After absorbing the earth veins and Dragon Qi of Jiulong Pool, Lin Beichen’s aura was like a Divine Sword cutting through the heavens.

The golden light in his eyes, combined with the mysterious presence of his withered and prosperous body, made him seem like a towering mountain.

Though Jiulong Mountain was elegant, it lacked the weight of a great mountain, which Lin Beichen adequately compensated for.

The mountains were imposing, making one feel breathless just looking at his back.

"It’s really him."

Among the observers were a few from the mainland.

These people, upon seeing Lin Beichen, immediately widened their eyes.

Unlike the outsiders who didn’t understand, they had reviewed footage of Lin Beichen’s battle with Qin Wenwu.

They trembled with excitement.

They never expected that a casual trip to Xiang Island would let them encounter the world’s number one.

"Lin Beichen, who opened the Celestial Gate, is the undisputed top Mystic Sect master, while Master Zhou on the other side is acclaimed as Xiang Island’s greatest in history, leading the southern Feng Shui school. This battle is nothing short of epic!"

Countless people were intensely excited, staring fixedly at the figure on the mountain.

Though they dared not approach, cultivators naturally had sharp eyes, and with these two super masters, the rolling Spiritual Qi in battle was so vast that even thousands of meters away they could see clearly.

Along the way, Lin Beichen saw many cultivators, and the further he went, the more prominent their status and power became.

Some were from the mainland; upon seeing Lin Beichen, they immediately greeted him with respect, while others, doubting his authenticity, mocked him.

Those who did so often found themselves quickly dealt with by mainland experts before Lin Beichen even had to act.

On Jiulong Mountain, there stood an odd stone formation known as Rising Dragon Pavilion.

When Lin Beichen arrived, an old man was seated in the pavilion.

The Rising Dragon Pavilion was narrow, allowing only two or three people to pass through, and the old man’s wheelchair blocked the way, deliberately placed in the center; less than half a meter was clear on either side, effectively barring Lin Beichen’s path.

The old man’s complexion was sickly, but his eyes held an extraordinary glow.

This light protected the Yang Qi within him.

"You must be the patriarch of the Zheng Clan?"

Lin Beichen, with a quick thought, recognized the person before him.

Coming at this moment to meet him, yet posturing to block his way.

There could be no other but the patriarch of the Zheng Clan.

Lin Beichen suddenly found the situation amusing.

The old man was considered respectable, having appeared in national news reports many times.

Who would think that such a distinguished elder, after receiving his Immortal Pills, knew not how to repay him but instead regarded him as an enemy.

The old saying goes well.

Grateful for a cup of rice, resent over a handful.

On the deserted path outside Rising Dragon Pavilion stood numerous Door Gods.

Seeing Lin Beichen, they emanated intense killing intent, boiling like fire, as if at the old man’s word, they would all attack.

Lin Beichen gazed calmly at the old man, uttering no further words, but he had already understood the old man’s mentality.

The old man wasn’t here for negotiations.

His presence signaled Lin Beichen was merely a nuisance to him.

And a nuisance needed to be dealt with.

Yet the old man didn’t know that no matter how many cultivators stood behind him, no matter how powerful, in Lin Beichen’s eyes, they were mere nuisances.

If Lin Beichen truly wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t leave him any chance.

To Lin Beichen, killing had never been a troublesome matter.

"Mr. Lin, I’ve long heard of your great name."

The old man, unaware of the impending doom, spoke leisurely.

The old man’s perpetually furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, his gaze filled with murderous intent.

"This farce has gone on for days, slightly spiraling out of control. Now even if I wanted to resolve this by paying you, it might be impossible."

The old man spoke softly, shifting all the blame to Lin Beichen, his words full of regret.

Hearing this, Lin Beichen immediately laughed.

The old man, at his words, shifted both the blame and burden onto him.

What did he mean "want to solve but can’t"? What did he mean "even if I give you the money, it’s not enough"?

From the start, it was the Zheng Clan’s issue, but to some, rather than pay him, keeping the money seemed a better deal.

They had never cared about him!