The Immortal’s wrath sent the hall’s temperature soaring.
The cultivators felt as if they were roasting over a blazing fire.
“Lord Han Zhen is truly enraged.”
“That guy’s done for today, not even ashes will remain.”
Everyone could already picture Lin Yun’s grim fate.
“Son, lead the way. Take me to him,” Han Zhen said coldly.
“Yes!” Young Master Han nodded eagerly, brimming with glee.
He led his father straight to Lin Yun, confident that with his father’s presence, there was nothing to fear. Even if they killed Lin Yun in the hall, Xiaoyao Tower wouldn’t object.
After all, the master of Xiaoyao Tower’s Tianqian Empire branch was only a Nine-Turn Tribulation Realm cultivator, who’d have to give face to Immortal Han Zhen and wouldn’t offend him for a mere rogue cultivator.
Wherever Immortal Han Zhen passed, cultivators stood and bowed, reverent and awestruck. How often did they get so close to such a figure?
Even Han Zhen’s passing was something they’d boast about for life.
At Lin Yun’s spot.
Seeing this, Lin Qing urgently whispered to Lin Yun, “Friend, apologise to the Han family now, or you’re in for serious trouble. Their ancestor is an Immortal!”
“No worries. This Han Zhen wouldn’t dare act out in front of me,” Lin Yun said with a smile.
Lin Qing froze, unable to fathom his mindset.
The flat-headed man grabbed her. “Qing, why bother talking to him? This idiot’s done for. Don’t say another word, or if we’re linked to him, our Lin family could face ruin!”
As he spoke, Young Master Han led his father to Lin Yun under everyone’s gaze.
When Immortal Han Zhen saw Lin Yun, he froze.
This… this is Lin Yun?
Of course, Han Zhen recognised him. At the last Heavenly Gods List challenge, he’d witnessed Lin Yun defeat the Xingwu Emperor!
Though Han Zhen was an Immortal, he knew he was leagues below Lin Yun.
Lin Yun was now tenth on the Heavenly Gods List, equal to Dominion Realm titans. Even the Tianqian Emperor treaded carefully around him.
Across the human race, who dared offend Lin Yun?
In terms of raw strength, if Lin Yun could defeat Xingwu, he could likely best the Tianqian Emperor too.
“Father, this bastard injured me! Please kill him to uphold our Han family’s might!” Young Master Han pointed at Lin Yun, shouting.
Glaring at Lin Yun, he sneered, “Kid, my father’s here now. Even if you regret it, it’s too late!”
“Shut your mouth!” Immortal Han Zhen barked.
Young Master Han blinked, stunned. Was his father scolding him? That wasn’t right.
“Father, this guy not only hurt me but challenged our Han family by bidding against us. If we don’t kill him, our family will lose all face today!” he pressed.
“I told you to shut up!” Han Zhen whirled, glaring fiercely at his son, his roar like thunder.
Young Master Han trembled, chilled to the bone. He’d never seen his father so furious, leaving him dazed and confused.
What… what’s going on?
After silencing his son, Han Zhen turned to Lin Yun, his stern look replaced by an awkward smile.
“Uh, Honoured Lin Yun, this is a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!” Han Zhen said, lowering his posture with a forced grin.
*Gasp.*
The scene left every cultivator dumbfounded.
Immortal Han Zhen, a supreme figure, was grovelling to that guy?
Silence.
The hall fell deathly quiet, all eyes on Lin Yun in disbelief.
Even Immortal Han Zhen showed such respect. Who was this guy?
And Han Zhen called him ‘Honoured Lin Yun.’ Could it be… the famed Immortal Lin Yun from the Huoyun Empire?
When they looked at Lin Yun again, their gazes had transformed.
Young Master Han’s heart plummeted into an abyss.
If even his father treated this man with such deference, how formidable must he be?
He realised he’d truly provoked a titan this time.
The Lin family trio—flat-headed man, Lin Qing, and the elder—stood thunderstruck, utterly petrified.
“He… he’s really Lin Yun?” The flat-headed man was floored, his body numb from head to toe.
They’d been sitting with an Immortal all along, and he’d even mouthed off to Lin Yun repeatedly.
The thought made him feel like he was splitting apart.
Lin Yun remained seated, legs crossed.
“Friend Han Zhen, there’s no misunderstanding. I was just bidding normally to buy some items. Your son rushed over and punched me. Tell me, as an Immortal myself, being hit like that—what’s the sense in it?” Lin Yun said calmly.
“My son’s fault! My son’s fault!” Han Zhen said with a dry laugh, nodding repeatedly.
He turned and slapped the back of his son’s head.
“Apologise to Honoured Lin Yun now!” Han Zhen snapped.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Young Master Han nodded like a pecking chicken, then knelt before Lin Yun.
“Hon… Honoured Lin Yun, I offended you. I… I apologise!” he stammered, trembling in fear.
Han Zhen quickly added with a smile, “Honoured Lin Yun, I’ll cover all your expenses here today as an apology.”
Han Zhen had no desire to cross Lin Yun. Even the Xingwu Emperor had been beaten by him—Han Zhen was nothing in comparison.
“Since you’re so sincere, fine, I’ll reluctantly accept,” Lin Yun said, smacking his lips.
Though today’s costs were trivial to him, having someone else foot the bill was convenient.
“Who’s the host? Pack up everything Honoured Lin Yun won and deliver it now!” Han Zhen barked.
“Yes, yes, I’ll handle it!” The host nodded frantically.
