By the end, Lin Huang's words were practically shouting, his words filled with hatred.
While others didn't even spare him a glance. To them it was nothing special—every day one or two figures finally unable to bear it would go mad.
At that time, all the love that Lin Huang felt for the girl seemed to have turned into fire that seemed to burn him alive.
But no matter how much he shouted, or cursed, nothing was going to change. After shouting for a while his throat had started to hurt and a sense of dizziness hit Lin Huang, making his vision go blurry.
At some point, there was something else that he hated—it was his own weakness, his own stupidity.
Soon all of these whirlwind of emotions slowly turned into despair.
Is this how my life will end, in some nameless corner of the world?
Without even realizing, Lin Huang fainted, his eyes rolling backward.
It wasn't clear how much time had passed, but Lin Huang was awakened by the sound of explosions.
Boom! Boom!
Loud sounds of something exploding came from outside. The hall was practically shaking as if it was about to collapse at any moment.
Thinking of something, Lin Huang's eyes lit up. The heavens didn't really close all doors for me!
Lin Huang realized the place where he was being held was attacked and it was his chance to escape.
And indeed he was right—the place where he was indeed attacked, but...
As if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, Lin Huang's excitement faded.
Although the opportunity was here, he was too weak to break the chains wrapped around his ankles.
Lin Huang once again cursed himself for being weak. He internally swore to himself, if he was able to successfully escape from this place, he would become so strong that no one would ever be able to play with him.
Just at that time the gate of the hall was flung open and a calm and composed voice came from outside.
"Let's see what the Blood Fang gang has hidden here."
Following those words, a young man dressed in loose robes walked inside.
Wang Chen looked around closely, only to frown when he realized what he was looking at.
A few minutes ago, he had followed the steward to the Blood Fang hideout, and realizing there was no Foundation Building expert, he immediately unleashed hell, killing everything that moved.
There was no guilt in his heart. He was only doing the world a favor by getting rid of this filth.
The heavens might even reward him for his actions.
After sweeping the entire palace clean, Wang Chen happened to come upon an area which was heavily guarded, and this present greeted him.
Just as he was frowning, his expression suddenly froze, as out of nowhere a familiar window appeared in front of him.
[Ding! Bearer of great dao providence detected, click to see stats.]
Wang Chen almost grinned from ear to ear, but he was able to stop himself in time and clicked to see the status window.
[Name: Lin Huang]
[Lifespan: 13/999]
[Race: Mortal]
[Cultivation: None]
[Talent: Undying Will, Bearer of Great Dao, Heir of Heavenly Providence]
[Abilities: Sword Heart(Infant), Lesser Dao of Fire(Infant)]
[Techniques: Dance of Seven Suns]
[Potential: Extremely High (If cultivated properly the individual has potential to become the sword saint of the generation)]
Wang Chen didn't need to read the last line to know he had hit the jackpot.
However, the numbers didn't make sense. The young man clearly hadn't started cultivating but his total lifespan was sky-high—a total of nine hundred ninety-nine years.
You must be joking. And when Wang Chen compared it with his own measly lifespan of thirty-five years, he almost puked blood.
But remembering where he was, he couldn't afford to make his first impression bad.
Just then he gently called out in a gentle tone:
"Young man, you seem to share some karmic connection with me..." Midway Wang Chen suddenly stopped speaking as he realized the young man seemed to have fainted.
Next moment he sighed and flicked his wrist. Immediately the chains binding Lin Huang's figure broke down and his body started falling to the ground, but before it could hit the ground, an arm grabbed him.
"Not so fast, little guy..." Wang Chen muttered with cold sweat on his forehead.
Thank god he reacted fast or otherwise the poor guy's neck would have definitely broken.
With that thought, he flung Lin Huang's fragile body over his shoulders and looked at the remaining hanging figures looking at him with pleading eyes.
Man, the world is taking advantage of my kindness again. I wonder if there would be another kind person like me in this world.
Without saying anything else, he flicked his wrist again and all the figures hanging fell down to the ground.
Without saying a word, Wang Chen turned and started walking.
This was the best that he could do. Moreover, he had caused enough commotion—the authorities were bound to notice and reach here soon.
Thinking up to this point, his steps became quicker and in the next moment he was gone.
Next morning.
Wang Chen quickly got to work, brooming the large training ground and mopping the wooden hallway, newly arranging all the weapons in their weapon racks.
After only one hour he was finally done and could start to meditate.
No matter what, he couldn't afford to neglect his cultivation. After all, who knew when he would encounter a random monster wanting to kill him just because he breathed too loudly?
Although the possibility was slim, he couldn't rule it out.
Just as he was about to close his eyes, his eyes fell on Lin Huang in the corner.
Even after dozens of hours, the guy showed no sign of waking up.
At this point, Wang Chen started to grow anxious.
He had finally found a suitable student... but the guy showed no sign of waking up.
Wang Chen contemplated and in the end he sighed and got up.
Lin Huang's vitality seemed to have been greatly damaged. Might as well buy a pill to quickly heal him.
With that he decided to head toward the nearest alchemical store.