Chapter 4281: Zuwa An
Chapter 4281: Zuwa An
Everyone was stunned.
What was going on?
Why was it Lin Yun who had been invited out?
That was an Imperial Son, and he was not giving him any face at all?
However, upon further thought, this was not a big deal. He had only invited the Imperial Son out, and had not killed the Imperial Son. If it was claimed that the Imperial Clan would launch an all-out war because of this, and charge into the Dark Clouds Hell at all costs, who would believe that?
A powerful dragon couldn't suppress a snake in its lair. Now, even if Lin Yun was a dragon in the sky, he would still have to lower himself to the ground here!
In terms of abilities, he was only a True Self Tier.
Lin Yun hadn't expected this either. Embarrassment was written all over his face.
'F*ck! I'm a respected Imperial Son, a member of the Silver Generation, and I'm a respected guest wherever I go. In fact, whether I go or not depends on my mood. Why have I been kicked out of this place?'
What justice was there left in this world?
"Yuan Bing, don't you regret this!" Lin Yun's eyes sharpened. He had never cowered before. The status of Silver Generation and Imperial Son had bestowed too much pride on him, so how could he possibly bow his head?
Yuan Bing humphed, and said, "Are you threatening me?"
Lin Yun felt an urge to attack, but he forcefully suppressed this urge.
This was the Dark Clouds Hell, and there was also a Sect Master elite behind Yuan Bing, which was enough to suppress him.
As long as he wasn't killed or crippled, would the Fire Cloud Imperial Clan forcibly conquer the Dark Clouds Hell for him?
They wouldn't!
Facts had proven that this place was extremely strange. Even if a Saint wielded an Imperial Weapon, they still wouldn't be able to overwhelm this place. This was a terrifying place!
This wasn't strange. There were dangerous places in the world, that even the Great Emperor would have to be careful when entering. How could the combination of a Saint and the Imperial Weapon be comparable to a Great Emperor? It was far inferior.
Thus, the Fire Cloud Imperial Clan couldn't possibly send elites over for such a small matter like this, such as Sect Master-level or Venerates. Here, the higher one's cultivation level, the more likely it was to suffer calamity-this was proven by history.
Lin Yun took a deep breath before turning around to leave.
"Wait," Yuan Bing spoke up.
Lin Yun paused, a hint of pride on his face.
He had to be afraid now, and must be regretting it now.
"If you're willing to offer a cup of tea to Brother Ling, I won't mind giving you some food," Yuan Bing said calmly.
'F*ck!'
Lin Yun almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Asking him to serve tea and apologize to Ling Han?
'F*ck off!'
He was furious, and left with a flourish of his sleeves.
Yuan Bing looked at Ling Han, and the two of them broke into laughter.
Hearing Ling Han's laughter, Lin Yun really wanted to turn around and start a fight, but if he made a move in Yuan Manor, that would be equivalent to provoking Yuan Xinrong, and would be disrespecting the Blood Crow Venerate. Even if he could not die due to his identity as an Imperial Son, he would definitely not be able to escape punishment.
I'll endure, I'll endure!
Lin Yun clenched his fists. This was a great humiliation that he had never experienced before. He would definitely get his revenge.
Ling Han, see you on the battlefield!
"Thank you." Ling Han nodded at Yuan Bing. The latter actually didn't need to face off against Lin Yun.
Yuan Bing smiled and said, "We are friends, aren't we?"
Ling Han laughed loudly, "That's right, friend."
Previously, Yuan Bing had also said that as long as Ling Han could save his mother, he would befriend Ling Han. However, in Ling Han's eyes, this friendship was naturally nothing.
This time was different. Yuan Bing clearly supported him. This also needed courage and resolution.
Everyone looked at each other, appearing very dumbfounded, especially that "Young Master Qi" who had brought Lin Yun here. He was the most embarrassed.
As for Liu Yao, he was extremely disappointed.
He had never imagined that Yuan Bing would actually choose to support Ling Han. Thankfully, he had not jumped out to be a clown just now. Otherwise, he would definitely be disliked by Yuan Bing now.
"This Lin Yun's abilities are extraordinary," Yuan Bing said with a serious expression. "Sooner or later, you and he will have to battle on the battlefield. Are you confident?"
Ling Han smiled and said, "I'm very expectant!"
Seeing how confident Ling Han was, Yuan Bing felt much more at ease.
At first, he had thought that the next step would be a true battle on the Dark Battlefield, but
he had never imagined that there would actually be a slight accident in this matter.
In less than two days, Yuan Bing came to find Ling Han.
"Do you know Young Master An?" he asked.
"What Young Master An?" Ling Han looked at Yuan Bing in surprise. 'You're already a top- notch second-generation young master, yet you still call others "Young Master"?!
Yuan Bing frowned, appearing to be very confused, "Zuwa An, the grandson of the Blood Crow Venerate. Because Lord Blood Crow's sons are all worthless, yet Zuwa An's natural talent in martial arts is extremely high, so he is deeply loved by Lord Blood Crow." "Strange, since you don't know him, why did he ask me to bring you to see him?"
Ling Han smiled and said, "We'll know if we go and take a look."
"En." Yuan Bing nodded. He was a top-notch second-generation young master, but Zuwaan was a super second-generation young master. In the City of Death, there were still four people that could stand on equal footing with him. Furthermore, Yuan Xinrong was a subordinate of the Blood Crow Venerate. Correspondingly, Yuan Bing could also be considered Zuwa An's underling.
"When are we setting off?" Ling Han asked.
"If you're free, let's go now."
"All right."
The two of them set out, heading towards where Zuwa An was staying.
This was the cherished grandson of the Blood Crow Venerate. However, he didn't live with the Blood Crow Venerate. Instead, he lived alone outside, probably because he didn't want to be
controlled.
When they arrived at the door, the guards immediately smiled when they saw Yuan Bing, welcoming the two of them in.
This place was decorated very beautifully. There were towers, pavilions, and everything else. If one didn't raise his head to look, he wouldn't be able to tell that this was the City of Death. This manor was very big. In fact, it was slightly larger than even Yuan Manor. After circling around for a while, they finally arrived at the backyard. Zuwa An was here.
The two of them entered the garden, and saw a gazebo inside. There were two people drinking. They clearly saw Ling Han and Yuan Bing out of the corner of their eyes, but they acted as if they didn't see them, and were still drinking.
Yi?
Ling Han and Yuan Bing looked at each other, and couldn't help but reveal an astounded expression, because one of these two people was actually Lin Yun!
This guy really had some tricks up his sleeve. In just a few days, he had managed to get acquainted with Zuwa An!
Of course, if it was Lin Yun who said this, it would definitely be Zuwa An who was out of his league. He was the dignified Imperial Son, so who in this world was worthy of him clinging
to?
Hehe, was this considered revenge?
"Young Master An!" Yuan Bing shouted loudly. He couldn't just stand there and be ignored,
right?
The other young man put down his wine cup, glanced at Yuan Bing, and nodded slightly, "So
it's Yuan Bing."
'Nonsense, didn't you call us over? Is it fun to pretend that you just realized we are here?'
Ling Han sized up this Zuwa An. The Blood Crow Venerate was a member of the Demon Race, and came from the Blood Crow Tribe. Thus, Zuwa An naturally inherited this bloodline as well. A pair of blood-colored wings grew on his back, and there were golden veined patterns that glowed faintly, making him appear extremely extraordinary.
Aside from that, he actually had a long tail, and his ears were also furry, like dogs and wolves.
He transmitted a question to Yuan Bing through divine sense. Yuan Bing told him that Zuwa An's mother was a Wolf Tribe member, so he had mixed blood.
Realization dawned on Ling Han. No wonder this guy had a tail, and furry ears.
Yuan Bing clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, Young Master An." However, Zuwa An ignored him, and merely looked at Ling Han. A cold smile gradually appeared on his lips, "Bring me a cup of tea!"