Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 22 Flesh Relics

Lin Fan brandished the short iron sword in his hand. The bright moonlight reflected off the smooth blade, casting a pure white light on Master Ge's face, making him unable to open his eyes for a moment.

"Get lost, or don't blame me for being impolite!" Lin Fan said fiercely to Master Ge.

Ge Wudan was taken aback. He felt that his timid and cowardly son had become a different person, and his whole demeanor was different.

Of course, mere imposing manner wouldn't be enough to intimidate Ge Wudan. What he feared was the gleaming short sword in his hand. Even though he was already a third-level martial artist, he was still just a mortal and couldn't withstand real swords and blades.

Therefore, Ge Wudan's tone immediately softened.

"Son, what's wrong? Don't be angry. When have I ever mistreated you? How about this, after I'm done, I'll let you have some fun. I know you've always wanted to try this girl. We're father and son, there's no need to be so formal."

Hearing this, Lin Fan's anger flared up again. He tapped the ground with his wooden sword and slowly advanced towards Ge Wudan. He decided not to say anything more to this fat man and would just kill him.

Seeing that Ge Sichao was ignoring him and was even walking towards him, Ge Wudan got really angry.

"You brat, you've gone too far! Are you trying to commit patricide?!" Even though he had already given in, the other party was still relentless. Today, he was determined to teach this brat a lesson about the proper order of father and son.

Although Ge Wudan was very big, with his fat jiggling, he was still a third-level martial artist. He leaped up and jumped very high, swinging his fist at Lin Fan.

A third-tier martial artist's punches were like the roar of a tiger and the thunder of lightning; in the quiet night, the sound, like an explosion, resounded in the warehouse.

Such a powerful punch would render even an ordinary person like Lin Fan momentarily immobile under its pressure. Normally, even if he were wielding an iron sword, he wouldn't have time to swing it.

Ge Wudan's face showed a hint of contempt. His son was becoming increasingly useless. Despite having practiced martial arts for ten years, his reactions were like those of an ordinary person.

The punch was initially extremely fierce, but later it became more restrained, as Ge Wudan did not want to kill his own son with a single punch.

As the Soul-Suppressing Pearl inside Lin Fan's stomach emitted a faint green light, Lin Fan's eyes immediately regained their clarity.

He immediately responded with the calmest mindset.

With a clang, the sound of metal clashing rang out as Lin Fan used all his strength to swing his sword and deflect the fist, the iron sword embedding itself firmly into the opponent's bone.

Lin Fan felt his hands go numb from the shock, but the pain completely disappeared after a moment.

Lin Fan had no time to think about what had happened; he used all his strength to pull the iron sword out of the other man's arm.

Ge Wudan winced in pain, took a few steps back, and covered his left hand, which was almost severed, with his right hand.

"Boy, you're dead! Killing your father is an outrageous crime!" Ge Wudan was furious and no longer cared about holding back.

Xiao Cui watched in horror as everything unfolded before her eyes. She never imagined that Ge Sichao would fight with his own father to save her.

Before she could even say thank you, Xiao Cui's pupils dilated instantly as she stared at the almost unbelievable scene before her.

Ge Wudan's figure almost disappeared from the spot; he was so fast that Xiao Cui couldn't even see him clearly.

"Behind you! He's behind you!" Xiao Cui shouted at Ge Sichao with all her might.

Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine. He had rushed in on impulse, never expecting that there would be such a big difference between a third-level martial artist and an ordinary person.

Even if he is armed with a sharp weapon, the situation will be completely disadvantageous to him once he can't see the other party.

The warehouse was already dark, and people could barely see clearly. After Ge Wudan decided to kill, it was difficult for ordinary people to keep up with his movements.

Moreover, Lin Fan couldn't move around freely at the moment; he could only spin around in place, searching for the other person's figure.

Fortunately, with the blessing of the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, Lin Fan was calm enough to concentrate all his attention. In the darkness, he felt a large hand grabbing the iron sword in his right hand!

So that was the other party's plan. Lin Fan swung his sword backward, feeling a cut on his skin, but it didn't feel deep.

Oh no! Lin Fan was secretly alarmed.

Ge Wudan was prepared to get hurt. Even if he was cut or had his fingers chopped off, as long as he could grab the iron sword, he would win!

Lin Fan gripped the iron sword tightly with both hands, but he was no match for the opponent's strength. Ge Wudan held the iron sword firmly with just a few fingers.

A pair of large hands, like iron clamps, gripped the sword blade tightly.

Just as Ge Wudan was smiling and about to say something, Lin Fan suddenly saw a silver bamboo shoot growing from his chest.

A red sword tip suddenly emerged from his chest, its cold tip gleaming with silver light.

Standing behind Ge Wudan, Xu Yunxiao drew his sword and plunged it into Ge Wudan's chest once again.

The blade tip went in and out repeatedly, quickly reaching the point of more than a dozen strikes, until Ge Wudan's body was riddled with holes.

Yun Xiangzi sheathed his iron sword and skillfully wiped the blood off his armpit.

The giant, who had been riddled with holes, immediately went limp.

Ge Wudan wanted to say something more, but a large amount of blood spilled from his mouth, and he fell straight down.

"Master... Sichao, things have gotten so messy, it's going to be hard to clean up now," the dog-skinned Taoist said, somewhat irritated.

"Thank you," Lin Fan replied indifferently.

"Waaah!" The moment Xiao Cui saw Xu Yunxiao appear, she could no longer pretend to be strong and burst into tears.

Ignoring the fact that she was still barely clothed, she jumped up and threw herself into the arms of the young Taoist priest.

Lin Fan glanced at the girl's youthful, apple-like body. Her smooth, beautiful back was as supple as silk, not particularly sexy, but alluring enough.

The girl in front of him suddenly overlapped with Yue'er in Lin Fan's memory, and he hurriedly looked away.

"Yunlang, you've finally come to save me!" Xiao Cui sobbed, desperately trying to burrow into the dog-skinned Taoist priest's arms. "I was so scared just now, I thought..."

At this point, Xiao Cui suddenly regained her composure, recalling various unnatural moments.

Yunlang was never late.

Why did the martial arts school owner say that Yunlang wouldn't come?

Why did Ge Sichao come to save me when he was already here?

Why did they prepare iron swords in advance?

Xiao Cui suddenly took a few steps back, picked up her clothes, and hurriedly put them on. She looked at Xu Yunxiao with teary eyes.

Xiao Cui couldn't understand the logical connections between all these things; she just intuitively felt that something was wrong.

With her last hope, she looked at her beloved Yunlang.

But Xu Yunxiao's eyes felt unfamiliar to him. There was no warmth or care in those eyes; they were as cold as a casual glance from the riverbank.

Xiao Cui glanced at the two of them, feeling increasingly uneasy. She couldn't trust anyone anymore.

"I'm leaving now," Xiao Cui said before rushing outside.

"What do we do now?" Lin Fan tapped the approaching dog-skinned Taoist with his wooden sword.

"What else can we do? How should I know what to do? You've made a complete mess of everything. The Red-Clothed Curse is definitely targeting Xiao Cui. No matter what you do, she will die in agony in the end, so that the Red-Clothed Curse can appear. It's destined." The dog-skinned Taoist said irritably, clearly very annoyed.

“Then let’s try a different way to die. How about you and an ugly woman be all lovey-dovey in front of Xiao Cui, and then I’ll kill her from behind with a sword? What do you think of that?” Lin Fan said thoughtfully.

The dog-skinned Taoist priest remained silent for a moment, then decided to pretend he hadn't heard Lin Fan's words.

"Follow him. Now we can only take it one step at a time." The dog-skinned Taoist gritted his teeth. He hadn't expected Lin Fan to make such a simple matter so complicated. Sometimes he really couldn't understand what Lin Fan was thinking.

The two boys had no choice but to follow the footprints on the ground, but they were too slow, and the girl had long since disappeared.

"Oh no, she's going to encounter a flesh relic in this direction. Kid, you've chosen the hardest one for yourself. Don't blame your uncle for not helping you if you can't break the curse."