C6 Overkill

6 - Overkill

"How is this possible?"

The stall owner's eyes were filled with disbelief. His smile once again froze on his face, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched with a bit of bitterness.

"Impossible!"

The expressions on the faces of the surrounding people were exactly the same as those of the stallholders.

The two cold Town Security officials' eyes lit up. They had already been here for at least ten years, but they had never seen anyone use anything other than the Frost Axe to break through the century-old ice, let alone use the temperature of their hands to melt it. That was completely unheard-of.

The Hundred Year Ice was getting smaller and smaller as it rapidly melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Could it be …" Is the Hundred Year Cold Ice and the Fire Lingzhi real or fake? "

"Maybe …"

"The Hundred Years Cold Ice and the Fire Lingzhi are absolutely real. Just based on the milky white fog surrounding the Hundred Years Freezing Ice, it's impossible for ordinary ice to produce such a thick fog. "

"But …" How could this be? How could someone use their hands to melt the Hundred Years of Ice? This is really hard to believe. "

"How many people have ever wanted to roast the Hundred Year Ice? Even pill refiners who had once thrown the Hundred Year Freezing Ice into the cauldron were unable to melt the Hundred Year Freezing Ice. Who exactly is this stranger? To be able to melt the blood with just the warmth of his hand, that is truly unbelievable. "

"..."

Listening to the discussions around him, the smile on the vendor's face gradually disappeared. Even under the firelight, it was obvious that he was a bit pale.

"You … "How did you do it?"

A long while later, a somewhat stiff voice came out from the trembling lips of the stall boy, whose face had become increasingly pale.

"I told you, your things are fake." Lin Yan's cold eyes fell on the ice. He watched as the water droplets got faster and faster. In the end, they actually started to flow in a straight line.

The look of disbelief in the man's eyes turned to anger, because he knew that his things couldn't be fake. This stranger must have done something to the ice.

He grabbed Lin Yan's collar, the anger in his eyes obvious: "Speak, did you do something!"

At this moment, Lin Yan's hand had already completely touched the Fire Ganoderma. When he touched it, he could feel that it was incomparably cold, much colder than ice. He waited until the last of the ice had melted before he smiled and said lightly, "Are you trying to break your promise?" As he spoke, he shifted his gaze onto the faces of the two Town Security members.

The two Town Security members recovered from their shock after being stared at by Lin Yan. Although they were puzzled, they still cast their cold gazes on the stall owner's face. The meaning was obvious — no one would be able to renege on it in front of us.

The stall owner calmed down a little after he was seen by the city manager. He let go of Lin Yan and said, "I've set up stall for three years and have never had a record of repudiation. It's only a mere Flaming Ganoderma, I'm willing to admit defeat. But you have to explain clearly, why can you melt the Hundred Year Ice? "

Lin Yan smiled faintly. Under the gaze of everyone, he took the Fire Lingzhi and put it in his pocket before slowly saying, "Is there a need for this?"

As he spoke, he clasped his hands at the two Town Security members and said, "Thank you, two Town Security brothers."

Although they also wanted to know how Lin Yan had managed to do it, in the Ghost Market, there was no rule that one had to say one thing or two to buy or gamble. Therefore, they could not force it. Ye Zichen only looked at the stall guy to prevent the stall guy from losing control and hurting others.

Lin Yan slowly walked with the Fire Spirit Ganoderma in his hand. Under the bewildered gazes of the crowd, he walked out of the Ghost Market.

Actually, when he went to the Ghost Market, he didn't think that he would be able to get the Fire Ganoderma so easily.

When he held the piece of Hundred Year Freezing Ice in his hand, he suddenly found that the heat in his dantian was unbearable. A scorching heat started in his dantian and spread throughout his body before finally gathering in his palm. It was as if the azure mist in his dantian thirsted for the Fire Ganoderma; it drew strands and strands of mist from his dantian and gathered them in his palm, actually causing the hundred year old frost energy to begin to melt.

Realizing this point, Lin Yan was not in a hurry to melt the ice. Instead, he had lured and incited the vendor to make a bet with him. Only with this bit of green mist was he able to melt the century-old ice and acquire the Fire Ganoderma.

With the Fire Lingzhi in his hand, the green fog in Lin Yan's Dantian seemed to be impatient. It swirled and rolled and ran like a child eager to get a gift.

Lin Yan quickened his pace, eager to return to the family.

The Fire Ganoderma was a rare item, and so many people would be tempted by it upon seeing him obtain it. Although there was a supervisor in the Ghost Market, and they didn't dare to act, once they left the Ghost Market, these people would reveal their true colors like ghosts that had left the Underworld.

Therefore, he couldn't afford to be careless.

After running for over three miles in the dark night, they arrived at a forest.

After passing through the forest, he was not far from the Lin Clan.

Entering the forest, Lin Yan released his soul force outside of his body, paying attention to the surrounding ten meters around him.

The clear and cold glint of light could be seen in his eyes. Step by step, he was extremely careful.

The forest was eerily quiet. From time to time, a leaf would fall, making a clear sound.

Occasionally, Lin Yan would step on a branch and it would emit a "kacha" sound, echoing in the dark forest and causing one's hair to stand on end.

Suddenly, his soul force fluctuated slightly.

That fluctuation told him that there was someone ten meters ahead.

Judging from the strength of that person's soul, he should be a Rank one Middle Spirit Master.

Lin Yan was shocked. His mind was racing as he thought of a countermeasure.

A first level spirit cultivator's strength was five times that of an ordinary person. With his current strength, dealing with an Initial Phase Level One Psyker would be rather difficult, let alone a Middle Phase Psyker.

Just as Lin Yan was thinking, that person gently leaped and blocked his path.

In the darkness, the face of the person could not be seen clearly, and his voice carried a hint of childishness. "Leave behind the Fire Ganoderma and I'll let you live."

Lin Yan pretended to be shocked and suddenly retreated a step. The panic in his voice was obvious, "Who are you?!"

"Don't speak nonsense, leave the Fire Spirit Zoysia and get lost." The shadow's voice sounded a little arrogant: "Leave behind the Fire Ganoderma, I guarantee that you won't die."

From the voice, Lin Yan could already tell that this black shadow was just a teenager. He heaved a sigh of relief.

However, he still pretended to be flustered and bewildered. He said, "But I …"

"Bring it here." The black shadow rudely interrupted Lin Yan, "Otherwise, I will immediately take your dog life. As an ordinary person, if you carry a great treasure with you, you will be sentenced to death. "

Lin Yan was trembling with fear as he took out the Flaming Ganoderma from his chest and said with a trembling voice, "He's … "It's here."

"Hahahaha …" The black shadow laughed exaggeratedly and walked towards Lin Yan. He snatched the Fire Lingzhi from Lin Yan's hands and said, "Very well, since the Fire Lingzhi has been delivered to you, your mission has been completed. I will send you home now."

"You …" Lin Yan cried out, "You said that you'd let me go if I gave you the Fire Ganoderma …"

"Tch." You can believe my words too, whoever doesn't die will die. " As he spoke, he lifted his hand and hacked towards Lin Yan's head. The power of a Rank 1 Middle Spirit Master poured into his palm, creating a whistling sound.

At this moment, a cold glint flashed across Lin Yan's eyes. Taking a step ahead of him, his right hand formed a fist. His middle finger extended outwards as he punched towards the black shadow's Dantian.

"Hmph …"

The black shadow harrumphed coldly. Then, his right hand that was in the midst of slashing down came to a stop in midair. It didn't move an inch, as though it was a statue.

The forest was dead silent.

"..."

A leaf slowly fell, and the sound was clearly audible.

A moment later, the shadow crashed to the ground, breaking the branches on the ground. The cracking sound echoed in the dark silent forest.