novel-bin Chapter 334 Entering the Linglong Pavilion
Chapter 334 Entering the Linglong Pavilion
Chapter 334 Entering the Linglong Pavilion
Linglong Pavilion is located in the heart of Southern Xinjiang and is the most powerful organization in Southern Xinjiang.
Leng Yun set off from Mu Family Village, crossed a mountain, and spent most of the day before finally arriving at Linglong Pavilion.
The vast compound was built on a plain, containing a variety of buildings.
Outside the white iron gate, several guards from Linglong Pavilion were on high alert.
Not far from the iron gate, two staff members were waiting.
They are specifically there to receive these newly recruited students.
Leng Yun walked over and handed over her name tag.
A staff member took the name tag, a hint of surprise on his face, and looked at Leng Yun, asking, "Are you from Mu Family Village?"
Leng Yun nodded indifferently.
The two clerks exchanged glances and muttered under their breath, "How could this be? Shouldn't Mu Family Village belong to Mu Qing?"
After a moment, one of them registered Leng Yun's information: "Name?"
"My name is Qianlilu." Leng Yun naturally wouldn't use his real name; he was now the public enemy of the entire Southern Frontier.
An ancient poem says: "Thirty years of fame and glory are but dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road are but clouds and moon."
These are lines from a poem by Yue Fei, a national hero, from Leng Yun's past world.
Leng Yun suddenly remembered something, so she chose Qianlilu as her name.
"Hmph, what a strange name," the clerk chuckled.
Just then, a man walked out of the courtyard. He was dressed in a long black robe, with bright, piercing eyes and a dignified expression.
"Protector Mu!" the two staff members said respectfully.
The newcomer ignored the two staff members and instead glared fiercely at Leng Yun.
"Are you from Mu Family Village?" the newcomer asked in a cold voice.
Leng Yun was puzzled. He had never met this person before, but why did the other person seem to have a grudge against him?
“My name is Mu Daqing, and I am a protector of Linglong Pavilion! You are really capable, even able to defeat Mu Qing,” Mu Daqing said.
Leng Yun suddenly realized that the protector of Linglong Pavilion was actually from Mu Family Village. What a small world!
However, he was still a little puzzled. He had already killed Mu Lun and the others, so why didn't Mu Daqing know about it and not mention it at all?
"Take him to work in the vegetable garden," Mu Daqing snorted and said to the staff member next to him.
"I want to see the Grand Wizard," Leng Yun said.
Mu Daqing sneered: "You think you can just see the Grand Wizard whenever you want? Who do you think you are? Go work in the vegetable garden for three years first."
Leng Yun didn't say anything more; he vaguely sensed that Mu Daqing was making things difficult for him.
Then, a Linglong Pavilion disciple led Leng Yun through an open area of the Linglong Pavilion and into the vegetable garden behind it.
"You'll be working here from now on," the disciple said.
Leng Yun looked around at the simple environment, with only a dilapidated thatched hut and a vegetable garden in front of it.
However, he didn't care. After all, he had already infiltrated the Linglong Pavilion, and the next step was to meet the Grand Wizard.
"I don't know how you offended Protector Mu, but you'd better be careful in the future. Protector Mu is not someone to be trifled with," a disciple of Linglong Pavilion warned.
……
Meanwhile, in the room of the Linglong Pavilion protector, Mu Daqing sat in the center, with a burly man standing in front of him.
"It was on this journey of a thousand miles that someone killed members of our Mu family. You know what to do," Mu Daqing said coldly.
"Please rest assured, Protector, I will do it without leaving a trace, so that he will never see the sun tomorrow," the burly man said respectfully.
Mu Daqing nodded: "Go down."
……
Leng Yun bid farewell to the Linglong Pavilion disciple and sat alone in the thatched hut, where his job was to weed the vegetable garden in front of him.
Before we knew it, dusk was falling, the sun was setting, and the cool moonlight of southern Xinjiang reappeared in the sky.
Just as Leng Yun was about to rest, a noise suddenly came from outside the door.
"Who goes there, looking all sneaky? Why don't you show yourself?" Leng Yun shouted.
"Haha, brat, you've got some skills after all." A burly man emerged from the shadows; he was the same person who had spoken to Mu Daqing earlier.
Leng Yun remained expressionless and asked coldly, "What do you want?"
"Hmph, my name is Zhou Dazhuang, and I've come specifically to take your life," Zhou Dazhuang said.
Leng Yun sneered: "Did Mu Daqing send you?"
"How dare you disrespect the Dharma Protector! You're courting death!"
After Zhou Dazhuang finished speaking, his green fist energy surged, and he charged towards Leng Yun like a human tank.
Leng Yun didn't care at all. The next second, Zhou Dazhuang's fist smashed down on Leng Yun's head.
Leng Yun gently stretched out a hand and grasped Zhou Dazhuang's fist.
Zhou Dazhuang was startled. He was a recognized strongman in Linglong Pavilion, but Leng Yun, who looked thin and weak, easily blocked his attack.
Not only that, Zhou Dazhuang also felt a powerful force coming from Leng Yun's hand, which was holding his hand, and it even felt like it was going to crush his bones.
What kind of power does that seemingly not-so-strong body contain?
Suddenly, Zhou Dazhuang raised his other hand, and a black light shot into Leng Yun's body.
It's voodoo again, a unique attack method used by the people of southern Xinjiang.
This voodoo might have miraculous effects on others, but it has absolutely no effect on someone like Leng Yun who possesses the Netherworld Ghost Fire.
The voodoo entered Leng Yun's body and was burned away by Leng Yun's purple flames in less than half a minute.
Zhou Dazhuang had a smug smile on his face when he saw that his sneak attack had succeeded, but after a few seconds, he noticed that Leng Yun didn't react at all.
He then realized that something was amiss.
"How—how could this be? Who are you?" Zhou Dazhuang couldn't believe that anyone could withstand the witchcraft of their Southern Frontier.
Leng Yun said calmly, "To tell you the truth, I am Leng Yun!"
"Leng Yun!"
Upon hearing this name, Zhou Dazhuang was terrified. That so-called Southern Border alchemist, three Southern Border experts, and a Southern Border ghost sorcerer were actually standing right in front of him.
Before Zhou Dazhuang could beg for mercy, a ball of purple flame suddenly burst forth from Leng Yun's hand.
The flames appeared cold, but once they entered Zhou Dazhuang's body, the latter felt as if his heart was being burned by a thousand flames, and he howled in pain.
Fortunately, the area around the vegetable garden was deserted, and no one heard the screams.
Mu Daqing originally arranged for Leng Yun to be here in order to secretly kill Leng Yun, but now, it has provided Leng Yun with the convenience to commit murder.
The next moment, Zhou Dazhuang fell to the ground and died, his face still bearing an extremely painful expression, turning into Leng Yun's experience points.
Afterwards, Leng Yun threw Zhou Dazhuang's body into the septic tank in the vegetable garden.
He knew this wasn't over yet; Mu Daqing would definitely find someone else to deal with him.