Chapter 152: A Massive Slaughter

Blades flashed, blood splattered, and heads flew through the air as Lin Fan, wielding the Thousand Piles of Snow, plunged into the crowd.

Since everyone believed he dared not kill, he would show them all by killing!

Now that he had broken through to the Meridian Realm and had the system as his backing, he had enough confidence to face everything without fear.

Thus, Lin Fan’s blade was swift and sharp; in an instant, dozens of heads were severed, blood spraying everywhere.

At this moment, the members of the Heavenly Dynasty Association charging at him finally realized that he was truly ruthless—willing to pay any price to kill them—and his power was formidable. Some even began to waver.

But could Lin Fan give them what they wished for?

Of course not.

With a flick of his wrist, he beheaded anyone in his path. If he had not come to kill today, why would he brandish his blade?

He intended to feed the Thousand Piles of Snow with the blood of these hundreds of Meridian Realm experts!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Lin Fan pressed deeper into the crowd, blade flashing endlessly, striking down every opponent with a single stroke. None could stand before him; all were beheaded on the spot.

To these inexperienced rookies, even Lin Fan’s crudest martial techniques made him an invincible figure they could only dream of becoming through a lifetime of training. So, Lin Fan fought with ease, while they couldn't even touch the hem of his robe.

Amidst the rolling heads and splattering blood, Lin Fan began to sing aloud!

I am the wandering son of Qingdu Mountain,
Heaven commands me to be wild and free.
Once entrusted with the edicts of wind and rain,
I’ve petitioned to hold back the clouds, borrow the moon’s light.
Ten thousand poems, a thousand cups of wine,
How often have I glanced at princes and kings?
In jade towers and golden goblets, I lazily turn away,
Planting plum blossoms as I gaze upon Luoyang.

Singing as he slaughtered, in the blink of an eye, over thirty heads had fallen. The air in the grand hall of the Heavenly Dynasty Association thickened with the pungent scent of blood.

The gathered students stared blankly, their hands and feet growing cold, hearts trembling.

So ruthless!

In such a short time, Lin Fan had killed more than fifty people—whether prodigies or sons of nobles and generals—none were spared.

Cold and merciless!

It was laughable how many of them had earlier claimed Lin Fan wouldn’t dare to come, then that he wouldn’t dare to kill.

Now, it was a blatant slap in the face, yet they felt no shame, only overwhelming fear.

Watching Lin Fan sing loudly, sensing the boldness and arrogance in his verses, each heart etched deeply this figure as one of the most dangerous people to provoke.

Of course, that was assuming Lin Fan survived this bloodbath.

“I was once the steward of mountains and waters in the heavens, naturally lazy and wild. The Heavenly Emperor entrusted me with the command of wind and dew; I repeatedly petitioned to keep the colorful clouds and borrow the moonlight. I compose ten thousand poems and drink a thousand cups of wine; I have never glanced at princes and kings. Even serving as an official in the magnificent Heavenly Palace, I was too indolent to care, preferring instead to lie intoxicated among the plum blossoms of Luoyang.”

Sitting quietly in the Heavenly Dynasty Association, Yang Xiao and Jiang Xuesheng exchanged glances as they analyzed the meaning behind Lin Fan’s song, both struck by an indescribable shock.

What wildness! Though they did not know who the Heavenly Emperor was, they understood he was an emperor-level being. The line about never looking at princes and kings meant Lin Fan held even nobles in contempt.

And the line about being too lazy to serve in the Heavenly Palace, preferring drunken repose at home, was brazen and arrogant.

Each verse brimmed with boldness, confidence, and defiance—a display of recklessness and fearlessness.

Yang Xiao gazed deeply at the still-slaughtering figure, sensing that this Lin Fan would surely stir the entire kingdom’s fate in the future. Moreover, he believed Lin Fan would not die from this massacre.

Even though he knew it was unlikely—after all, many Lin Fan had slain had powerful backing, and not even the Ice Snow Kingdom’s emperor would risk angering so many families to save him.

Even if Lin Fan reached the River Realm, the kingdom’s top experts would not withstand the fury of all those clans and would surely perish.

Jiang Xuesheng, watching Lin Fan’s rampage, felt an inexplicable excitement. He wished he could become that figure, reveling in justice and vengeance. His eyes revealed a transformation—he wanted to follow and become that person.

By now, Lin Fan had slaughtered over eighty members of the Heavenly Dynasty Association, and the rest were desperately attacking him.

His strength was overwhelming, and he did not regard them as scions of noble families. Each swing resulted in a beheading. When some tried to flee toward the gates, Lin Fan always arrived first, killing them before they could escape.

Dozens had already died attempting to flee. The sooner they fled, the sooner they died, leaving them no choice but to kill Lin Fan.

Kill all the million soldiers of Jiangnan,
The treasured sword before my waist still stained with blood.
The old monk cannot recognize a hero,
Only fussing over my name.

Suddenly, Lin Fan sang again, this time without the earlier ease and arrogance, but with heroic spirit that shook the heavens and earth. Every word he uttered carried the force of swallowing mountains and rivers, heavy with the stench of blood.

It was as if the blood-soaked aura of having just slaughtered millions was sweeping toward them.

This was a poem by Zhu Yuanzhang from Lin Fan’s previous life, written after defeating Chen Youliang’s army while disguised and visiting a temple on Purple Gold Mountain in Nanjing. The killing intent radiated from every line, imbued with the lingering scent of bloodshed and wailing defeated soldiers.

Though not elegant, each word was clear and direct, revealing the fierce martial spirit of an emperor who conquered the world by force.

Lin Fan felt this poem matched his mood perfectly. In his past life, he was the God of Blades, having reached the pinnacle. Though starting anew in this life, he remained the God of Blades.

These mere cultivators had provoked him repeatedly, stirring his anger and prompting his massacre.

With each swing, heads rolled; cold light gleamed in Lin Fan’s eyes. He would kill until no one dared challenge him.

In a corner of the academy, two old men played chess—one was Dean Qi Daolin, the other the elder who had guided Lin Fan during his initial enrollment, the one he had respectfully visited three times in the illusory realm.

Qi Daolin slowly looked up and asked the elder, “Shall we let him continue this massacre?”

“They brought it upon themselves. No one else to blame,” the elder replied, hesitating over where to place a black piece. Qi Daolin’s white stones already formed a dominating dragon, crushing the black stones.

“But these are the kingdom’s pillars. Though it won’t cause a generation gap, we’re losing many talents. Moreover, their families will not let this slide. Shall we not intervene?” Qi Daolin retorted.

The elder finally placed the black stone in an inconsequential spot, seeming pleased. He smiled, “What, our Dean Qi is afraid?”

“Teacher, don’t joke. I’m not afraid, but if this continues, not just me—even Zhao Kuo would feel heartache.”

Qi Daolin refilled the elder’s tea, then surveyed the board and placed a white stone. “This Lin Fan is indeed an unpredictable talent. Breaking Liu Qi’s record in the late Meridian Realm, he’s destined to reach the Stream Realm and even the River Realm. But if we let him continue killing, protecting him will be difficult.”

“Let Zhao Kuo feel heartache if he wants. Since this cohort is meant to be a breeding ground for troubles, life and death shouldn’t matter. You don’t need to protect him. As long as the Heavenly Scripture Academy withstands the pressure, the royal family won’t worry. But his family must be protected—don’t let him develop rebellious thoughts.”

The elder sipped tea and nodded, placing another piece. “Afterwards, the kingdom will suppress all families. This is the royal family’s warning shot. Any family that resists will be wiped out. The royal decision is final. After so many years, it’s time to discipline these clans.”

“Send the Heavenly Martial Sect with ten inner academy students to protect his family. Eliminate any violators or invaders.”

“What if a River Realm expert comes?”

“Also disappear. No one can defy the kingdom’s will.”

[End of Chapter 152: Massacre]

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