C3

Lin Xiaojun's cultivation talent was considered not bad in the Lin Family. Without his family's nurturing, he had also cultivated to the Houtian fifth stage, but he had to work hard, otherwise, he would not be worse than the direct descendants of the Lin Family. His business acumen was very developed, even though he received 10 taels of silver a month in the Lin Clan. However, every month, Lin Xiaojun would earn seven to eighty silver taels, or even more than a hundred silver taels!

Lin Bufan crawled under the bed and found a jar. He took out all of the money he had accumulated over the years, about a hundred taels of silver. He planned to go to the city to buy some healing medicine. Because he had used the Fierce Tiger Fist to refine his body, to Lin Bufan, who was at the sixth level of the Refinement Realm, the effects of the Fierce Tiger Fist were negligible. Thus, he decided to carry out extreme training.

Lin Bufan and Lin Xiaojun left the General's Mansion and arrived at the Soaring Dragon City. The Soaring Dragon City was worthy of being called the imperial city of the Great Gan Country.

Lin Xiaojun was cunning. He was very familiar with this Soaring Dragon City. When the people who set up the stalls saw him, most of them smiled and greeted him. When he came to this world, he spent most of his time cultivating. He did not know much about the affairs of the outside world, so he did not understand much about the affairs of the outside world. If he were to say what kind of market he was familiar with, he might be able to make a huge profit at that time. This made Lin Bufan feel helpless.

After strolling for the entire morning, Lin Xiao Jun finally understood the recent situation and came to the medicine store with Lin Fan. After spending a hundred silver taels, he bought a stalk of Green Leaf Grass, which was thirty years old, and two years old Qi and Blood Grass, a good medicine for treating external injuries.

He looked at the herbs on the shelf, and after a long time, his eyes stopped moving and rested on a pale yellow spiritual herb. Dragon Yuan Grass, the legendary Dragon Lake Grass was grown in the Dragon's Nest, and it was divided into nine grades, and on top of the Dragon Origin Grass was a grade one Dragon Origin Grass, which was also the most common kind. He could make a person's body even more powerful, and with Lin Fan cultivating his physical body, he understood how important the Dragon Origin Grass was to him. Lin Bufan stared eagerly at the price tag of one hundred and fifty taels of silver in front of him. He felt the pitiful amount of a dozen taels of silver in his pocket. His burning heart couldn't help but turn cold. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. His young master from the General's Estate, since he was worried about the hundred silver taels, he couldn't help but laugh mockingly at himself.

Lin Xiao Jun seemed to see through his thoughts as he shouted: "Young Master Bu Fan, if you see anything, just tell me and I will give you some rewards for watching you walk with me for the whole morning." As he said this, he called for the boss to bring the Dragon Origin Grass over and stuffed it into Lin Bufan's hands. Lin Bufan did not stand on ceremony with him and directly stuffed the Dragon Origin Grass into his backpack. Then, Lin Xiaoling paid the bill with a pained expression.

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The two of them left the pharmacy, chatting as they walked towards the general's manor. When they were almost at the general's manor, a discordant voice called out, "Isn't this our good-for-nothing young master?" "Since when did he go out?" Lin Bufan and Lin Xiaojun looked at the white-clothed man who was slowly approaching them. He was the second son of Lin Buhua's third uncle, Lin Zhenbei. He was thirteen years old this year and was slightly younger than Lin Bufan. His cultivation was around the sixth level of Houtian realm and beside him was a group of Houtian fourth or fifth stage disciples, among them, there were two Houtian sixth stage disciples.

When Lin Xiao Jun saw this person, he did not say anything and followed behind Lin Bufan. He knew that a disciple from a branch family would not be of much use in a direct line of battle and might even cause some trouble. Hearing Lin Buhua's words, not only did Lin Buhua not get angry, he said in a daze: "Excuse me, Cousin Buhua, if there's anything I can do for you, I'll be leaving now."

Lin Buhua saw that not only was Lin Buhua not angry, he even called him younger cousin. This made him very angry, as if his fist had landed on cotton. Then, he fiercely said, "Trash, this isn't the past. If it was in the past, I definitely wouldn't dare to speak to you like this.

But now, do you still think you're the young master of some high and mighty general's household? "You are just a piece of trash that cannot practice Zhen Qi. In the future, your highest achievements will only be the 9th Body Refinement Layer, and I will become a Xiantian master. The gap between you and I will get bigger and bigger, and I will forever trample this useless young master under my feet."

Lin Buhua saw that Lin Bufan did not have the slightest intention to ignore him, yet, he did not dare to take action. This was because no matter how useless Lin Bufan was, he was still the son of the Lin Clan's Patriarch.

His mouth could not help but say maliciously, "You are a bastard child, and your mother is a water flower like woman. Otherwise, how could the Patriarch's fame be so great that he would give birth to a useless son like you?

After Lin Bufan heard his words, he stopped in his tracks. Even dragons had reverse scales, let alone Lin Bufan. Lin Bufan's reverse scale was a relative that he acknowledged. Lin Buhua was furious when he heard Lin Baohua say this about his mother. The boss of the underworld in his previous life was revealed once again.

He shouted, "Lin Banghua, you are courting death!"

However, Lin Buhua completely ignored Lin Bufan's words. He laughed in disdain and pointed his finger at Lin Bufan, "You are a bastard …"

But right at this moment, Lin Bufan finally made his move. No one saw when he moved, only to see a figure flash past like a lightning bolt, and before Lin Buhua could stop his cursing, he felt a death fist appear on his back.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Lin Buhua was sent flying like a cannonball and landed heavily on the ground. At this moment, the eyes of the disciples from the branch families next to Lin Buhua were filled with shock and fear.

Blood dripped from the corner of Lin Buhua's mouth, and the bones on his back had been broken into two or three pieces. Lin Buhua's furious attacks were not a joke.

He did not dare to believe that Lin Bufan would dare to attack him, and he was even more unwilling to believe that this trash actually injured him.

The group of disciples from the side branch that were following Lin Buhua quickly regained their senses and helped him stand up. Lin Buhua's eyes were filled with shame and vengeance. He pointed at Lin Buhua and said with difficulty: "Just you wait." You will pay the price for what you did today, trash will always be trash, haha …

Then, under the support of a group of disciples from other branches, they gradually disappeared before Lin Bufan's eyes.

At this time, Lin Xiaojun stepped forward and patted Lin Bufan's shoulder, saying, "You must be careful during this period. Lin Buhua will not let you off easily."

Lin Bufan coldly shouted, "I'll deal with them with force, I'll deal with them with water. There's nothing to be afraid of, don't tell me they dare to kill me."