Dr. Wen Jr. flew into a rage, face twisted with fury. The moment he spoke, four inner-strength experts immediately strode over from the crowd.
They glared menacingly, locking their eyes on Evan Lin and his group.
Byron Liu opened his mouth, throat dry. The aura of these inner-strength experts was even more savage than the outer-strength peak fighters—they could break metal and stone with their bare hands.
These four inner-strength experts together were even stronger than the eleven outer-strength peak guys from yesterday!
“Wait—Dr. Wen Jr., let’s talk this out! I’ll buy, I’ll buy, okay?” Byron Liu pleaded, face miserable as he scrambled for his bank card.
“Buy? Sure! But the price just went up—two million!” Dr. Wen Jr. sneered, pushing his luck.
After hearing this, Leo Liu and Byron Liu felt a heavy blow in their hearts.
Most eyes in the crowd, though, were fixed on Evan Lin, seeing his fearless expression and thinking this guy was unbelievably bold.
“These are inner-strength experts. That acupoint technique he used yesterday won’t work—inner-strength experts can use their inner strength to forcefully unblock their acupoints. Maybe he doesn’t know that?”
“I think he’s just fearless, or maybe he’s confident he can escape from these four. After all, the way he handled those ten outer-strength peak fighters yesterday—his speed was insane, not something normal people can match. If he runs, nobody can catch him.”
A lot of people wondered what trump card the teenager could possibly have when surrounded by four inner-strength experts.
Nobody believed that a skinny-looking kid like him could actually go toe-to-toe with four inner-strength experts. That’d be pure fantasy.
“So, are you buying or not?”
Dr. Wen Jr. signaled with his eyes, and the four inner-strength experts started closing in.
They were confident—dealing with these few people would be quick and easy.
“That’s... that’s the Miracle Hand Pavilion of the Miracle Hand Sect; only those participating in the Jinnan Alchemy Conference may enter...”
Over there stood a tall wooden building, three stories high, built against a massive ancient tree. There was a guarded entrance at the base.
“What’s that place over there?”
Evan Lin ignored the four inner-strength experts closing in and asked the question out loud.
Just a moment ago, Evan Lin had sensed a strange aura coming from that spot.
“That place has nothing to do with you! Who do you think you are?”
Dr. Wen Jr. was stunned for a moment, then his face twisted into a vicious scowl.
In the middle of this standoff, the kid actually had time to look somewhere else! He clearly didn’t take Dr. Wen Jr. seriously at all!
“Get him!”
Dr. Wen Jr. roared, not caring about anything else.
Everyone saw the four inner-strength experts, at Dr. Wen Jr.'s command, erupt with energy and charge at Evan Lin from four directions in an instant.
Four sides, four fists from four inner-strength experts!
“That’s it, we’re doomed!”
Byron Liu’s heart skipped a beat, feeling utterly miserable—he cursed Evan Lin for getting him into this mess.
This kid must be crazy! Putting on airs in front of four inner-strength experts—seriously?
Leo Liu, who was closest to Evan Lin, found himself targeted by one of the fists. His legs went weak, face pale, nearly forced to the ground by the pressure of the incoming punch.
“Break.”
Suddenly, everyone heard a quiet voice ring out.
The voice was calm and detached, coming from the besieged youth, yet it sounded almost celestial.
The next second—
Boom!
The four inner-strength experts were sent flying, without warning, right before everyone’s eyes.
And the youth standing at the center of the four fists remained unmoved, completely calm.
His clothes didn’t have a speck of dust, and there wasn’t the slightest sign of battle on him.
Only his calm eyes turned to the stunned, short Dr. Wen Jr. standing frozen nearby.
“Uh...”
Byron Liu’s face was deathly pale. He’d thought he was done for, but now, miraculously saved, he stared at the four inner-strength experts who’d just been sent flying, mouth dry with shock.
“Did I see that right? How did those four just... suddenly fly off?”
The crowd was full of amazement, nobody could figure out what had just happened in that split second.
Evan Lin stepped forward, reached out with one hand, and grabbed Dr. Wen Jr. by the throat, lifting him off the ground. “Now, can you tell me what that place is?”
“That’s... that’s the Miracle Hand Pavilion, only those participating in the Alchemy Conference can enter...”
Dangling in Evan Lin’s grip, Dr. Wen Jr. kicked wildly, face flushed red with terror.
“Alchemy Conference...”
Evan Lin let go, and Dr. Wen Jr. dropped to the ground, coughing and trembling as he looked up at Evan Lin.
Even four inner-strength experts could be wiped out in an instant!
The strength this youth showed was enough to crush any thought of resistance.
Dr. Wen Jr. looked confident, but in reality, his status in the Miracle Hand Sect was incredibly low.
Only after becoming a second-grade Little Doctor could one actually refine pills and be considered a real member of the sect.
The Miracle Hand Sect is different from other sects—most Doctors and Little Doctors are like wandering hermits, only recognizable by their sect tokens. Many members may never meet each other in their lifetime.
That’s exactly why, after seeing even inner-strength experts lose to Evan Lin, Dr. Wen Jr. immediately chose to run—he might not even get a chance to ask his master for help.
A first-grade Little Doctor is basically just a gofer; only at second grade do you gain real authority and the ability to ask Doctors for backup.
“I’m going to check out that place. Want to come with me?”
Evan Lin was about to head over, but paused and looked at Leo Liu beside him.
Leo Liu was dazed for a long moment before he snapped out of his fear.
“As long as I’m here, nobody can hurt you. In fact, I should thank you for bringing me here.” Evan Lin hesitated, then nodded slightly, giving the still-shaken Leo Liu a rare smile.
Ever since his rebirth, Evan Lin has often felt out of place in this world.
It seems only when facing Joy Zheng and Lucy Lu does his heart truly stir—a bad sign for tempering his Dao heart.
True cultivation is about following your heart, being spontaneous and natural—not stubbornly shutting yourself off from everyone.
Otherwise, the path of immortality is just too lonely.
In his previous life as the Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord, he always rode west when everyone else went north—alone at the top. But that kind of Dao heart still failed before the Heavenly Gate.