allendalepharm Chapter 205 Lord Dongjun
Chapter 205 Lord Dongjun
He had already taken the Hundred Poisons Pill, so this Soul-Capturing Powder was nothing more than a grain of salt to him. He lowered his head and chewed heartily, his cheeks bulging, eating without hesitation.
But the little beggar just held the fish tail, yawning, and didn't bite. Lin Tian's eyelids twitched—even a starving stray dog would pounce on meat, yet a beggar child was afraid of being burned? Ha, if he was afraid of being burned, he should at least be afraid of starving to death.
Seeing that Lin Tian was enjoying his meal, he tentatively took a small bite. Although Lin Tian gave him what was called "fish tail," it actually had a hidden trick—it was the fattest and most tender part of the fish's belly, with only the outer skin thinned to deceive him.
The little beggar chewed a couple of times, his eyes suddenly lighting up; he took three more bites and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so delicious!"
Lin Tian suddenly stopped eating and pushed his own portion over, saying, "Take it. It's not easy for someone so young to be out there making a living."
"Big brother, you're so kind!"
Lin Tian watched him devour his food, a warm smile appearing on his lips. He slowly stood up and said, "Eat slowly, there's no rush."
Before he could finish speaking, the little beggar was licking the crumbs off his fingertips when he suddenly sensed something was wrong. He looked up and saw Lin Tian looking down at him, his smile undiminished, but his eyes as cold as frosty well water.
If Han Fei and Zhang Liang were here, they would feel a chill run down their spines: this smile was Lin Tian's usual demeanor before setting a trap.
"Big brother, you..."
His voice trailed off abruptly. His pupils dilated suddenly, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, without even having time to struggle.
"Big brother? Want to try 'Big Mouth'?"
Lin Tian, too lazy to waste words, grabbed the little beggar, dragged him to the thick old locust tree, and quickly tied him up securely. Then he searched him thoroughly, inside and out, even lifting up the soles of his shoes—but found nothing, not a single clue.
Lin Tian frowned as he stared at that thin body, wondering to himself: Strange, his pockets are even cleaner than his face?
With a crisp "snap," a clear echo was heard from the fingertip, and the little beggar suddenly opened his eyelids—but his eyes were like glass covered with a layer of gray film, empty and blank, as if most of his soul had been taken away, leaving only a stiff shell.
Lin Tian's lips curled into a slight smile as he leaned closer and pressed, "Tell me your name. Who exactly are you?"
The little beggar's throat bobbed, his breath barely audible, and he uttered only two words: "Dongjun."
Dongjun? Lin Tian's pupils contracted, and he quickly went through the list of the Hundred Schools of Thought in his mind—there was no such person at all!
Upon closer inspection, the two characters "Dongjun" clearly carry the unique ancient charm and revered aura of the Yin-Yang School! Could this disheveled little beggar actually be a member of the Yin-Yang School?!
Donghuang Taiyi... Dongjun...
His brows furrowed suddenly, and his fingertips unconsciously dug into his palms—this name had absolutely no connection to the person in front of him.
Wait a minute... Yan Fei, isn't that Dong Jun from the Yin Yang School?!
Something's not right! The character development is completely messed up!
Lin Tian stared intently at that dirty little face, his gaze seemingly burning through its skin. Even with Einstein's brain, he couldn't piece together the logical connection between "Yan Fei" and "the little beggar curled up in the corner eating mud."
Could it be... that Yan Dan has this kind of fetish? Or has the timeline quietly slipped up?!
He shook his head violently, banishing the absurd thought.
The next second, Lin Tian squatted down, reached out and pressed his hand under the little beggar's waistband through his clothes—what his fingertips touched was a smooth, mirror-like void.
He paused, gritted his teeth, and touched it again!
His hand jerked back as if burned, his face instantly tensed, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably: What's going on?!
There wasn't even a single clam, let alone a bird.
"The Yin-Yang School excels in illusionary arts and understands the transformations of life, death, yin, and yang. Back then, the Grand Master of Fate injured Yan Dan, the leader of the Mohist School, by using 'Shape Change,' and then cast the Six Soul Terror Curse without anyone noticing..."
Lin Tian circled around in place, muttering to himself, "Could it be that Yan Fei used the 'Transformation Technique' to shrink herself into this form? Hmm... very likely! In the Yin Yang School, she was already a top expert, second only to Donghuang Taiyi."
He turned abruptly, his gaze sharp as a nail, piercing the little beggar's eyes: "You've manipulated Yin and Yang? Is this appearance real or fake?"
"It moved. No."
The voice was flat and emotionless, like a rusty copper bell ringing – yet it precisely untied the knot in Lin Tian's heart.
Lin Tian immediately ordered, "Then change back."
Five minutes passed, the air was still, and not a single speck of dust drifted away.
He squatted down again, pinched the little beggar's cheeks with his fingers and rubbed them, then slapped them three times on each side.
Finally, he covered his forehead and groaned softly, "Holy crap! Why is it still like this? Come on, change already!!"
The little beggar lowered his eyes, remaining motionless and silent, not even his eyelashes trembling.
Lin Tian sighed deeply, resigning himself to his fate: In his current state, Yan Fei probably couldn't even use a single finger to activate Yin-Yang Technique.
He pondered for a moment—if she had been sent by Yan Dan, she should have struck the instant she got close. The most ruthless aspect of the Six Souls Curse is its silent and penetrating nature. With Yan Fei's skill, it would be even more poisonous, accurate, and ruthless than that of the Great Master of Fate.
Therefore, she didn't want to kill herself.
What about Yan Dan? Was he tired of living, or was he determined not to return to Yan?
Lin Tian shook his head and smiled: It's probably a test. She came only to find out his background.
Since there's no intention to kill, they're not mortal enemies. Nor are they allies, but they can still negotiate.
He raised his hand, lightly touched the little beggar's brow with his index finger, and released a little spiritual energy—the soul-capturing powder that had been lingering for more than an hour melted away quietly, like thin ice meeting the sun.
The little beggar's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes. He found his hands were bound, and he panicked. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he stared at Lin Tian with fear and wariness, just like a frightened kitten.
Lin Tian thought to himself, "Women, they never use scripts when they're acting."
He was no stranger to Yan Fei—outwardly cold and aloof, but inwardly hard-hearted and ruthless, her methods chilling to the bone. The Six-Fingered Black Knight of the Mo Clan had fallen at her hands. Only towards Yan Dan and her own daughter would she lay down her sword and offer her true heart.
Lin Tian dared not be arrogant towards such a person.
He still harbors some apprehension about the unpredictable techniques of the Yin-Yang School.
"Big brother, why did you tie me up?" the little beggar asked timidly.
"Stop!" Lin Tian waved his hand, his tone tinged with helplessness. "Don't call me big brother—in terms of seniority, you're probably old enough to be my great-grandmother. That title makes it sound like you're the baby or a little kid."
Lin Tian looked down from his vantage point, a slight smile playing on his lips, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed on the bound beggar boy. He especially caught the fleeting look of astonishment in the boy's eyes—a look that, like a flame licking dry wood, instantly ignited the smugness in his heart.
Does a Yin-Yang Master, the future Yanfei who will control fireworks, really think that disguise is child's play? Does he really think that a few tricks can fool everyone?
That's underestimating them.
"Big brother, what are you saying? I don't understand... I want to go home." The little beggar lowered his eyes, his voice soft and sweet, like a tender bud wilted by the rain.
"Keep acting!" Lin Tian sneered. "The dignified Lord Dongjun, you're quite the actor—let's see how long you can keep up the act!"