I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

429. The fifth day without posting, I miss him.

Zhong Si Sao was so frightened that she could barely hold the knife in her hand.

At this moment, constables carrying iron chains, iron rulers, and iron forks slowly approached from not far away.

The crowd quickly made way, wondering if this deity was about to take the heads of the constables.

"I'm reporting this to the authorities!" Li Lin stepped forward and pointed at the two scholars, saying to the constables, "These two are slandering the Guangzhou Assistant Magistrate's Office. I suspect they are anti-Qing and pro-Ming rebels, and are heretics colluding with the White Lotus Society and the Heaven and Earth Society!"

If these two scholars could still speak normally, they would have already berated Master Li mercilessly. However, they could only watch helplessly as their bodies made unfamiliar movements.

"Kangxi, Kangxi, eating chaff and drinking thin gruel; Qianlong, Qianlong, worse than locusts; and that dog, Hongli was nothing more than a dog raised by Yinzhen!"

"You dare to insult the Emperor?!" The constable was shocked that a scholar would dare to insult the Qianlong Emperor to his face, and even go so far as to insult the Yongzheng Emperor, who had been dead for decades. He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. He grabbed the two scholars' shoulders fiercely and shouted, "Guards, take them away!"

Before long, the two men who had been in high positions were gagged with straw and escorted to the yamen by several constables.

In the blink of an eye, only one of the seven or eight constables remained—not to watch the spectacle, but because they had come specifically to deal with Zhong Si Sao's matter. However, dealing with those two madmen was more important at the moment.

"What exactly happened?" The constable stared intently at Li Lin and Zhong Si Sao, who was kneeling on the ground with her child.

"So you know." Young Master Feng felt that his time to shine had come. He stepped forward and shook his clothes. "My family lost a goose, so I had someone bring Zhong Si's son in for questioning. As a result, when questioned, the child kept saying 'eat goose, eat goose.'"

Young Master Feng clapped his hands: "How can a four-year-old lie? I suppose... I suppose he must have misremembered. Perhaps he really didn't eat any goose."

He had originally planned to condemn the Zhong family outright, but then he suddenly remembered that Li Lin was right beside him, and his tone changed completely.

"Huh? Is that so? I also heard that Master Feng had Zhong Si arrested again and beaten him half to death..." Some people in the crowd whispered among themselves. Young Master Feng's face turned red with anger, and he glared fiercely in the direction of the voice.

"Heavens above, Grandfather Beidi! You are so compassionate, please open your eyes and see! This world is no longer allowed to let the poor live!"

With withered eyes, Sister-in-law Zhong listened to the chatter and embellishments of others. Suddenly, she snapped, grabbed a kitchen knife, and said, "My husband was arrested and beaten half to death in jail. Now they're saying our son ate goose meat. We can only ask you, sir, to be our witness!"

These words were incoherent and rambling, yet they sent a chill down everyone's spine. Before anyone could stop them, they saw Sister Zhong slam her child to the ground and raise a kitchen knife to chop into the child's stomach!

"Oh!"

This scene shocked everyone, and only Li Lin, without saying a word, kicked the unfortunate child several meters away.

The cleaver landed hard on Li Lin's leg with a clang. The force of the impact made Zhong Si's arm go numb, and when she looked again, she saw that there was a dent on the blade of the cleaver!

"What superb skill!" A shout of applause came from the end of the long street, followed by the appearance of a figure in sapphire blue. The figure's gaze was fixed on Li Lin without blinking, and a joyful smile appeared on his face. "It seems that today is my day to make a fortune, Feng Sanfa!"

"Feng San, what are you doing here!" Young Master Feng Er shouted at his martial arts-obsessed younger brother.

"I have no interest in messing around with you. Didn't you hook up with Jia Juren's concubine yesterday?" Feng San was half a head taller than Feng Er, but he didn't even look at Feng Er. He raised his leg and kicked Li Lin's head!

The patriarch of the Feng family, Feng Renying, had three sons. The eldest son, Feng Yiming, was greedy for money; the second son, Feng Erxian, was fond of women and also had a penchant for unorthodox practices; as for the third son, Feng Sanwei... whenever he saw a martial artist, he couldn't resist the urge to fight and wouldn't stop until he had killed them.

It would be one thing to kill someone, but for some reason, Feng Sanwei would first find an excuse that the other person "had a way to die" before he could beat them up, and then he would use every means at his disposal.

What Tang San's alternate world counterpart?

While Li Lin was lost in thought, Feng San's whip kick had already landed on Li Lin's head, and the Third Young Master had a smug sneer on his face—the constables were right next to him, how dare this strange Taoist fight back?

The next instant, Feng San realized that Li Lin was suddenly taller than her.

"Hmm?" Feng San frowned and looked down to find that his legs had been severed at the root, as if they had been cut off by a sharp weapon.

"You all saw it; he did it himself!" Li Lin pressed on relentlessly.

"I saw it! I saw it!" Feng Er immediately stood up and insisted, leaving the bewildered constables still in a state of confusion. After a brief deliberation, the officials chose to remain neutral, since they were all Feng family members anyway.

Young Master Feng, however, showed no brotherly affection whatsoever. Standing to Li Lin's left, he could see clearly that the moment Feng San's whip kick struck Li Lin's forehead, a metallic sheen flashed across Li Lin's head.

Then, as if she had willingly offered her leg to the guillotine, it was cleanly and neatly chopped off.

This is understandable, since Li Lin's head is now the Axe of Terror. Although its appearance is no different from that of an ordinary person, its essence has undergone a complete change.

After sending Feng Er to calm down Feng San, who was feeling emotionally unstable, Li Lin began to deal with Zhong Si Sao's matter.

Li Lin walked up to the child he had kicked several meters away and ran his hand across the child's chest.

A fleeting, dull golden-purple hue appeared, and the child's chest and abdomen seemed to have been slashed open with scissors, revealing blood, flesh, and bones on both sides, like a seashell from which a pearl had been taken.

As Li Lin's various "miraculous" abilities gradually unfolded, he discovered that his secret techniques, even his intangible arts, were rapidly awakening, and their effects were quickly returning to normal.

However, not far away, Sister Zhong was caught in self-doubt—you fucking kicked my son away, but you still have to force open my son's stomach?

The constable and Young Master Feng, who were witnessing this scene for the first time, looked like they had seen a ghost.

So it turns out they didn't encounter traveling scammers, but real deities?

This feeling of suspicion and fear reached its peak when the child looked up and curiously played with his acid-filled stomach.

"Look," Li Lin pointed to the small lumps in the child's stomach, "what kind of meat is this?"

Zhang the beggar mustered his courage and stepped forward. He immediately recognized that it was not goose meat: "This is not goose meat, it is... it is snail meat, it is river snail meat."

"The son of the Zhong family didn't say he wanted to eat goose, he meant snails!"

The Zhong family's injustice was cleared in a terrifying way, but at this point, no one paid much attention to the truth behind the matter.

When Li Lin withdrew his hand, the child's chest and abdomen were completely unharmed. After Sister Zhong hugged him tightly, the crowd that had been in an eerie silence all kowtowed to Li Lin.

"Immortal! Immortal! Living immortal!" Among them, the third young master Feng, whose leg had been cut off, shouted the loudest.

He crawled to Li Lin's side on his hands and feet, crying bitterly, "I was blind and didn't know there was a real god. Please spare me and put my leg back on."

"Immortal! Immortal! Don't let him take it!" Zhang the beggar shouted, his hair standing on end, as if struck by a sudden inspiration. He kowtowed to Li Lin, enduring the murderous glares of the Feng family, "The Feng family are all bad people. I beg you to do justice for the people and take this family of wicked children away!"

"You want to get back on your feet?" Li Lin asked, looking at Feng San, who was kowtowing repeatedly.

"Yes, yes!" Feng San felt she had a chance as soon as she heard this.

"Master, you mustn't, you mustn't!" Perhaps realizing that the immortal had taken pity on them, not only Zhang the beggar but also Sister-in-law Zhong cried out, "The Feng family are all heartless wicked creatures!"

"Shut up, everyone!"

Young Master Feng's gaze was sharp yet subtle. It was true that there was a rift between him and Feng San, but the reputation of the Feng family could not be tarnished.

However, this time few people paid attention to him.

"Grandpa Immortal, I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness..."

A cold sweat beaded on Feng San's eyes, and a hint of resentment rose within them. He had secretly memorized the names of these people, intending to take great revenge on those who sought death in the future.

“But I refuse,” Li Lin said.

"Thank you, Grandpa Immortal... um?" Feng San looked up in surprise, tears and snot smeared on his face, his expression blank.

“My greatest hobby in life is telling self-righteous people like you to refuse,” Li Lin said. “Besides, you’re too reactionary.”

430 No intermissions...

Li Lin ignored the persistent Young Master Feng and turned his gaze to the Second Young Master Feng, who was covered in cold sweat.

Where is your father?

Young Master Feng was struck dumb. He never expected that despite all his flattery and obsequiousness, this deity would still want to kill his father!

The onlookers were even more stiff. Logically speaking, they should have rushed up and arrested the mad Taoist who threatened to wipe out his entire family. But how could a mortal arrest a god?

Let alone arresting Li Lin, what if this deity doesn't like their magistrate's office... and so on.

Cold sweat streamed down the constable's wrinkled forehead—the real person before him, who seemed to be a deity, had clothes and hair that were only from the Ming Dynasty. Naturally, he would not have any goodwill towards the Manchu Qing Dynasty, which had ruled the Central Plains for a hundred years, and his words showed no respect for the emperor.

Could it be that those two scholars who suddenly went mad...? The constable, realizing a certain possibility, suddenly felt his legs go weak and secretly regretted staying here.

Li Lin glanced at him in surprise, wondering what the constable was thinking with his face turning pale and then dark. But one of Li Lin's strengths was that he never thought about things he couldn't understand.

Before long, surrounded by the crowd, Li Lin arrived at the entrance of the Feng residence, and a line of text, shimmering with light, jumped out from the dark green tabletop.

Your presence in the eyes of fate has been elevated.

Li Lin sneered, an arrogant expression appearing on his face.

I've been entangled with fate for 20,000 years, why would I care about this little bit of attention?

But in this tributary of secret history, the slightest relaxation of the suppression of the invisible arts allows the gaze of fate to sweep in...

A dark look gradually appeared in Li Lin's eyes. "Damn it, you dare to scheme against me? I'll twist your head off sooner or later."

He completely forgot that he had unilaterally and decisively defeated fate for two thousand years.

Under the varied gazes of the crowd, Li Lin took two steps forward, put his hands behind his back, and kicked Feng Er, who was carrying Young Master Feng San on his back: "Go open the door."

A look of resentment flashed in Feng Er's eyes. He steeled himself and stepped forward, handing the barely breathing Feng San to the gatekeeper. Ignoring their shocked questions, he gestured for them to open the door and then went to inform Master Feng.

......

At this time, Chen Shoutin, the Assistant Magistrate of Guangzhou, was a guest at Feng's residence.

Foshan Town is known as one of the four great towns in China, with Foshan being the richest. It is full of wealthy merchants from all over the country. The local gentry also take a cut of the profits. Under the guise of militia, they formed guilds. Whether it was a merchant group from the south or the north, or a martial arts practitioner who practiced martial arts and sold his skills, they had to pay their respects when they came to Foshan. This situation was neither entirely black nor entirely white.

With these local gentry leading the way, the number of people in Foshan town who engage in child prostitution, staged accidents, swindlers, and honey traps is endless. They're only missing a few human flesh bun sellers, otherwise they could form a whole Liangshan Marsh.

In such a place, how could a single seventh-rank magistrate of Nanhai County manage it? Therefore, starting from the Yongzheng era, a fifth-rank assistant magistrate of Guangzhou was added, and his office was set up in Foshan.

The current Guangzhou Tongzhi, Chen Shoutin, was a genuine second-class Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations). His great-grandfather surrendered to the Manchus when the city gates were opened during the Manchu conquest of China, and his grandfather retired as Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites during the Yongzheng reign.

Given his family background and his official career through the imperial examination system, Chen Shoutin should have had a smooth and successful official career. If this had happened during the Ming Dynasty, this Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination) would have first served as a respected and upright official, and then continued his career as a government official in the capital.

However, in the Qing Dynasty, apart from Emperor Yongzheng, an Aisin Gioro outcast with Han Chinese characteristics at heart, which emperor didn't keep a close watch on these Han officials who wore the money-tailed rat? Even if there was a role model like Sun Zhixie who took the initiative to shave his head and change his clothes, he would never allow these Han officials to call themselves slaves.

They have completely controlled the Manchu-Han divide.