Chapter 520: Chapter 520

Mie Sheng has arrived.

As the Young Master of the Tiangang Organization, he possessed overwhelming strength, with a cultivation base at the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. Among the prodigies of the Immortal Realm, he was undoubtedly at the very top. In his eyes, those praised prodigies were nothing but trash.

One sword strike was all it took to take their heads. Believe it or not.

"Welcome, Young Master."

The four assassins greeted him respectfully and reverently. They greatly admired their Young Master, not only for his astounding strength at such a young age, but for what they believed to be unparalleled talent.

If it weren’t for their Young Master’s disdain for ostentation...

How many of the so-called prodigies of this world could stand against him?

Even the Heavenly Court Young Emperor was no exception.

Lin Fan and his companions saw the Young Master approaching from afar.

He seemed a bit familiar.

No, not just familiar—they actually knew him.

When Lin Fan saw Mie Sheng, he let out a curious exclamation.

Mie Sheng, typically stoic, also revealed a rare expression of surprise when he spotted Lin Fan.

The memory came flooding back to him.

Back then, he had been beaten senseless by Lin Fan. Completely outmatched, he’d fled as fast as he could to escape.

"What a coincidence. Long time no see," Lin Fan said with a grin. He hadn’t expected to run into someone familiar. At first, he was worried about who might show up—what if it was someone overwhelmingly powerful? But now...

He let out a light breath of relief. Oh, it’s just him. No need for so much concern.

Mie Sheng didn’t respond. He simply stared at Lin Fan with an odd look, as if saying, "Are you kidding me? What kind of luck is this, running into you again?"

You’ve got to be joking.

That previous fight had left a deep impression on him, one he couldn’t forget. He had always believed himself to be the pinnacle among all young prodigies—until he met Lin Fan, who shattered that delusion.

The four assassins standing behind their Young Master, hidden behind their masks, were utterly perplexed.

Did their Young Master... know these people?

"Indeed, after parting ways back then, I thought we’d never meet again. Who knew we’d run into each other here?"

"What do you think this is—destiny or delivering oneself into a trap?"

Mie Sheng spoke slowly, his tone calm and devoid of emotion, betraying none of his inner turmoil.

There was no other choice.

His subordinates were here, and as Young Master, he did have an image to uphold. How could he admit that he’d been utterly humiliated in the past and had fled for his life? If they found out, where would he put his dignity?

He now needed to act tough—anything to avoid showing a shred of weakness or hinting at his previous defeat.

Waving dismissively, he ordered the four assassins to leave and wait for him at a distance.

With those four lackeys around, there were some things he simply couldn’t say openly.

The assassins, brimming with confidence in their Young Master, couldn’t see any scenario where this mission might fail. Their target could grow wings and still not escape—you could bet they’d die miserably.

"Yes, sir," they replied, speeding off into the distance without uttering a warning to "be careful." After all, that would be an insult to the Young Master’s capability.

Now, Mie Sheng’s expression turned slightly serious. "I didn’t expect you to come to the Southern Ridge, and even more than that, that it’d be you deceiving the Tiangang Organization."

Qin Yang, knowing full well that he wasn’t a match for Mie Sheng, stood unwaveringly. With Brother Lin here, he felt no fear.

"Last time, you got your ass handed to you by my Brother Lin, and now, you’ve come looking for him again? What’s your deal—got a death wish?"

Qin Yang didn’t bother giving him face, blatantly provoking him without restraint.

Make Qin Yang fight Mie Sheng?

He’d much rather lie down and admit defeat upfront. But with Lin Fan—his personal guardian deity—around, he feared no one under the heavens.

Mie Sheng was fuming, but everything Qin Yang said was true. He indeed had been thoroughly beaten before.

The thought didn’t even cross his mind. It hadn’t been long since their last encounter, and his strength hadn’t improved significantly. Even if they fought again now, the outcome would undoubtedly be the same.

"Qin Yang, watch your tone," Lin Fan interjected, clasping his fists in a polite salute. "Mie Sheng, my friend, I hadn’t expected you to be the Young Master of Tiangang Organization. A thousand pardons for any slight."

Lin Fan was aiming for a productive negotiation, particularly one that could resolve the matter involving Xiang Fei. As for killing Mie Sheng, that wasn’t really necessary yet.

Though Mie Sheng was weaker than him...

The Tiangang Organization was a truly terrifying force. Their assassination and tracking skills were exceptionally sharp. Stirring up unnecessary trouble could bring disaster, especially if he ended up being pursued by their specialists.

"It seems that even battles can lead to friendship," Mie Sheng remarked.

"Exactly, making friends through combat," Lin Fan replied. "Back when we fought, I could already see that you were extraordinary—one of the finest among prodigies." Chapters first released on N0velFire.ɴet

"Ever since then, I’ve often thought about you. I didn’t expect fate would bring us together again so soon."

Their conversation was surprisingly harmonious, as if they bore no grudges at all.

Standing to the side, Xiang Fei noticed Qin Yang preparing to speak up again and shook his head to signal him to calm down. With Qin Yang’s talkative nature, he worried that one day—should they not be around—Qin Yang might get himself beaten to death.

He understood that Lin Fan was trying to negotiate.

It was all for his sake.

"Fate is truly peculiar," Mie Sheng stated. "I used to believe that none among the younger generation of the Immortal Realm could compare to me. But after meeting you, my perspective changed."

"Hahaha..." Lin Fan laughed heartily.

Then, he stepped forward, extending his hand.

Mie Sheng didn’t think twice, extending his hand as well. "Alright, let’s be friends."

Standing that close to Mie Sheng, if Lin Fan really wanted to suppress him—it’d be effortless. Back then, before he even reached the Daluo Golden Immortal stage, he had already defeated Mie Sheng.

Now, with his immense growth...

Crushing Mie Sheng would be a trivial matter.

He had reached a new realm of strength quickly—facing even Immortal Monarchs and Immortal Kings wouldn’t faze him.

Mie Sheng understood this as well.

When Lin Fan approached him now, he didn’t retreat an inch.

He knew it wasn’t necessary.

From the moment they first fought, Lin Fan had given him an overwhelming sense of danger.

And now, that feeling had intensified—from dangerous to utterly insurmountable.

He’d become stronger.

Lin Fan gestured towards Xiang Fei. "That man is my brother. You know that, right?"

"I do," Mie Sheng responded.

"Back then, someone had issued a Killing Order on him through the Tiangang Organization. When the first wave of assassins came, I didn’t kill them. Instead, I told a little white lie to spare everyone trouble. They believed me."

"All I want is for the Tiangang Organization to be friendly. You understand, don’t you?"

Lin Fan explained sincerely, confident that Mie Sheng would grasp the point.

"Yes, I understand," Mie Sheng replied.

His mind raced with thoughts.

How could he not understand?

He firmly believed that if he attempted to kill Lin Fan and his group now, one thing was guaranteed—he’d wind up dead instead.

That much was certain.

"So, you get my meaning," Lin Fan said, his tone indirect yet perfectly clear. Anyone with half a brain would catch on.

Mie Sheng fell silent.

Of course, he understood.

It was obvious that Lin Fan wanted him to lift Xiang Fei’s Killing Order.

But that wasn’t an easy task. The Tiangang Organization’s reputation across the Immortal Realm rested on an unblemished record of success.

Lin Fan noticed Mie Sheng’s hesitation and asked curiously, "Is it difficult?"

"Yes, it’s difficult," Mie Sheng admitted. "Breaking trust like that would greatly impact the organization. However, there’s always a way to resolve things—it just takes some thought."

Xiang Fei knew how inflexible the Tiangang Organization was. Asking them to cancel a Killing Order was no small feat.

For an established assassination organization like theirs...

Their lifeblood was their success rate.

Even a single failure would leave a permanent scar on their legacy—something that’d take centuries to mend and forever tarnish their reputation.

And the client who issued the order? They’d certainly talk about it.

At that point, public trust in the organization would start to wane—a devastating consequence.

"Correct, there’s always a way," Lin Fan agreed casually.

He wasn’t in a rush; negotiation was preferable. If negotiations fell through, he’d consider other options.

Mie Sheng broke the silence. "But I do have an immature idea—perhaps it could solve this."

"What’s the idea?" Lin Fan asked.

With a serious expression, Mie Sheng explained, "If the mission can’t be completed, then we could simply remove the client. Solve the person who issued the order, and the task itself will cease to exist. No one would know whether it had succeeded or failed."

"What do you think of this immature idea? Does it seem feasible, or is it a bit unrealistic?"

He had no idea just how shocking his "immature" suggestion was.

Lin Fan and the others were stunned.

Lin Fan began to applaud, impressed. "It’s a very mature idea."

Even Qin Yang was dumbfounded. What kind of ruthlessness was this? The logic went: If you can’t solve the problem, just solve the one who caused it in the first place.

"Really? If it’s mature, then it can be implemented," Mie Sheng said. "Alright, let’s end things here for today. I should take my men back. I’ll make arrangements for this matter."

He wanted to leave this place—it was stupidity to challenge someone you knew you couldn’t beat.

"Farewell, everyone," he said, turning to leave.

"Wait a moment," Lin Fan stopped him, smiling. "Why rush off so quickly? Something doesn’t need to involve others—it’s not even a big deal."

"Besides, bothering someone else isn’t very polite."

"Since we’re all here, why don’t we handle it ourselves?"

There was no way Lin Fan was letting Mie Sheng leave.

Who knew what this guy might try?

Since they were all here, it’d be better to go together and take care of the client personally—far more straightforward than relying on anyone else.

Mie Sheng looked at Lin Fan, his mind spinning with countless thoughts.

Lin Fan patted Mie Sheng on the shoulder. "What’s there to hesitate about? Let’s settle it now. You already know who the client is, so let’s go find him."

"No time like the present—why wait? Let’s move."