Chapter 207 (1/2)

A great disaster was impending?

Lin Xun felt stunned, put down the chopsticks and asked with surprise, “Elder Brother Chu, what do you mean?”

He didn’t feel surprised that Chu Feng could find out where he lived. After all, Chu Feng became the chief director of the Commune of Spiritual Tattooists with his real capabilities.

Chu Feng was originally anxious, and then his pupils shrank immediately as he saw Shue Jin drink the liquor beside Lin Xun. A hint of reverence grew in his heart when he thought of the stories about Shue Jin reported by Elder Diao and the others.

Chu Feng took a deep breath and said to Lin Xun with a bitter smile, “Little brother, have you gone out?”

Lin Xun said blankly, “I just came back from Mist College this morning.”

Chu Feng completely realized upon seeing Lin’s look that Lin didn’t know the present situation in which he was.

Chu Feng thereby stopped talking nonsense and directly told him all the news that had already caused a great sensation in Mist City today.

Lin Xun’s face became rather grave during this process with rays of cold light surging in his black eyes.

“I’m quite sure that 13 forces including the Clan of Yuan, Azure-light Pavilion, the Clan of Zheng, and the Clan of Zhou, will attack you.”

Chu Feng looked grave, “Do you understand now?”

Lin Xun nodded, but deep down, he was quite confused, “I’ve predicted some troubles after I defeated Yuan Shu and Qi Yunxiao. But they have collected so many people to attack me, which seems that they think too highly of me.”

Chu Feng cleared his doubts, “You don’t get it. Those noble juniors can be beaten and even killed by anyone but a person born poor, which is the bottom line of the noble. Once such an incident takes place, it means that their status and dignity are challenged, which was a case that they can’t let happen.”

He continued with concerns after a pause, “I doubt that they acted so wildly and mobilized so many forces because they want to kill you to warn the poor juniors!”

Lin Xun said with surprise, “Has the conflict between the noble and the lower class become so serious?”

Shue Jin beside him said suddenly at the moment, “It’s even worse than you thought.”

At the moment, a hint of reminiscence emerged on his rough and slightly drunken face. He then told a story with a complicated expression.

A murder took place in a restaurant in the Forbidden City, the capital of the empire in winter 137 years ago.

A playboy whose clan had already been on the wane drank a lot in a restaurant. Out of the blue, the daughter of the restaurant’s owner caught his fancy and he took her away by force.

The beautiful 13-year-old girl was abused to death that night!

The restaurant’s owner attempted to seek justice for his daughter after what had happened. As a result, the family of more than 10 people including himself and his wife was murdered with their bodies left undiscovered.

The restaurant’s owner and his family members were born poor, so the playboys took some measures to cover this incident up. However, a practitioner overheard that and killed the playboy that day with his sword, which made many people applaud for him. He was also depicted as a man of seeking justice for the poor and bearing a mien of ancient swordsman.

It never occurred to everyone that the incident would result in a bloody storm!

The practitioner named Ren Changyuan was killed by Wen Zhongqing, the famous “Blood-slaughterer General” in the Forbidden City of the empire at that time, in person the next day.

The same day, ten aristocratic families in the Forbidden City worked together with Wen Zhongqing launched a ten-day hunt-down action against those poor practitioners in the city in the name of clearing up the internal troubles.

The ten days witnessed that thousands of practitioners of poor origin were indifferently slaughtered every day, leaving their blood staining the ground dark red. Such a bloody suppression shocked the entire empire and made everyone feel himself imperiled.

Not until the current emperor personally intervened in it later did this large-scale bloody massacre stop.

The ten days was were also called “Bloody Ten Days”.

After this, Blood-slaughterer General Wen Zhongqin remained unscathed except that he was stripped of his general rank and banished to the northwestern border.

Besides, the aristocratic families involving in the slaughter just paid a small price.

However, the numberless poor practitioners who were killed became a bloody warning given by the noble forces to those practitioners of poor origin, and this event had far-reaching effects on the national situation.

Few people mentioned the “Bloody Ten Days” event now. But those who knew what had happened that year clearly learned that the noble forces would do everything they could against those of poor origin to safeguard their own status and power.

Shue Jin looked at Lin Xun and asked after finishing telling the story, “Ren Changyuan of poor origin caused the tragedy of Bloody Ten Days because he killed a playboy with a declining family. What do you think of this?”

Lin Xun couldn’t remain calm anymore. He had never thought that the conflict between the noble and the lower class had become so serious.

He said after a while, “Thus, is the situation I’m in similar to that of Ren Changyuan that year?”

Shue Jin smiled noncommittally.

Chu Feng beside him said with a nod, “Yes, it is. But, you’re different from Ren at least in the status. You’ve become a spiritual tattooist of the Commune of Spiritual Tattooists.”

Speaking of which, Chu Feng felt a little embarrassed, “For the time being, this status of you is only known to a few of us, so it can’t help you much.”