?Mobile reading Lin Caiwei looked at the thirty bottles of pills before her and asked, "Are you really going to give these to Lin Er? After all, all these pills were made from herbs gathered in the small cauldron—don't you think it's a pity to give them away?" Qin Feng smiled and said, "What's the saying? 'You can't catch a wolf without having your child.' Without offering these pills, how could you convince your rather indifferent uncle to help me? Besides, from the results of the last two encounters, it seems clear that he's no match for the mutated beast people. Whether he can actually hold onto these pills or not remains to be seen." Lin Nü shrugged, "You're truly a shrewd businessman—just with a few words, you've managed to convince Lin Er to serve as a laborer, one who doesn't even get paid!" Qin, thinking to himself, how could he expect anything different since he was related to the Lin family? If it were anyone else, he'd treat them quite differently. Eight Zero E-book Isabel reported back that Lin Er had now found the mutated beast people for the third time. No doubt, Uncle Er has a solid knack for finding people—this is no surprise, given the well-known principle that "a good reward brings out courage." The saying goes that "a matter doesn't go beyond three attempts," so Qin the young man felt it necessary to visit personally, to prevent the enemy from slipping away unimpeded. Lin the beautiful lady also wanted to go, and ultimately succeeded through her endearing charm. The two of them took off on their flying swords, heading southeast under the cover of night. Outside the campus walls, Lin Er's second brother single-handedly controlled a sword technique, directing a flying sword glowing with red light to attack a European man dressed in black. This man, named Gris, was Chris's twin brother. Both had been initially chosen as personal attendants to the Blood Saint. Because Gris's body could withstand a higher level of genetic transformation, he had remained in the incubation chamber for a long time. It wasn't until both his brother and the Blood Saint were killed that he came to China to avenge their deaths. Chris only received the gene of the gorilla, while he himself absorbed genes from three different animal species and achieved perfect integration with his original body cells. Not only could he transform at will, but he carried gene toxins throughout his entire body. Learning from the previous two encounters, Lin Er refused to engage him directly, instead relying on his flying swords to gradually wear down the opponent. Qin Feng and Lin Caiwei remained at a distance of over two hundred meters, each holding a telescope. Qin, observing carefully, remarked, "Caiwei, the enemy is showing no pressure at all—without even transforming, he successfully blocked your uncle's flying sword attacks. Do you think Lin Er can hold his own?" Lin, the beautiful woman, replied, "I also find his tactics overly conservative. If this continues, even by morning, it's unlikely they'll reach a decisive outcome." "Lin Er truly disappoints me. It seems he'll be unable to secure the elixirs or the talismans now." He said with a cheerful smile. Suddenly, Gris suddenly extended his right hand. During this brief movement, his human hand transformed into a tiger's paw marked with yellow and black stripes, each sharp claw over two inches long, glowing with an eerie light. When... Gris slammed his paw onto the flying sword, sending it crashing downward—about to make contact with the ground. Lin Er two quickly stabilized it, guiding it to rise upward. When... squeak, squeak... Gris had evidently anticipated the sword's trajectory. His tiger paw grasped the sword's shaft precisely, shaking it vigorously before slamming it hard into a stone block on the ground. Sparks erupted, and the red glow on the sword dimmed immediately. Pffft... Lin Er felt a heavy blow to his chest, gasping as he expelled a stream of blood. The sword, deeply connected to its master, suffered damage when the sword was harmed, and the master would feel the injury as well. "Hah! Hah! Hah! Even the Daoist cultivators from the Chinese heartland aren't that impressive." "Griss, speaking in a somewhat non-standard Chinese dialect, said, 'In the two previous encounters, you managed to escape by sheer luck. Today, you will surely meet your end!' Lin Erii was deeply startled. Though he had suffered setbacks in the past two instances, he had remained largely unharmed—this time, however, the blow was truly severe. After spitting out blood, his chest felt unbalanced in qi and blood flow, with several meridians already damaged. 'Westerner, don't act so confident,' Lin Erii replied, preparing to make a swift retreat. 'After all, I've already escaped twice—there's nothing shameful about that!' 'You still intend to flee? That's just dreaming,' Griss said, pushing off with both legs, leaping high into the air and then forcefully stepping down onto the sword that had finally lifted off the ground. *Pffft!* Lin Erii expelled another stream of blood. The sword, now severely deformed, had lost all its red glow and was no longer capable of serving as a magical artifact. Lin the Young Woman was astonished: 'To so easily destroy a cultivator's flying sword—how incredibly impressive!' Qin Da also felt his heart pounding. It was clear that Lin Er's flying sword was stronger than his lightweight steel blade—this man couldn't even hold on, so what chance would Li Gong have? Lin Er's intention to ride the flying sword and escape had been spotted from the very beginning; it wasn't surprising, since he had done exactly that twice before. Gris arched his back and instantly transformed into a poised, ready-to-pounce leopard, then spoke in human voice: "Odd-looking fellow, today is your last day—your chance to stand up for Qin Feng is entirely your own fault!" With that, he stepped back and launched himself toward Lin Er. Though Lin Er tried his best to dodge, he was still caught squarely. The protective layer of spiritual energy surrounding him soon broke, and Gris's sharp claws lacerated several deep wounds across his abdomen. Qin Da leapt out from his hiding place and said, "It's our turn now. If your unfortunate uncle dies right here, Old Lin Fenglei won't let it go unpunished!" "We'll attack from both sides." "Lin, the beautiful one, also stepped forward. Two flying swords struck Glis's back almost simultaneously, and he cried out in pain, releasing Lin Er. Lin Er had barely escaped death, his abdominal wound severe enough that his intestines were nearly spilling out. Using both hands and feet, he managed to crawl to a spot he thought safe, cursing, 'Foreigner! If I hadn't decided not to kill you, I wouldn't have been Lin at all!' This man had only his stubbornness left. Had it not been for Qin Feng and Lin Caiwei arriving in time, his physical body would have been lost. Even if he managed to successfully transfer his consciousness into another body, his strength would have been significantly compromised. Glis's back bore two deep wounds, visible right through to the bone, yet they were healing at an astonishing pace. As he resumed his human form, he studied the two with sharp eyes, finally settling on Qin Feng, and said coldly, 'After all these years in the Chinese realm, I finally meet you!' "Qin Dashi shrugged and said, 'In fact, I've been looking for you all along—it's just that you've been avoiding me. Your appearance reminds me of one person I killed. That man was a rather clumsy gorilla. You must have met him, right?' Gris bit his teeth and said, 'That was my brother. I'm going to tear you to pieces to avenge him!'"