Corpse Recovery Diver
Chapter 553 - 102

Chapter 553: Chapter 102

"In this world, it’s never about who has the bigger fists, who’s right.

But fists can smash others’ mouths, leaving only you speaking, even if your voice is small, it still rings loud."

An old man and a middle-aged man passed through the small courtyard gate, continuing forward on their journey.

*No words were needed, no notification, no gesture*, the two walked out of the school’s residential area, passed the cafeteria, crossed the playground, and only stopped after leaving the school gates.

Lin Fu’an looked at his disciple, Chen Shoumen looked at his master.

Though they were not related by blood, their master-disciple bond surpassed that of father and son, yet their rapport was deeper than it had ever been.

*Chen Shoumen murmured, "Qin Li."

*Lin Fu’an silently replied, "Dragon King."

Chen Shoumen had personally witnessed that man, who was fiddling with flower arrangements, bleed a hundred-meter corpse centipede at the mouth of the Long River.

The blood, mixed red, black, yellow, and purple, splashed on both banks. Today, a vibrant Riverside Park stands where it once flowed.

At that time, Chen Shoumen was young, in his spirited and fiery days, yet he witnessed a true sun.

When the large corpse centipede appeared, its terrifying oppression and dense corpse energy made his body tremble involuntarily, and he couldn’t even open his vertical pupils.

The only thing to be proud of was that while struggling to overcome his instinctive fear, he did not actually retreat, remembering the mission of the officials.

Then, he saw a peer, covered in circulating talismans, rush out from beneath the river, punching the corpse centipede onto the shore.

At that moment, he realized the terrifying demon that had scared him upon appearing, was actually chased out from the river bottom by a person.

*Did he feel defeated? Actually, not at all.*

*As long as the gap is big enough, you won’t even think about comparing.*

The other person hadn’t performed divination, wasn’t possessed by a Yin God, nor had he summoned any regional sect’s descended spirits. He simply relied on his brute strength to render this demonic entity powerless.

With joints breaking apart and body sections collapsing, the valley-piercing wails were merely background music under his fists and feet.

Later, Chen Shoumen tried to gather as much information about that person as he could and learned that his name was Qin Li, a member of the Qin family, the first River Crossing Man of the Qin family in recent times.

Then he heard the news, that person failed the River Crossing, vanished ever since, and his fate was unknown.

Chen Shoumen couldn’t understand how difficult the River Crossing really was, that even such a person couldn’t succeed.

Yet, ever since then, his proud heart began to quiet down each time his master, Lin Fu’an, talked to his grandson, his own apprentice, about the Dragon King family’s stories, as he stood by, listening quietly.

Whenever young Ah You asked who was stronger, the Dragon King family or the officials, Master Chen Shoumen would stay silent, leaving Lin Fu’an to advise:

"They all uphold the Righteous path and are like-minded, it’s not right to compare rankings."

Lin Fu’an would also add:

"But remember, they have a long-standing legacy, and if you ever meet members of the Dragon King family, Ah You, you must show them respect."

*Chen Shoumen never expected the shadow that once shook his youth would suddenly crash into his middle years so abruptly.*

As he passed the courtyard gate, he thought of the corpse centipede from back then. The centipede being beaten apart in his memories now seemed to become himself.

Lin Fu’an didn’t know Qin Li, though he had heard of the experience from his temple-returned disciple.

Unfortunately, Chen Shoumen couldn’t draw.

Yet, as the old official, even without opening his vertical pupils, Lin Fu’an could see things ordinary people couldn’t.

Earlier, at a glance, the woman tying her hair resembled a horned python raising its head, as if ready to vent some pent-up force on someone;

As for the man, the dust and mud particles at his feet were already trembling, like a dragon about to tear through the clouds and reveal its true form.

The Growth and Reduction Two Generals were once the Yin realm Ghost Kings, able to observe fate at sea, yet this man and woman clearly carried Dragon Energy, broken and degraded, but undeniably existent.

Dragon Energy was something that ordinary people would beg to find a trace of and be extremely grateful, offering prayers to their ancestors for.

For these two, their ancestors worshipped were the Dragon Kings.

Besides these two, Lin Fu’an faintly sensed another presence with even greater Dragon Energy on the third floor of the house, enough that even without lifting his gaze upward, its intimidation and essence pressed into his line of sight.

He dared not raise his head any further.

*He had a feeling that daring to look up today meant not needing to leave ever, not today, tomorrow, or any day after.*

*If lucky, he might turn into a new vine gourd after a while.*

"Shoumen."

"Master."

Even after leaving the school, their voices remained subdued.

Because they had come uninvited, wielding authority, which, according to Jianghu rules, meant they were challenging the place.

Since they had started something, people reciprocating at some level was fair.

Earlier, Liu Ting tied her hair, Qin Li rolled up his sleeves, both indicating their preparedness to act.

Because others had already pressed upon them, as a lonely and small family, the "little house" must "brace itself" and fight back.

In truth, this kind of experience was also a first for the two of them.

Though Dragon King Qin and Dragon King Liu were not what they used to be, the old lady was too tired to step outside and decipher the sarcasm hidden behind people’s respectful gazes;