WDQK: Invincible with top-tier talent from the start

Chapter 82: The Woman I've Slept With Will Be Mine!

Lin Fan turned his head to look at Lin Langtian, smiling faintly.

"What now? Even the Wang Clan has given up on the spiritual treasure, and you still want to play hero and force us to hand it over to them?"

Many of the Lin Clan members, including Lin Ke'er, shifted their gazes toward Lin Langtian, their expressions growing complex.

Even if they looked down on those from branch families, it never went as far as helping outsiders bully their own.

Could it be... what Lin Fan said earlier was true?

A few people couldn't help but let such thoughts emerge in their hearts.

Lin Langtian said coldly,

"This has nothing to do with the Wang Clan! As a disciplinary elder of the Lin Clan, you have repeatedly provoked others—I will not tolerate it! I will bring you back to the clan hall for punishment!"

"If you hadn't stood up for the Wang Clan and pressured me, none of this would've happened,"

Lin Fan replied calmly, unfazed.

"As for dragging me to the clan hall for punishment—since you're directly involved, you can't be the judge. I won't accept it."

"In two years, at the Lin Clan Assembly, I'll ask the clan leader himself to decide who's right and who's wrong!"

"You don't get to choose!" Lin Langtian growled.

With a wave of his hand, Yuan Power gathered in his palm. He lunged forward to grab Lin Fan.

But Lin Fan instantly dodged behind Ling Qingzhu.

"Scoundrel!"

Lin Langtian roared in fury but had no choice but to veer off. His palm slammed into the ground instead, nearly causing the entire stone hall to collapse.

Ling Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she did not move aside.

"You're just going to hide behind a woman?" Lin Langtian sneered, his expression grim.

"Say whatever you like," Lin Fan said with a faint smile.

"Two years from now, at the clan assembly… I'll be waiting,"

Lin Langtian declared coldly. He took a deep breath, forced his expression calm again, and turned to leave.

The other Lin Clan members followed behind him.

Before leaving, Lin Ke'er turned to glance at Lin Fan, her expression complicated.

"Let's go."

Ling Qingzhu's face was calm, but deep in her eyes, there was a faint coldness as she spoke.

With that, she took the lead and headed out.

Lin Fan smiled slightly and called to Lin Dong to follow.

As they walked off, the members of the Qin Clan and scattered cultivators glanced at one another, then silently dispersed with complex expressions.

Outside the ancient tomb, atop a solitary peak—

Ling Qingzhu stood before Lin Fan in silence.

Behind him, Lin Dong sensed the tense atmosphere and scratched his head awkwardly.

"Brother Lin Fan, Miss Qingzhu… I, uh, suddenly remembered I have something to do. I'll go on ahead."

He figured that since Ling Qingzhu had just stood up for Lin Fan, she probably wasn't going to kill him… but watching him get scolded still felt wrong.

With that, Lin Dong rode off on Xiao Yan, vanishing from sight.

"Ahem… Miss Qingzhu, I apologize for earlier. That Lin Langtian jerk turned on his own people and tried to take me down."

Lin Fan cleared his throat awkwardly.

"And with the Wang Clan breathing down my neck… I really didn't have any better options."

Ling Qingzhu's voice remained cold.

"No more excuses. Now that no one's around, let's have our spar."

Lin Fan adopted a helpless expression.

"How could I be a match for you, Miss Qingzhu? I only used that as an excuse to get out of a tight spot."

"I know you're angry. If you want to punish me, go ahead. I'll accept whatever comes."

With that, he closed his eyes in surrender.

Of course, he still kept his spiritual senses sharp—if she truly intended to kill him, he'd fight back immediately.

Ling Qingzhu's gaze swept past him, falling on the distant white clouds.

In her eyes, once so cold, there was the faintest ripple.

After a while, she looked back at Lin Fan.

"Your strength… is far too weak."

Lin Fan exhaled in relief.

"I admit I'm not strong enough now. But the future is full of possibilities. Someday, I'll grow strong enough to surprise even you."

"Save that talk for after you defeat Lin Langtian at the clan assembly,"

Ling Qingzhu said flatly.

Lin Fan opened his eyes and smiled.

"Then let's bet on it. Two years from now—I'll defeat him."

Ling Qingzhu glanced at him, then turned her head slightly, her long lashes trembling.

"That's your business. I won't kill you. But… you must agree to one condition."

"Please speak," Lin Fan replied seriously.

"You will never speak of what happened in the tomb. Not a word. Not even to yourself. As far as you're concerned—it never happened."

Her tone was cold and absolute.

Lin Fan's gaze didn't waver. He remained calm and firm.

"I won't tell anyone. But forget it? That's impossible."

"You're asking for death!"

Ling Qingzhu's expression darkened. "If you say one more word like that, I will kill you here and now. Don't think I won't do it!"

"If anything leaks—even a whisper—not only you, but your entire Lin Clan will be wiped out."

"You're not stupid. You know what can and cannot be done. No matter how determined you are, some things are simply beyond your reach."

"Act within your means."

Lin Fan met her icy gaze without hesitation.

"I understand what you're saying. I won't do anything foolish."

"But the day I'm strong enough… I will stand before you again, and tell you—the woman I've slept with is mine."

His words were blunt and fearless. His gaze burned with dominance and certainty.

Ling Qingzhu's body stiffened, her flawless face beneath the veil turning visibly flushed.

She responded with a fierce slap.

Bang!

Lin Fan was sent flying, crashing into a nearby boulder. Blood dripped from the corner of his lips.

Even so, he smiled and said firmly,

"That day… won't be far off."

"Say such foolish things again before you reach that level, and I really will kill you!"

Ling Qingzhu turned away, her expression unreadable.

In her clear eyes, the faintest ripple appeared again.

"Lin Fan… I hope next time we meet, you won't still be this weak. True strength isn't proven with words."

Her voice lingered in the mountain air.

The glowing lotus beneath her feet flared, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished from Lin Fan's view.

"…Still held back in the end," Lin Fan muttered with a wry smile as he got up, rubbing his chest.

Then—

"Hm?"

He suddenly sensed intense combat waves coming from a nearby mountain peak.

One of the presences… was Lin Dong!

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