My Sexy Female CEO

Chapter 1912 371: Sooner or Later, You Have to Pay Your Dues

"I'm just an ordinary passenger, that's all," Lin Yifan replied casually.

A passenger who needed the caravan's protection but could withstand his deadly strike; Li Biao didn't believe Lin Yifan's nonsense.

He thought that Lin Yifan was either a hidden expert in the caravan or a meddling third-party force.

"An ordinary passenger can withstand my strong attack? Who are you trying to fool?"

"Believe it or not, I only want my compensation now!" Lin Yifan said bluntly, casting a sinister smile towards the petty toll robber behind him. "You couldn't guarantee my safety; remember to repay tenfold."

"Uh... Boss, you'd better deal with the bandits first, compensation is easy to discuss," the petty toll robber replied, somewhat taken aback.

He was truly frightened just now. How could a small Cultivator at the High Immortal Third Realm withstand an attack even Boss Wang found difficult to resist? Can you believe that?

Anyway, this was beyond his comprehension.

Not only him, but even Wang Daxiong and the others in the caravan were taken aback.

Apparently, none of them expected the true expert to be hidden among the passengers in their caravan.

Passengers in the same carriage with Lin Yifan finally understood why the young man remained calm and composed—he was actually a master.

However, they truly did not know when Lin Yifan had made his move.

"Why is this kid so strong and hiding in the carriage—what's his purpose?"

"Is he a caravan employee?"

"Judging from his stance earlier, it doesn't seem like it."

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"It's what you said. If you can't fulfill the promise later, I'm going to cut you all down," Lin Yifan replied with a hostile tone to the petty toll robber.

This invoked Li Biao's displeasure: "Arrogant, do you think just because you want something done, it will happen?"

"To deal with you is more than enough," Lin Yifan responded dominantly.

"Damn it! Go to hell!"

Li Biao let out an angry shout, then swung his heavy Wolf Fang Club down fiercely.

Lin Yifan used the Seven-Colored Sword Technique, fully defending himself.

Li Biao's attack was only close to the Great Immortal First Realm, not reaching it, which was in line with the power of his Seven-Colored Sword Technique, so he could easily withstand Li Biao's fierce attack.

However, to secure victory, he still needed to use the Shadow-light Sword Technique.

No rush, let's have a skirmish with Li Biao first.

"Bang bang bang!"

After a fierce fight, Li Biao found that no matter how hard he tried to attack, he couldn't harm Lin Yifan in the slightest.

This made him uneasy and anxious.

The petty bandits also noticed this situation, and to assist their boss in winning, they secretly threw hidden weapons to sneak attack Lin Yifan.

For such an unfair confrontation, Lin Yifan played along for a while, then quickly performed the Shadow-light Sword Technique, swiftly killing a few petty bandits who attacked him.

After killing the chicken to warn the monkey, the surrounding bandits timidly stepped back a few steps.

This kid moved too fast. Their brothers hadn't even reacted before being killed; moreover, even their boss couldn't notice. It's conceivable how terrifying his speed was just now.

This sword technique, the Cultivators in the caravan had never seen before.

They were all amazed at Lin Yifan's prowess and felt that this Cultivator at the High Immortal Third Realm seemed not ordinary at all.

This person was heading to Black Wind City to inquire for information. Whether it was to inquire about enemy information or other news, if it was to inquire about the most precious information, it was even more serious as it would cost a lot of silver taels.

After this exchange, the petty toll robber no longer dared to underestimate Lin Yifan.

Now, he began to regret the mockery he directed at Lin Yifan before departure.

After this confrontation, Lin Yifan not only didn't need to pay a protection fee, but he also gained a sizeable fortune—really hitting the jackpot.

On the other hand, Li Biao was somewhat intimidated by Lin Yifan's phantom-like sword technique.

To be honest, if it were him, he would have no way to defend against it, let alone his underlings.

Now, there were two roads to choose—either retreat or fight to the end.

But retreating now, how could he explain to his underlings when he returned?

After thinking it over, he decided to fight Lin Yifan to the end. After all, Lin Yifan was just a Cultivator at the High Immortal Third Realm, and he didn't believe he couldn't defeat someone two realms below him.

After dealing with a few annoying petty bandits, Lin Yifan again confronted Li Biao.

In continuous clashes, he felt his right hand starting to numb, with some pain.

The difference in realm still had its effect. Although his Seven-Colored Sword Technique was extraordinary, he couldn't last long against the realm close to this power.

Having no choice, he had to use the Shadow-light Sword Technique again.

"Whoosh!"

His body transformed into a shadow, instantly arriving behind Li Biao, piercing Li Biao's heart with a sword.

"Urgh..."

Blood oozed from Li Biao's mouth as he looked with surprise at his chest.

When did a colorful fairy sword emerge from his chest? He didn't know. Now, however, he felt his life swiftly fading away, and in a blink, he was devoid of breath.

"Swoosh!"

The Immortal Sword was pulled out, and the bandit king fell.

The surrounding bandits watched this unfold, frightened, they fled in panic, scattering in all directions.

To prevent these people from continuing to cause harm, Lin Yifan quickly flew over with the Seven-Colored Immortal Sword and killed all the petty bandits.

"Aaaah!"

Hearing the screams coming from the bamboo forest, the Cultivators in the caravan and the passengers in the carriage were horrified.

Apparently, none of them expected the friendly-looking young man to be so ruthless in action.

The petty toll robber gulped hard.

He was deeply afraid that Lin Yifan would return to settle scores with him, and if so, he would be punished, possibly facing the same end as the bandits.

"Boss, please be magnanimous and don't settle scores with me!"

He continually prayed in his heart, feeling incredibly fearful.

Lin Yifan returned to the caravan with a large sum of money.

After emptying the treasures from the bandit king's Immortal Ring, he coldly spoke to the petty toll robber, "Ten times compensation, miss one, and I'll chop off your head!"

The petty toll robber shivered, nearly losing his footing.

Lin Yifan's gaze was too terrifying, like a sharp sword piercing his heart, making him feel suffocated.

He didn't dare to slack off and immediately produced twenty Spiritual Pearls at the High Immortal Realm, handing them to Lin Yifan.

"Why did you charge him two Spiritual Pearls at the High Immortal Realm?" The caravan leader Wang Daxiong immediately saw the issue.

"Boss Wang, I just thought he looked unfamiliar, so I thought he was easy to trick and charged him two Spiritual Pearls at the High Immortal Realm," Ah Cong answered with his head bowed in shame.

"You scoundrel! Who gave you the authority to act on your own?"

Wang Daxiong finally understood why Lin Yifan was so angry—turns out it was the doings of the toll collector, Ah Cong.