Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1329 - 1327: Lin Fan Is My Grandpa!

Zhongli Wuxi could never have imagined that such an unbelievable scene would appear before his eyes.

In his mind, he feared nothing and no one but Zhongli Kun, the father of Dongmen Buju. Yet here he was, kneeling in front of Lin Fan, a mere Ninth Rank Saint Emperor who was barely over twenty, with no skills other than being an unreasonable rogue.

How could such a person make his proud and arrogant father kneel?!

Zhongli Wuxi truly couldn't understand.

So he was now exerting all his strength, trying to pull Zhongli Kun up from the ground.

But Zhongli Kun's knees seemed to have grown roots into the earth, and no matter how hard Zhongli Wuxi tried, he couldn't move him.

Finally.

Zhongli Wuxi, exhausted, sat back heavily on the ground, sweat dripping from his brow, blushing with exertion.

"Dad... what exactly are you doing?! You're the Clan Leader of the Earth Clan, ranked second among the twelve Ancient Clans, and yet you're kneeling to this kid — have you lost your mind?"

Zhongli Wuxi was clearly upset, to the point of blurting out such a rebellious statement to Zhongli Kun.

He thought Zhongli Kun would remain unresponsive. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

But unexpectedly, Zhongli Kun suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard — a crisp and loud sound that stunned Zhongli Wuxi.

"Dad... so you can... react..."

"You beast! Kneel! Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Lin!" Zhongli Kun's eyes were bloodshot, staring fiercely at Zhongli Wuxi, concealing deep fear behind his violent gaze.

"Dad, are you crazy, making me kneel to this boy? Why don't you make him kneel to me? This is the Heavenly Clan - he should die at the hands of Dongmen Buju the Clan Leader. Why do you fear this boy?!" Zhongli Wuxi hadn't grasped Zhongli Kun's earnest intentions and was still perplexed over why he should kneel to Lin Fan.

Thud!

Zhongli Kun couldn't be bothered with his idiotic son and directly kowtowed heavily to Lin Fan.

"Young Master Lin, I sincerely apologize. My son is reckless and lacks judgment. If he has offended you... please feel free to punish him..."

Upon hearing this, Zhongli Wuxi sprang up from the ground like a rocket, his eyes wide open, his eyebrows nearly flying off his face.

"What?! Feel free to punish him?! For what! Because he's a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor? Is it that Ninth Rank Saint Emperors are so arrogant these days? Damn it, can't a Seventh Layer in the Pathbreaking Realm be this arrogant too? Dad, haven't you got it wrong? I am your son."

"I haven't got it wrong; you are my son, and he is my grandfather." Zhongli Kun was so angry at Zhongli Wuxi that he felt like his lungs would explode. He didn't dare to speak it aloud in front of Lin Fan for fear of provoking him, so he could only gesture wildly in hopes that this foolish son would understand sooner.

However, Zhongli Wuxi not only didn't understand but repeatedly opposed him, nearly causing him to die of rage, his chest repeatedly convulsing.

Utterly exasperated, Zhongli Kun accidentally blurted out that Lin Fan was his grandfather, showcasing his deep helplessness.

Lin Fan was amused by Zhongli Kun's words and shook his head in resignation.

"Seems the Clan Leader of Zhongli knows a thing or two."

"I do..."

As soon as Lin Fan spoke, Zhongli Kun immediately lowered his head, his forehead against the ground, not daring to look Lin Fan in the eye.

"My son is indeed foolish; I plead with you, please be magnanimous and spare him..."

"Spare my ass! He almost attacked me earlier, and even wanted to attack Young Master Lin! I'll have someone chop his head off right now!"

Before Lin Fan could respond, Ling Haoyan pointed at Zhongli Wuxi and shouted.

Zhongli Kun was startled, quickly kowtowing repeatedly,"Grandpa, Lin Fan Grandpa, please spare this wretch's life... our Zhongli Family has had a single heir for generations, and he is my only son now. Though he is hopelessly stupid, he is the only bloodline of the Zhongli Family left. Please, Grandpa, have mercy... spare this beast!"

"Ugh!" Ling Haoyan spat heavily on the ground, infuriated, he directly pushed Lin Fan aside and pointed at the back of Zhongli Kun's head, berating him. "Do you deserve to be related to Young Master Lin, and still want to be his grandson? No chance! Young Master Lin is clearly my grandpa. Why should I acknowledge a grandfather with you? Besides, your son is a beast, you're calling Young Master Lin grandpa, are you calling my grandpa a beast?!"

"Lin Fan is my grandpa!"

"Nonsense, my grandpa!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

Lin Fan frowned, utterly bewildered. The more he listened, the more absurd the relationship seemed... it was unheard of for these two to fight over calling him grandpa, their lack of decency clear.

"Stop calling me grandpa, I'm not that old." He tossed a cold sentence.

"Then you're an ancestor, my ancestor!" Zhongli Kun was quick to respond, said first.

Ling Haoyan was slower thinking this time, "ancestor" was already in his mind but he couldn't utter it. Hearing Zhongli Kun blurting it out, he almost jumped onto him in rage.

Zhongli Wuxi watched this farce unfold, with his father and Ling Haoyan competing to recognize Lin Fan as grandfather and ancestor, wondering what exactly was going on?

Was he crazy?

Or were these people crazy?

Was this all unreal, just a dream he was having?

Zhongli Wuxi looked at the scuffle between Zhongli Kun and Ling Haoyan, frowned, and pinched his arm fiercely.

"Oww, ouch!"

He pinched himself hard, with no mercy, tears flying out at lightning speed from his eyes.

Despite the pain contorting his face, the outcry stopped Zhongli Kun and Ling Haoyan's brawl, the two startled into looking at Zhongli Wuxi.

"What are you doing?" Zhongli Kun asked in confusion.

"This... damn, it's not a dream... if only you'd said it earlier... I would've gone easier on myself..." Zhongli Wuxi rolled up his sleeve, revealing a patch of purple-red skin.

Lin Fan rolled his eyes helplessly. He felt relieved now too, considering Zhongli Wuxi's intelligence represented no threat to Mo Ningxiang.

He was more concerned about Yi Qingyu, the sister of Yi Shengtang, who once vehemently declared her dislike for him and her intent to marry Zhongli Wuxi.

If Yi Qingyu discovered Zhongli Wuxi was such a fool, she would probably regret it immensely.

"Clan Leader Zhongli, tell this fool what you know, to prevent him from doing anything stupid again."

Zhongli Kun quickly nodded, like pounding garlic.

"And another thing."

"Ancestor Lin Fan, if there's anything you need, let me know, I'll do my utmost."

Lin Fan glanced at Yi Shengtang coldly and stated, "I heard Zhongli Wuxi is set to marry Yi Qingyu?"

"Ah? This..." Zhongli Kun was evidently in a dilemma.

"And what if that's true!" Zhongli Wuxi still hadn't realized the danger.

"If that's the case, then cancel the wedding. Yi Shengtang is my brother, and I don't want his sister marrying such an idiot. Do you understand?"

"Yes... yes... I'll settle this when I go back... Ancestor Lin, rest assured, I wouldn't dare deceive you..."

Zhongli Wuxi was clearly dissatisfied and wanted to say something, but Zhongli Kun swiftly covered his mouth.

Lin Fan sneered and walked away, unconcerned.

Beside Zhongli Wuxi, Zhongli Kun whispered a few words, pointed at a nearby smear of blood mist, revealing his observations and doubts.

Zhongli Wuxi's face swiftly turned pale, his blood running icy cold all at once, as he stared dazedly at Lin Fan's receding figure, completely dumbfounded.