Inside the Lin Family’s main hall.
The Patriarch, Lin Qingzhi, sat at the head seat, his face glowing with pride as he listened to the guests’ flattery. Seeing their fawning smiles, he was in a thoroughly good mood.
After all, he had a daughter he could be proud of.
Ever since Lin Huaiyue rose to prominence and joined the Myriad Beasts Sect, the number of families and forces lining up to curry favor with the Lin Family had nearly worn down their doorstep.
In recent times, Lin Qingzhi had grown increasingly arrogant.
Whether it was families on par with the Lin Family or even those stronger, he no longer held them in high regard.
Before long, once Lin Huaiyue matured, the Lin Family would rise to power alongside her.
“Patriarch, something bad has happened…” An old servant rushed into the main hall.
“You’re always so panicked. Speak clearly,” Lin Qingzhi glared at him. Couldn’t he see guests were present?
The old servant quickly understood and leaned in to whisper, “Patriarch, the Heavenly Mystic Sect’s Young Master Qin Yun is making trouble in the front hall. He’s already barged in.”
Lin Qingzhi’s expression instantly changed.
“Everyone, I have some urgent matters to handle today. Please allow me to invite you again another time. Someone, escort our guests out through the north gate.”
The old servant immediately stepped up to lead the guests away.
Soon, only Lin Qingzhi and a young man in pale blue armor remained in the main hall.
This man was a distant maternal relative of Lin Qingzhi, a long-time wanderer who had recently come to seek shelter. Lin Qingzhi kept him around because of his youth and decent cultivation level.
“Uncle, what happened?” the armored man asked.
“That waste Qin Yun from the Heavenly Mystic Sect has come to make a scene,” Lin Qingzhi said darkly.
“That trash actually came to cause trouble? I knew he wouldn’t let go so easily. After all, Cousin Huaiyue is no longer who she used to be—she’s a rising star, favored by the Beastmaster himself,” the blue-armored man snorted.
Lin Qingzhi nodded, “Exactly. Qin Yun saw Huaiyue soaring and couldn’t accept it, so he came here to stir up trouble.”
“In the past, we might’ve been wary of him, but now there’s no need to be.”
The Lin Family had already left the Heavenly Mystic Sect and pledged loyalty to the Myriad Beasts Sect.
So what if Qin Yun was the Heavenly Mystic Sect’s Young Master? Was he going to eat the Lin Family alive? They just needed to report to the Myriad Beasts Sect.
The Myriad Beasts Sect would never sit back and do nothing.
“Other than Qin Yun, did anyone else from the Heavenly Mystic Sect come with him?” Lin Qingzhi asked the servant with a frown.
“No one else. Only Qin Yun,” the servant replied hurriedly.
“Just him?”
Lin Qingzhi was shocked.
Whenever Qin Yun left the sect before, at least one elder would always accompany him. Now he came to cause trouble alone?
Did Qin Yun really think that being the Heavenly Mystic Sect’s Young Master meant no one would dare touch him?
If not for the protection of those elders all this time, Qin Yun would’ve died countless times over.
“Uncle, could it be that the Heavenly Mystic Sect has already abandoned that trash?” the blue-armored man narrowed his eyes.
“Abandoned Qin Yun? That’s unlikely…” Lin Qingzhi frowned deeply.
“Why not? Look—before, Qin Yun always had elders following him, but now, no one came. What does that tell you?”
“It tells you the Heavenly Mystic Sect no longer values him.”
“And don’t forget, Cousin Huaiyue publicly declared her withdrawal from the Heavenly Mystic Sect. The sect completely lost face and even offended the Myriad Beasts Sect because of it.”
“The Heavenly Mystic Sect’s upper echelon must be furious. But with no outlet, they’ll surely take it out on someone like Qin Yun.”
“Would he have run here making a scene if he hadn’t been wronged?”
Lin Qingzhi thought the analysis made sense.
From what he knew, Qin Yun’s parents were missing, and the sect leader had been gone for years. Now, the Heavenly Mystic Sect was being run by the Grand Elder and a few others.
If he were in charge, he would’ve kicked Qin Yun out long ago. No background, no power—why waste resources?
“Patriarch, Qin Yun is coming this way,” the servant reported urgently.
“He dares to force his way in? Does he still think our Lin Family is what it used to be? Just a piece of trash, and he dares to make trouble here?” Lin Qingzhi scoffed coldly and strode out with the blue-armored man.
At that moment, Qin Yun was walking straight toward them—dragging Lin Huaiyue’s cousin by the leg.
When Lin Qingzhi saw his nephew’s chest caved in, mouth full of blood, uncertain whether he was alive or dead, his face immediately darkened.
“You did this?” Lin Qingzhi glared at Qin Yun.
“Yes,” Qin Yun nodded.
“As the Young Master of the Heavenly Mystic Sect, you act so arrogantly and hurt people in my Lin Family.”
“Do you really think we’re pushovers? I’ll give you one chance—kneel and apologize right now. For my daughter Lin Huaiyue’s sake, I might let this go,” Lin Qingzhi said coldly.
“And what if I don’t kneel?” Qin Yun asked.
“If you don’t, then as your elder, I’ll have to teach you a lesson myself!”
Just as Lin Qingzhi was about to act, the blue-armored man stepped forward and said, “Uncle, there’s no need for you to dirty your hands with this trash. Let me take care of him.”
This was a perfect opportunity to prove himself.
“Fine. Go teach him a lesson. Do to him exactly what he did to my nephew,” Lin Qingzhi instructed.
“Understood.”
The armored man grinned. As a 2nd stage Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, defeating someone at the 7th stage Qi Refining Realm was an easy task.
“Trash like you—I’ll show you today that there’s always someone stronger in this world!”
He slapped at Qin Yun’s face, using only about thirty percent of his strength. He didn’t intend to kill him just yet—humiliating the Young Master of the Heavenly Mystic Sect was a rare delight.
Lin Qingzhi narrowed his eyes, anticipating Qin Yun’s face to swell from the blow.
Smack!
A loud slap echoed.
But the one who was hit wasn’t Qin Yun—it was the armored man.
Before Lin Qingzhi could even process what had happened, the man was already sent flying, his facial bones shattered from the blow.
He collapsed to the ground.
Qin Yun stepped forward and stomped on the man’s neck.
Crack!
A sickening snap echoed as the spine broke. The man’s body stiffened, then went limp.
Dead.
Impossible…
Lin Qingzhi stared at Qin Yun in disbelief. That armored man was a 2nd stage Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, and Qin Yun was supposedly only at the 7th stage Qi Refining Realm.
No—something was wrong…
Qin Yun wasn’t at the Qi Refining Realm.
Lin Qingzhi finally realized Qin Yun had reached the Qi Condensation Realm, and his aura was at least at the 5th stage.
Wasn’t he supposed to be a worthless waste?
How had he reached 5th stage Qi Condensation Realm?
Had he been pretending all along?
“How dare you kill someone in my Lin Family! Do you really think we’re some weaklings you can trample over?” Lin Qingzhi roared, forming a claw with his hand and lunging at Qin Yun’s throat.
But Qin Yun smashed a punch straight at him.
Boom!
Lin Qingzhi staggered back a meter. His entire right arm was shattered by the punch. The pain twisted his face in agony.
Gritting his teeth, he stared at Qin Yun in shock.
Qin Yun wasn’t just at 5th stage Qi Condensation Realm—his strength was overwhelming, even Lin Qingzhi, who was at the 6th stage, couldn’t stop him.
“I was planning to talk nicely with you, but the moment I arrived, you all chose violence. Since you won’t stand and talk properly, then lie down. We’ll talk after that,” Qin Yun said and charged forward.
So fast…
Lin Qingzhi’s face changed drastically as he quickly retreated.
But Qin Yun was faster. He caught up and grabbed at Lin Qingzhi’s back.
Lin Qingzhi gritted his teeth, turned, and kicked with full strength, trying to knock Qin Yun away. But Qin Yun didn’t dodge and kicked back directly.
Boom!
Crack!
Lin Qingzhi’s right leg snapped, and he screamed in agony as he collapsed to the ground.
“Now then, can we talk properly?” Qin Yun looked down at him as he lay on the ground clutching his broken leg, retreating in panic.