Lin Ye pondered briefly before saying, “There’s still hope for mother’s illness.” It would merely be somewhat difficult to obtain the life-saving item. However, Lin Ye did not say the latter part aloud.
“Older brother, are you saying mother won’t die?” A bright light burst into Lin Xue’s eyes.
Lin Ye nodded. “I can’t tell you the method right now. You only need to know that as long as I’m here, mother will definitely be fine.”
Half an hour later, just as Lin Ye was about to go out and buy some medicinal herbs for Mu Rou, the dilapidated door was kicked open once again.
Mu Rou, who had just fallen asleep, was violently jolted awake. When Lin Xue saw who had arrived, deep worry surfaced on her face.
Lin Ye looked at the visitor, then at Mu Rou, whose complexion had grown even paler after being startled awake. A barely perceptible trace of killing intent flickered in his eyes.
“Lin Ye, Madam wants you to go over!” A tall, middle-aged man arrogantly raised his chin. Though he said “wants you to go,” his tone was unmistakably commanding.
This man was none other than the Lin Family’s steward, Song Yin. Before the original owner died, he had suffered no shortage of beatings from him. Although Song Yin was already middle-aged, his physique had not deteriorated in the slightest, and he could even be considered handsome. Judging solely by his appearance, he was the kind of handsome uncle that girls in the Huaxia World liked.
However, the arrogant air radiating from his entire body ruined the image of the ideal handsome uncle.
“Liu Yun? Tell her I’m busy!” Seeing that Song Yin had come with hostile intentions, Lin Ye said coldly.
Liu Yun was the Lin Family’s matriarch, as well as Lin Hai’s principal wife. The inexplicable deaths of Lin Hai’s several concubines could not be unrelated to her. Moreover, she had never cared about his life or death before. He had just fought Lin Feiyang, and she had immediately sent someone to “invite” him. It would be strange if anything good came of it.
“Hmph, that’s not up to you!” Seeing Lin Ye’s attitude, Song Yin’s expression stiffened. Anger flashed across his face, and he said coldly.
As he spoke, Song Yin strode in front of Lin Ye. The aura belonging to a one-star martial master radiated from his body, and he raised his hand to slap Lin Ye across the face.
“You’re courting death!” Just as Song Yin’s palm was about to strike Lin Ye, Lin Ye’s figure suddenly vanished from where he stood. Even Song Yin, a one-star martial master, could see only a faint afterimage.
“Ah!”
Immediately afterward, Song Yin felt a tremendous force slam into his buttocks, sending his body flying forward.
“Bang!”
His tall body crashed onto a rotten, moldy cabinet, instantly crushing it into pieces. Large splinters of wood flew everywhere, and several sharp fragments pierced directly into Song Yin’s body. Blood immediately gushed from the numerous holes in his flesh, staining the muddy ground red.
“You!”
Feeling the excruciating pain throughout his body, Song Yin’s gaze met Lin Ye’s indifferent face. His heart trembled violently, and traces of fear slowly rose within him.
He had just heard that Lin Feiyang’s complexion had been extremely unpleasant when he left Lin Ye’s room. He had not thought much of it on his way over, never expecting Lin Ye to seem like an entirely different person. Not only did he possess spiritual power, but he could even easily defeat Song Yin, a one-star martial master.
“Go back and tell Liu Yun that I have something to do this afternoon. If she wants to see me, have her come personally tomorrow.” Lin Ye slowly walked up to Song Yin. The aura of a top assassin burst forth and enveloped Song Yin on the ground as Lin Ye looked down and spoke slowly.
Song Yin felt a cold aura envelop his body. The hairs all over him instantly stood on end, as though countless fine needles were piercing his pores. The bone-chilling cold even made him forget the pain in his body.
Hearing Lin Ye’s unhurried tone, Song Yin, whose breathing had become difficult from Lin Ye’s aura, opened and closed his mouth. Yet he found that he did not dare utter any words of refusal and could only stammer, “All right, all right!”
“Get lost!” Lin Ye turned and walked to Mu Rou’s bedside without looking back.
Staring at Lin Ye’s back, intense unease surfaced in Song Yin’s heart. He hurriedly scrambled to his feet and ran out of the dilapidated room. His movements were so nimble that he seemed nothing like someone who had suffered serious injuries.
After watching Song Yin’s disappearing back, the corner of Lin Ye’s eye suddenly fell upon the spot where Song Yin had landed. An exquisite jade pendant lay quietly there.
Lin Ye raised his brows slightly and walked over to pick up the jade pendant from the ground. A strange light flashed deep in his eyes, and he then placed it into his spatial ring.
Only after running out of Lin Ye’s room did Song Yin slowly breathe a sigh of relief. Once his spiritual consciousness relaxed, he finally felt the piercing pain throughout his body. His body tilted, and he collapsed miserably onto the road.
It was terrifying—truly terrifying. Just now, he had felt as though he was going to die there. Was this really the same Lin Ye whom he had once been able to bully and beat at will?
“Uncle Song, what happened to you?” A passing maidservant saw Song Yin’s disheveled appearance. Shock flickered across her face as she approached and asked in confusion.
Song Yin struggled to stand from the ground, doing his best to make his expression appear arrogant and indifferent. “I’m fine. Go about your work!”
After saying that, he walked toward Liu Yun’s room without looking back.
Before long, Song Yin arrived at Liu Yun’s residence.
“What happened? How did you end up in such a sorry state?” Seeing Song Yin’s appearance, Liu Yun frowned deeply. A faint trace of confusion and a hint of concern flickered in her eyes.
Although Liu Yun was already middle-aged, she had maintained herself extremely well. Her beautiful oval face made her look not even thirty years old. Combined with her dignified attire and luxurious jewelry, she looked every bit like a graceful and noble young matron.
As she spoke, Liu Yun hurried to the cabinet and took out an exquisite white jade medicine bottle.
“I just came back from that Lin Ye’s residence. He seemed like a completely different person. These injuries were caused by that bastard,” Song Yin said helplessly, though his eyes were filled with cold resentment.
Liu Yun turned to glance at the maidservant attentively standing guard by the door. She walked in front of Song Yin, carefully removed his outer garment, then poured out the medicinal liquid from the bottle and cautiously applied it to his wounds.
“That bastard? Wasn’t he a useless cripple?” Liu Yun carefully applied the medicine to Song Yin as she asked in a calm voice.
“He was useless before, but I don’t know what he experienced in the Card Duel Arena. Now, even I’m no match for him.” Song Yin let out a soft sigh.
Liu Yun’s gaze shifted from the bloody wounds to Song Yin’s handsome face. Seeing his dejected appearance, the concern in her eyes grew even stronger.
The medicine was miraculous as well. After Song Yin had applied it for only a moment, his wounds had already begun to scab. It seemed that within a few hours, these wounds that appeared so bloody would have completely healed.
“The principal city’s sacrificial ceremony, held once every ten years, is in ten days, right?” Song Yin suddenly said something seemingly unrelated.
At these words, a bright glint flashed through Liu Yun’s eyes. Her red lips parted slightly as she said, “That’s right! At that time, every family must choose a child under the age of twenty as a sacrificial offering to the heavens. Our Lin Family will choose Lin Ye.”