Chapter 5 You Are Definitely a Liar!

Murong Wan’er, though clearly unwilling, still forced out a perfunctory apology under Murong Zhang’s stern gaze.

Lin Yang couldn't be bothered to argue with her. “What you hear isn’t always the truth. As an adult, you ought to have your own judgment, not jump to conclusions based on hearsay,” he said calmly.

“Who do you think you are, lecturing me?” Murong Wan’er snapped, annoyed.

Murong Zhang shot her a fierce glare, then turned to Lin Yang. “Please forgive her, young man.”

Lin Yang waved his hand dismissively. “No need for pleasantries. I saved your life, so you owe me a consultation fee.”

“Of course, of course. That’s only right. How much do you usually charge?” Murong Zhang asked.

Lin Yang had intervened to save Murong Zhang purely for the money. After leaving the Qin family, he was penniless and desperately needed some cash.

“How much do you think your life is worth?” he asked.

Murong Zhang chuckled. “That’s a good question. But I don’t carry cash on me. Here’s what we’ll do: leave your contact information, and I’ll have someone send you a check. Write whatever amount you think is appropriate.”

He was surprisingly generous.

“I don’t have a fixed address. Or a phone,” Lin Yang replied helplessly.

“Knew it—you’re a worthless gambler, lost so much you can’t even afford a phone. No matter how much money you have, you’d just lose it all,” Murong Wan’er sneered.

“Mind your manners,” Murong Zhang rebuked her, then turned to Lin Yang. “In that case, come down the mountain with me to my home. I’ll write you a check there.”

“That works,” Lin Yang said, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and leading the way down the mountain.

“Dad, this guy’s definitely a fraud. What happened just now was pure luck,” Murong Wan’er muttered.

“I watched him perform acupuncture. He knew what he was doing—and his technique seemed to use internal energy. He might not be as simple as he looks,” Jiang Zuofeng commented.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Murong Wan’er retorted instantly. “Only innate masters can cultivate true energy. Look at him—penniless, wandering the streets, a degenerate gambler. How could he possibly be an innate master?”

“Are you certain you weren’t mistaken?” Murong Zhang asked, though hearing Lin Yang admit he didn’t even own a phone, he too began to believe the man was just a washed-up gambler. No matter how skilled his medical techniques, if he was addicted to gambling, he would never amount to anything. There was no point in befriending such a person.

But if Lin Yang truly was an innate master, things would be different. In all of Luocheng, there were only four great masters, all elderly men. For one so young to have reached this level, his future would be limitless—well worth cultivating a connection.

“I can’t be a hundred percent sure,” Jiang Zuofeng admitted.

“You must have been mistaken, Brother Zuofeng. If that guy really had any real ability, I’d kneel and apologize to him. Calling him a master is an insult to the title!” Murong Wan’er scoffed.

“Enough. He did save me, after all. We’ll just give him some money and send him on his way,” Murong Zhang concluded. He, too, found it impossible to believe that someone in their early twenties could be an innate master—such people were exceedingly rare, even in the entire province.

Although the three of them spoke in hushed tones, Lin Yang’s hearing was keen, and he caught every word. He didn’t bother to explain, a faint smile playing about his lips.

Once inside the car, Murong Zhang, still curious, tried probing Lin Yang’s background. “Young man, which medical university did you graduate from?”

“I never attended medical university,” Lin Yang replied.

Murong Wan’er, sitting in the passenger seat, immediately cut in, “Then what are you doing pretending to be a doctor? How dare you even ask for a consultation fee?”

Murong Zhang’s last hope was dashed. If Lin Yang hadn’t even been to medical school, he must have picked up a few crude first-aid tricks here and there, and it was just luck he’d revived him. Murong Zhang no longer wished to exchange a single word with Lin Yang. If not for his own reputation, he would have thrown the man out of the car then and there.

“There’s something wrong with you,” Lin Yang said coolly.

“What did you say?” Murong Wan’er was stunned, then flew into a rage. “Did you just insult me?! Believe me, I’ll throw you out of this car!”

Murong Zhang’s brows furrowed in displeasure, and he was about to order Lin Yang out when, suddenly, the car screeched to a halt.

“Zuofeng, what’s happening?” Murong Zhang asked.

“We’ve got trouble,” Jiang Zuofeng said in a low voice.

A black van had suddenly swerved into their path at an intersection, blocking the road and nearly causing a collision. Before Jiang Zuofeng’s words had even faded, another car sped up from behind and rammed into their rear, boxing them in—a clear sign of hostile intent.

The van doors slid open, and a group of men dressed in black, faces masked, got out, each wielding a gleaming machete, radiating murderous intent.

“Miss Wan’er, stay in the car and protect the old master,” Jiang Zuofeng said as he undid his seatbelt.

Murong Zhang, however, remained calm. “Leave one alive. I want to know who sent them.”

“Understood.” Jiang Zuofeng stepped out, and a fight broke out immediately.

“Who are these people? How bold, to try to ambush us in broad daylight!” Murong Wan’er was unafraid, clearly confident in Jiang Zuofeng.

Then she turned and fixed her gaze on Lin Yang. “You degenerate gambler—are you with them? You must have tipped them off!”

“I don’t know them,” Lin Yang replied.

“We’ll know soon enough. If you’re with them, you’ll die here today,” Murong Zhang said, also suspecting Lin Yang must have betrayed them for the attackers to be waiting in ambush.

As he spoke, Murong Zhang drew a pistol and aimed it at Lin Yang’s head.

“Is this how you repay your savior?” Lin Yang’s expression remained unchanged, his demeanor composed. There’s an old saying in the martial world: beyond seven steps, the gun is faster; within seven steps, the fist is faster. For an innate master, however, even beyond seven steps, the fist remains supreme. Murong Zhang’s gun was no threat at all.

“Whether you’re a savior or would-be killer will be clear soon enough. But right now, I’m inclined to agree with Wan’er—you’re definitely a fraud!” Murong Zhang snorted.

“You’d better not make any sudden moves, or I’ll shoot you right here,” he warned.

Lin Yang only smiled faintly, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes as though to rest—after all, the real drama had yet to begin.

Outside the car, Jiang Zuofeng fought fiercely, his iron fists felling four burly assailants in quick succession, leaving them gravely wounded.

But then, a middle-aged man stepped out of the van.

“Jiang Zuofeng, you’re as formidable as they say.”

“And who are you?” Jiang Zuofeng asked.

“I’m the one who’s here to take your life,” the man replied, and attacked with blinding speed, catching Jiang Zuofeng off guard.

Within five moves, there was a thunderous crash as Jiang Zuofeng was sent flying into the car, caving in the door and shattering the window.

“Brother Zuofeng!” Murong Wan’er cried in alarm.

“He’s a seventh-rank fighter! Get the old master out of here—quick!” Jiang Zuofeng shouted, blood spewing from his mouth.

Hearing their opponent was a seventh-rank expert, Murong Zhang lost his composure, panic flickering across his face. Against such a foe, there was no hope of escape.

Jiang Zuofeng, despite his injuries, charged out again, but it was useless—he was struck down with another heavy blow, vomiting blood and collapsing, unable to fight further.

The middle-aged man planted a foot on Jiang Zuofeng’s head and called out to the car, “Murong Zhang, your bodyguard is too weak. Be a good man and get out—let me send you on your way.”

“Dad, what do we do? Brother Zuofeng’s lost! Are we going to die here?” Murong Wan’er’s face was ashen with terror, her voice trembling on the verge of tears.

Murong Zhang was equally helpless, his expression grim. To send a seventh-rank fighter—this was leaving him no way out.

“It seems today will be our last,” he sighed.

At that moment, Lin Yang opened his eyes and said, “Give me a hundred million, and I’ll save you all.”