Chapter 53 Just Try Laying a Finger on Them!

With a low shout, all of Lin Yang’s vital energy surged forth, his essence reined in at last. By now, Qiu Yuezi had already fallen unconscious, as lifeless as a corpse.

Gradually regaining his senses, Lin Yang finally realized the disheveled state beneath him, and the motionless, unconscious Qiu Yuezi. He hurriedly withdrew, his weapon stained with blood.

Checking her pulse, Lin Yang confirmed that she was not dead, merely unconscious. He had never imagined he would lose control so thoroughly.

Yet regarding Qiu Yuezi, he felt no inner burden.

He could not bring himself to kill Qiu Yuezi—not quite.

“For the sake of you saving Qin Monong’s life, I’ll let you go this time.”

Qiu Yuezi, a third-rank Grandmaster, had been left half-dead by him. If it had been Qin Monong in her place, she might not have survived his rampage.

In a sense, Qiu Yuezi had saved Qin Monong’s life.

Lin Yang took off his coat and laid it over her, then quickly left the Temple of the River Goddess.

“It seems I mustn’t be impatient to make progress. Absorbing too much dragon’s beard herb at once will cause an excess of yang energy, difficult to control.”

Lin Yang was now fully aware of the dangers of reckless cultivation. He was lucky to encounter Qiu Yuezi and resolve the crisis—otherwise, the consequences would have been disastrous.

At the Murong estate, the family members were all anxious and unable to settle.

Murong Yun had used her connections to inquire about the situation, but the City Guard had sealed off the scene, allowing no one in. Thus, they could learn nothing of what had happened.

After taking a call, Jiang Zuofeng’s expression grew grave. “A friend of mine in the City Guard just called—he heard that a male Grandmaster was killed at the scene.”

“Was it Mr. Lin?” Murong Yun asked nervously.

“We’re not sure. He wasn’t in charge of the scene. The details are highly classified for now. The City Guard has also issued a warrant for the arrest of the Violet and White Fiends. The one who died—it’s very likely to be Mr. Lin.”

Jiang Zuofeng’s words made the atmosphere instantly turn to ice.

“That can’t be! Mr. Lin is so powerful, his medical skills are miraculous—he can’t be dead!” Murong Wan’er murmured in a daze, shaking her head.

“What use are high medical skills? Even the best doctor cannot heal himself,” Kou Yuanshan interjected.

“It’s obvious—the Grandmaster who died was Lin Yang. Who else would it be but the White Fiend? I’ve said before: talent and youth mean nothing. Only those geniuses who survive to grow strong are true geniuses.”

“No one remembers the prodigies who die young. That boy was too arrogant—he deserved his fate,” Kou Yuanshan remarked, barely hiding his schadenfreude.

As both a Grandmaster and a clan guest, Kou Yuanshan was deeply respected by the Murongs, who dared not offend him lightly.

But Murong Yun, hearing his words, could barely contain her fury.

“Master Kou, don’t you feel ashamed saying such things? Isn’t it a little shameless?”

“What did you say? Murong Yun, how dare you speak to me that way?” Kou Yuanshan shouted, enraged.

“Yun’er, don’t speak recklessly,” Murong Zhang hurried to intervene.

But Murong Yun was not one to be cowed when angry.

“Kou Yuanshan, I’ve tolerated you long enough! From the moment Lin Yang met you, you’ve put on airs and mocked him. Did he ever stoop to your level? Besides, if Lin Yang hadn’t intervened, you’d have been killed by the Violet and White Fiends—would you still be alive here to speak so glibly?”

“Lin Yang saved your life. Even if he’s dead, you have no right to mock him. If that’s not shameless, what is?”

Murong Yun’s pent-up anger flared at Kou Yuanshan’s words.

“How insolent!” Kou Yuanshan fumed.

“You’re merely from a branch family, yet you dare be so rude to a clan guest!”

“Fine. Since the Violet and White Fiends have killed Lin Yang, they’ll surely come for you next. You can all wait to die—I’m leaving now,” Kou Yuanshan sneered, preparing to storm out.

“Master Kou, calm yourself—Yun’er is just worried for Mr. Lin and lost her composure,” Murong Zhang pleaded, anxious that Chen Tianhao would come seeking vengeance. Kou Yuanshan was, after all, their only Grandmaster.

“Father, let him go! If the Violet and White Fiends do come, his presence or absence makes no difference,” Murong Yun said coldly.

“My sister is right! He’s clearly just afraid Chen Tianhao will come, so he’s making excuses to run away,” Murong Wan’er snorted.

“You two little girls dare speak to me like this!” Kou Yuanshan blustered. “Before I leave, I’ll teach you both a lesson. You must learn that a Grandmaster is not to be insulted!”

In truth, Kou Yuanshan wanted to flee regardless—Murong Yun’s outburst merely gave him a pretext.

He readied himself to teach Murong Yun and Murong Wan’er a lesson.

“Old man, try laying a hand on them and see what happens.”

At that moment, Lin Yang’s voice sounded from outside.

“Mr. Lin?!”

Murong Yun and Murong Wan’er cried out in unison, turning toward the door.

Lin Yang approached with steady steps, and both women were overcome with joy.

Murong Yun, more composed, held back her tears though her reddened eyes glistened. Together, they stepped forward, but Murong Yun stopped after two steps, restraining herself, while Murong Wan’er rushed straight into Lin Yang’s arms.

“Mr. Lin, you’re really alright? That’s wonderful—I was so scared just now,” Murong Wan’er sobbed, holding Lin Yang tightly, leaving him awkward, unsure where to place his hands, unwilling to push her away.

Relief and happiness spread across Murong Zhang and Jiang Zuofeng’s faces.

Only Kou Yuanshan was left utterly stunned.

“You’re not dead?!”

Lin Yang patted Murong Wan’er’s back gently. “Don’t cry. I’m fine.”

Only then did Murong Wan’er release him, grinning through her tears as she wiped them away.

“Old man, just who were you planning to teach a lesson?” Lin Yang walked toward Kou Yuanshan.

Now confronted by Lin Yang again, Kou Yuanshan felt a growing dread and did not dare the slightest disrespect, retreating step by step.

“How are you still alive? It doesn’t make sense!” Kou Yuanshan could not believe Lin Yang had survived the Violet and White Fiends.

“The one who died was the White Fiend. The Violet Fiend was gravely wounded by me and fled. Surprised? Did you expect that?” Lin Yang’s lips curled into a cold smile.

“How… How did you manage that? Are you a fourth-rank Grandmaster? Impossible!” Kou Yuanshan shook his head frantically.

“I’m asking you now—who were you planning to teach a lesson?”

Every step Lin Yang took forward, Kou Yuanshan retreated one.

“I… They were rude to me. As a clan guest and a Grandmaster, I naturally should discipline them! But, for your sake, I’ll let it go,” Kou Yuanshan forced out.

“Fine. So my face is still worth something. But since you say a Grandmaster must not be insulted, shouldn’t we settle what happened earlier today when you insulted me? Shouldn’t I teach you a lesson as well?”

Though Lin Yang’s face was all sunshine, Kou Yuanshan felt a chill run down his spine.