Chapter 6 Murong Yun

“Shut up! You’re definitely with them, trying to find a chance to escape, aren’t you?” At that moment, Murong Wan’er was gripped by fear, venting all her anger on Lin Yang.

“Dad, kill him now!” Murong Zhang, too, refused to believe Lin Yang could possibly save them, certain he just wanted an excuse to get out of the car.

Murong Zhang was just about to pull the trigger when, in a flash, his hand was empty—the pistol had been snatched away by Lin Yang. He hadn’t even seen how Lin Yang had done it.

“If I’d wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead back on the mountain.”

Murong Zhang, after a moment of panic, made a snap decision. “Fine! As long as you save us, I promise to give you a hundred million.”

Lin Yang tossed the pistol back to Murong Zhang, opened the car door, and stepped out.

“Dad, you can’t possibly believe he has the power to save us, can you?” Murong Wan’er, having already formed her judgment, never thought much of Lin Yang.

“Do we have any other options right now?” Murong Zhang replied, watching through the car window as Lin Yang, without another word, stepped straight toward the Seventh-Rank expert and threw a punch.

“Courting death!” The middle-aged man kicked the gravely injured Jiang Zuofeng aside, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he raised his fist to meet the blow.

With a crack, their fists met. The middle-aged man’s wrist was shattered, and his entire body was sent flying ten meters, crashing heavily to the ground.

A single strike—an instant defeat.

The difference in strength was obvious.

Inside the car, Murong Zhang and Murong Wan’er stared, dumbfounded and in utter disbelief.

The other knife-wielding thugs, seeing their most formidable Seventh-Rank expert felled by a single punch, were so terrified they scattered in every direction.

Lin Yang didn’t give chase. Instead, he turned back and opened the car door. “It’s done.”

Only then did Murong Zhang and Murong Wan’er snap out of their shock. In less than a minute, what had seemed certain death had been effortlessly resolved by Lin Yang.

Murong Zhang scrambled out of the car, cupped his fists, and said, “Thank you, Mr. Lin, for saving our lives. I was short-sighted and failed to recognize your greatness before. If I offended you, please forgive me.”

Even the way Murong Zhang addressed Lin Yang had changed—there was no longer any doubt, only gratitude and awe.

“Just pay me,” Lin Yang replied coolly.

“One hundred million, not a penny less. Please rest assured, Mr. Lin,” Murong Zhang promised, before hurrying to check on Jiang Zuofeng, who lay injured on the ground.

Murong Wan’er also got out of the car, but her gaze toward Lin Yang was utterly transformed.

Lin Yang had completely shattered her doubts and, in doing so, delivered her a resounding slap in the face.

Murong Wan’er could barely hide her embarrassment and discomfort. Her lips parted, but pride kept any apology from escaping.

“Zuofeng, hang in there!” Murong Zhang lifted the gravely wounded Jiang Zuofeng, seeing that he was barely clinging to life.

Murong Wan’er rushed over to help carry Jiang Zuofeng, preparing to take him to the hospital for emergency treatment.

“It’s too late. My vitality is spent; no medicine can save me now,” Jiang Zuofeng coughed up blood, his breath weak as he spoke.

“Mr. Lin, your medical skills are renowned. Please, save him,” Murong Zhang pleaded.

“I can. But it’ll cost extra,” Lin Yang replied.

“No problem. If you can save him, I’ll give you another hundred million,” Murong Zhang said at once.

“So, this bodyguard’s life is worth a hundred million to you?” Lin Yang remarked, pulling out a set of silver needles in preparation.

“Zuofeng has served me for over twenty years, saving my life more than once. I regard him as a son, so I beg you, Mr. Lin, to do your utmost.”

Lin Yang said with a faint, teasing smile, “I’ve saved you twice now as well. You don’t intend to treat me as your son too, do you?”

“You jest, Mr. Lin. I would not dare presume so much. From this day on, you are the most honored guest of the Murong family. Should you ever need anything, we will do all in our power to repay you.”

Lin Yang once again employed the Divine Reversal Acupuncture.

Saving Jiang Zuofeng was even more difficult than saving Murong Zhang. Lin Yang used nine needles, sweat soon beading on his brow, and the depletion of his inner energy was considerable.

Murong Wan’er phoned home. Half an hour later, over a dozen vehicles arrived.

“Dad, are you all right?” Leading them was Murong Yun, dressed in a cheongsam that highlighted her elegant figure, exuding both poise and grace.

Her features carried a classical beauty, flawless and refined.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, swaying gently like a soft breeze. Her bright, almond-shaped eyes radiated confidence and intelligence.

As Murong Yun approached, a subtle and pleasant fragrance wafted into Lin Yang’s nose—a true beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.

Murong Yun and Qin Menong were widely acknowledged as the Twin Flowers of Luo City.

“I’m fine, thanks to Mr. Lin. He saved my life twice today,” Murong Zhang replied.

“Is that him?” Murong Yun looked at Lin Yang as he applied his needles to treat Jiang Zuofeng, surprise flickering in her eyes.

“That’s right. Though young, Mr. Lin’s medical skill is profound, and his strength is extraordinary—he defeated a Seventh-Rank master in a single move.”

Murong Zhang gave a brief account of his sudden illness and the events that had just transpired.

Murong Yun’s gaze shifted from surprise to admiration as she looked at Lin Yang.

“Clean up the scene and don’t disturb Mr. Lin,” Murong Zhang instructed.

Murong Yun raised a hand and said to the bodyguards, “Clear everything—leave no trace. Keep one alive to find out who sent them; kill the rest.”

Murong Yun, head of the Dingsheng Group with assets worth billions, was known for her decisive and ruthless approach.

Lin Yang withdrew his needles. Jiang Zuofeng, who had been at death’s door, now regained his vitality and was even able to stand up on his own.

Murong Zhang and Murong Wan’er, having witnessed his injuries firsthand, knew how severe they were. Even if he’d been taken to the hospital, his chances of survival would have been less than five percent.

Yet in just a short while, Lin Yang had saved him with a few silver needles, and he was able to get up and walk.

It was simply miraculous.

They had never seen medical arts so unfathomable.

“Zuofeng, how are you feeling?” Murong Zhang asked.

“My internal injuries are healed. With a few days of rest, I’ll make a full recovery,” Jiang Zuofeng replied.

Murong Zhang was completely convinced by Lin Yang’s medical expertise.

“Mr. Lin—no, Divine Doctor Lin—your medical skill is truly on par with the ancient masters, miraculous beyond compare.”

“Thank you for saving my life, Divine Doctor Lin,” Jiang Zuofeng said, cupping his fists in gratitude.

“No need to thank me. Your master was willing to pay a hundred million for your life; I was just doing my job,” Lin Yang replied with a wave of his hand, visibly fatigued.

With his current strength, using the Divine Reversal Acupuncture to forcibly snatch someone from the jaws of death was still taxing, nearly draining his internal energy.

“Yun’er, Divine Doctor Lin looks tired. Help him into the car; we’ll head home,” Murong Zhang said.

“This way, Divine Doctor Lin,” Murong Yun said, opening the car door with a gentle smile.

In the whole of Luo City, Lin Yang was surely the first man for whom Murong Yun would personally open a car door.

“Yun’er, accompany Divine Doctor Lin. You young people should spend some time together,” Murong Zhang said, giving her a meaningful look.

Murong Yun understood at once, and entered the car to keep Lin Yang company.