Kill

Qin Yan released him, took a tael of silver fragments from his robe, and casually tossed it over.

Di Feng's eyes lit up, and he snatched it out of the air.

"Big brother, you're too generous."

Smiling broadly, Di Feng promptly spilled the locations of Qiao Shanwei's residence in town and his lover's place.

Qin Yan gave him a surprised look. "You sure know the details, kid."

"Hehe! I told you, I'm the one to ask around here. Anyone I've seen, anything I've heard, I can remember it all."

Di Feng pointed at his head and sighed. "If my family weren't poor, with my abilities, I'd have become a scholar at the very least."

Then he changed the subject. "Big brother, don't worry.

What happened today stays between you and me.

I know the rules!"

Di Feng hurriedly gave his assurance.

Qin Yan's eyes flickered as he considered whether to kill the kid.

But he soon put the thought aside.

Killing someone here in broad daylight wasn't very wise, and he didn't know how many other tricks Di Feng might have. If he failed, it would bring him unnecessary trouble.

For a moment, the atmosphere grew somewhat strange.

"You said you're from a martial arts school!"

Qin Yan's sudden remark made Di Feng freeze, but he immediately nodded.

"How strong is someone in the Qi-Blood Realm, the first step on the Martial Dao?"

Di Feng froze again for a moment. "If you want revenge, you can come learn at our Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School. It only costs ten taels of silver a year.

Our school master is a great expert in the Bone-Tempering Realm!"

Qin Yan's eye twitched. The kid had even started acting as a middleman.

"You only need to answer my question."

"No problem!"

Di Feng's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly said, "The Qi-Blood Realm, as the name suggests, is reached by tempering your body and using a breathing method. Over time, you'll feel a stream of Qi inside your body.

This stream of Qi washes through the flesh, making the body stronger.

Your strength increases greatly, and fighting ten men alone is no problem.

Once you reach a certain level, your skin becomes as tough as leather, ordinary clubs can hardly hurt you, and your strength is several times that of an ordinary person. You can snap a tree as thick as a bowl with one palm strike. That's the Skin-Refining Realm.

Next comes the Bone Tempering Realm. What it really means is refining the sinews and tempering the bones, cultivating both together until the sinews are like bows and the bones like metal.

Its strength is at least several times that of the Skin-Refining Realm. Strength, speed, and explosive power all rise sharply, allowing you to smash steles and shatter rocks with ease.

The top experts in Qinghe Town are mostly at this realm. As for the Marrow-Washing Realm, I don't know much about it."

Qin Yan fell into thought.

According to Di Feng, he must have reached the Qi-Blood Realm long ago, perhaps even the so-called Skin-Refining Realm.

After all, he really could knock down a tree as thick as a bowl with ease.

For his strength to rival someone in the Bone-Tempering Realm, his three stats would each have to reach at least 10.

"Big brother, if you want revenge, the safest way is to join a faction.

As the saying goes, it's good to enjoy the shade beneath a great tree."

Di Feng was eager to bring him into the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School. Qin Yan was clearly a promising martial arts prospect, as sturdy as an ox, and he didn't look very old.

Qin Yan glanced at him and left without looking back.

"What a shame! If I could've brought him into the school, I'd have gotten a two-tael referral fee!"

Di Feng shook his head slightly, but a flicker of excitement passed through his eyes.

"Out of the way!"

A squad of constables drove the crowd out of the street. Behind them, a burly man pulled a wooden cart, a human figure lying beneath a tattered straw mat.

Seeing this, the people around them thought it an ill omen and hurriedly made way.

At the roadside, Qin Yan caught sight of the figure on the cart, and his pupils contracted slightly.

It was the tomb robber he had met that morning. He hadn't expected him to die so soon.

Judging by the direction they were going, they were taking him to the mass grave outside town to dump him.

Meanwhile!

"Second brother, don't worry! I know what to do.

Go back and tell eldest brother to have them come stay in town for a while first.

Then I'll bring some men back with me."

Qiao Shanwei smiled coldly. "That Qin kid is no easy customer. If he finds a faction in town to take him in, I'm afraid he'll become a serious threat to our Qiao family.

I'll get rid of him as soon as possible."

A smile appeared on Qiao Shansheng's face, and he nodded.

"All right, I'll go back and tell eldest brother now."

"Second Master, that little Qin brat hasn't even grown all his hair yet. There's no need for Third Master to deal with him.

Once we get back, we can call a few brothers and break the kid's legs tonight.

In the pitch dark, no one will know."

Three figures moved indistinctly along a winding country path as a burly man spoke obsequiously.

"Qiao Dashi, don't underestimate that kid. I don't know what medicine he's been taking, but he's been shooting up. If you fought him, you might not win."

The other man, Qi San, said, "That old bastard Qin Zhaolin did have a good son, but with Second Master here, we can soon send the little brat to keep him company. He should be happy, right?"

Qi San's flattery brought a smile to Qiao Shansheng's face.

"Qi San, you sure know what to say."

When he heard no reply, Qiao Shansheng frowned and turned to look. His eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Qin Yan!"

Qin Yan had Qi San locked tight in a rear naked choke. Qi San's face was blue and purple, his eyes had rolled back, and he could no longer move.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bone rang out clearly on the silent path.

"You actually killed Qi San!"

Qiao Shansheng's voice trembled slightly, and his face was full of disbelief.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that this fourteen-year-old boy would dare kill someone right in front of them.

Even harder for him to understand was that Qin Yan's expression hadn't changed at all, as though he had done something utterly insignificant.

"Little bastard, a life for a life! You're finished! Just wait for the authorities to arrest you and chop off your head!"

Qiao Shansheng came to his senses. Qin Yan had dared to kill in broad daylight; it was surely a capital crime.

"Fucking idiot!"

Qin Yan slowly spat out the words, then advanced on the two men.

These two were nothing more than slightly sturdier ordinary men.

"Dashi, let's go together and break this little bastard's legs."

Qiao Shansheng knew the kid was no ordinary opponent. Now, all they could do was fight him.

One look at Qi San's death told him the kid had caught him by surprise.

In a head-on fight, he refused to believe two burly men couldn't subdue the kid.

"Little bastard, die!"

Qiao Dashi's good brother was dead, and his anger had yet to subside. He immediately raised a fist and swung it at Qin Yan's head.

"Courting death!"

Qin Yan smiled grimly.

As his fist was about to touch Qin Yan, a victorious smile appeared on Qiao Dashi's face, but in an instant, the figure before him vanished.

Qin Yan ducked low and lunged forward, appearing at his side.

As their figures crossed, veins bulged on Qin Yan's arm, and his fist struck Qiao Dashi in the crotch.

The terrifying force sent Qiao Dashi flying straight at Qiao Shansheng.

Before Qiao Shansheng could react, the two figures collided.

Another series of bones cracked.

Qiao Shansheng's breath stopped for an instant. The collision had broken one of his ribs.

Qiao Dashi fared even worse. His manhood had been smashed to pulp, and his pelvis had shattered along with it.

He didn't even let out a scream.

The terrifying agony had killed him outright.

"Qin Yan, what are you doing? Murder carries the death penalty."

Qiao Shansheng, the survivor, was scared out of his wits. The boy before him was just like a demon.

Qin Yan stared at him, his gaze as cold as a blade. A bone-deep chill left Qiao Shansheng cold all over.

He shoved Qiao Dashi's corpse aside and staggered backward.

"You Qiao brothers killed my father. Do you think I'll let you go?"

As he spoke, Qin Yan exploded forward, shooting straight at him like an arrow.

Qiao Shansheng raised his hands to defend himself, and suddenly his vision blurred.

An indescribable agony shot through his lower body. Immediately afterward, his wrist was clamped in an iron grip, and a tremendous force came at him.

Qin Yan caught his wrist, broke his arm, and slammed downward!

In a single exchange, Qin Yan kicked his crotch to pieces and crippled one of his arms.

The ferocity in Qin Yan's eyes showed no sign of fading. He seized Qiao Shansheng's shoulders with both hands and drove his knee hard into his spine.

A relentless series of heavy blows!

Qiao Shansheng lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.

"I never wanted to kill, but you kept pushing your luck. Now I have no choice but to kill your whole family."

Qin Yan spoke in a whisper like a demon from hell!

"No...!"

Qiao Shansheng's eyes widened, and he tried to say something more.

Crack!

Qin Yan's heavy punch smashed the back of his skull, leaving him dead beyond any doubt.