Golden Finger

Looking at Qin Yan, who seemed like an entirely different person, and Qin Zhao and his wife lying on the ground.

The old village chief slowly recovered from his shock, and his gaze grew increasingly complicated as he looked at Qin Yan.

The indifference in Qin Yan's eyes and the complete change in the bearing he exuded from within.

He was completely different from the honest, kindhearted boy he had been before.

"They were one family, yet it came to this!"

The old village chief's feelings were extraordinarily complicated. Qin Yan's transformation had gone far beyond his expectations.

The two Qin brothers would probably regret this until their guts turned green.

"Qin Yan, how dare you hit me! An elder brother is like a father, you...!"

After a long while, Qin Zhao gradually caught his breath as he lay on the ground, and his gaze grew increasingly vicious as he looked at Qin Yan.

But before he could finish speaking.

Qin Yan had already charged up to him, just as the look in his eyes began to turn to terror.

"Don't!"

The old village chief's eye twitched at the sight, and he had just shouted the word.

A bang rang out.

Qin Yan swung his leg in a violent kick straight at Qin Zhao's face, sending blood splattering in all directions.

Aaaagh!

His face dealt a second heavy blow, Qin Zhao let out a truly miserable scream. He curled up and convulsed uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Qin Yan felt much of the resentment in his heart dissipate at once.

A brilliant smile spread across his face.

"My dear big brother, you didn't think I wouldn't dare lay a hand on you just because you're my brother, did you?

Do you still take me for that meek, submissive kid I used to be?"

Qin Yan viciously seized him by the hair and forcibly hauled his dear big brother up.

He raised his hands and slapped him wildly from side to side.

The smack, smack of the blows rang incessantly through the room, accompanied by Qin Zhao's agonized screams.

Watching the eldest get savagely beaten by the third brother, Qin Qing shuddered with fright and hid to one side, not daring to make a sound.

Only one thought filled his mind: Third Brother's gone mad!

How was this anything like his dear younger brother?

He wanted to speak but didn't dare, standing in the corner as if he had something to say but couldn't get it out. Then his eyes shifted to the old village chief.

"Uncle, stop Third Brother! Otherwise, Eldest Brother will be beaten to death!"

Seeing how anxious Qin Qing looked, yet how he didn't dare step forward to stop him.

The old village chief couldn't help rolling his eyes inwardly. This second son of the Qin family had some smarts, but not much.

In the end, he sighed.

"Ah Yan, stop hitting him. You share the same blood, after all!"

The old village chief finally caught Qin Yan's hand as he struck left and right, then patted his shoulder. "That's enough!"

Qin Yan felt refreshed. So this was what it felt like to cast morality and reason aside.

No wasted words, just get straight to it.

He had vented most of his resentment!

It wouldn't do to deny the old village chief face, either.

Oh, right!

There was one more.

Qin Yan fixed Qin Qing with an icy gaze.

Under the stare of those eyes, Qin Qing felt a chill sweep through his body.

I'm done for!

The old village chief couldn't help clutching his head at the sight. The next moment, Qin Yan charged toward his dear second brother, raising a fist and aiming it at his face.

Qin Qing had anticipated this and hurriedly raised his hands to block.

Thud!

An indescribable agony instantly shot through his crotch. Qin Qing's face turned the color of pig liver, and he curled up, his eyes rolling back as he nearly fainted.

"That felt good!"

Qin Yan beamed. He had learned some fighting moves in his previous life, but in that society with its well-established laws, he had rarely had a chance to use them.

Now that he had transmigrated to this world, he had easily taken down two people.

What Teacher Chen had taught him really was formidable.

Now that he had vented his anger, Qin Yan looked at the exceedingly familiar courtyard and walked out without looking back. He needed to find a place to study his golden finger as soon as possible.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a side room.

A pregnant woman was holding two children by the hand and looking toward the main room, her face slightly pale.

She was his second sister-in-law, Wang Fu, and the two children beside her were Qin Yan's nephew and niece.

After a single glance, Qin Yan left this place that was both familiar and strange.

As soon as he stepped outside the gate, he saw that quite a few people had gathered, craning their necks and eavesdropping.

Ignoring them.

Qin Yan followed his memories toward the Qin family's old house.

"How did the youngest Qin brother turn out like this? He beat both his brothers so badly they can't get up."

Quite a few villagers peered into the house. Seeing the sorry state of the two Qin brothers, they were surprised, but also a little gleeful at their misfortune.

Most of them looked as though they were simply enjoying the spectacle.

Only some relatives connected to the family by blood or marriage shook their heads in regret at how things had turned out.

A perfectly good family had fallen apart just like that.

The old village chief also shook his head and sighed. He knew Qin Yan harbored resentment, and the two brothers really had gone too far.

Watching Qin Yan's retreating figure grow increasingly distant.

The village might become a little different from how it had been before!

A dilapidated thatched cottage.

Qin Yan felt around and pulled out a key. He opened the wooden door to find an empty room covered in dust.

Some firewood was piled in a corner, and straw was scattered across the floor.

Looking at the room, with drafts coming in from all sides and light filtering through the roof.

Qin Yan indifferently cleared a clean spot and plopped down.

Only then did he notice that the wound on his forehead seemed to have scabbed over and begun to heal.

"It's healing so fast."

Qin Yan touched his forehead, astonished. It would probably be completely healed by around tomorrow.

[Qin Yan]

[Talent: Infinite Physique]

Strength: 1.4 → 1.2

Speed: 1.3 → 1.1

Spirit: 1.2 → 1.1

A panel appeared before Qin Yan's eyes. Not much time had passed, yet his condition had already recovered considerably.

So this is my talent?

Qin Yan thought to himself. He had inherited his predecessor's memories, and the latter had possessed no such recovery ability.

However, the body's base attributes really did belong to his predecessor.

At only thirteen or fourteen, he was already considerably stronger than an adult.

He truly did possess good talent for martial arts.

Unfortunately, those two fools were shortsighted and had insisted on forcing his predecessor to split the family.

But how did he use his golden finger?

Deep Blue, add points?

But there are no plus signs!

Qin Yan rubbed his chin, pondering how to use his golden finger.

He had tried calling for the system, but there was no response.

Skills: Unlimited Combat (beginner), Swimming (proficient), Archery (novice)

He looked at the three skills he had mastered.

He had learned Unlimited Combat and swimming in his previous life.

Archery, on the other hand, was a legacy his predecessor had left him.

Since he could master skills through learning, could he also improve his attributes through exercise?

Qin Yan searched his memories and discovered that his predecessor had also left behind a Basic Body-Tempering Technique he had yet to learn.

Qin Zhaolin had prepared it for him to train and strengthen his physique, laying a foundation for martial arts.

Unfortunately, storms could gather without warning. Qin Zhaolin's accidental death had thrown all those plans into disarray.

After their father's death, his two brothers, who had long been jealous of him, immediately turned against him, leading to the division of the family.

Qin Zhao had even struck his predecessor dead with a stick.

Qin Yan had also used a dirty move to collect some interest from the two brothers.

"Basic Body-Tempering Technique."

He could try practicing it.

Inside the thatched cottage, Qin Yan followed his memories and began practicing the Basic Body-Tempering Technique.

With each movement he completed, Qin Yan felt currents of warmth flow through his body. Sweat soon soaked through his clothes.

[Practiced the Basic Body-Tempering Technique for one shichen. Strength cap +0.1]

[Practiced the Basic Body-Tempering Technique for one shichen. Speed cap +0.1]