The Lin Family Evil Dog

For years, rumors about the Lin Family Evil Dog had circulated through Yulin City.

The Lin family's vicious white dog bit anyone it saw.

And since it was the Lin family's dog, even if you were bitten, reporting it to the authorities was useless—the yamen wouldn't lift a finger.

The "Lin" in Yulin City was the Lin family's Lin—the top local power, untouchable even by the government.

The Lin family neither compensated victims nor restrained the vicious dog, letting it roam freely.

Of course, these were all rumors.

The truth was that Little White, controlled by Lin Chan, only bit gang members who stole, robbed, or collected protection money, keeping Yulin City safe.

These thugs, knowing Little White had no mouth to speak, slandered him freely, crafting the image of a noble family's evil dog.

Three people spreading a rumor about a tiger made it real—Little White became someone everyone avoided.

Lin Chan couldn't be bothered to argue. He silently guarded Yulin City's peace.

Mostly, because it was fun.

As for the thugs who got bitten, they could only spread rumors to vent their frustration.

Some bold ones tried to ambush Little White with clubs, but without exception, they ended up taking twenty strokes at the yamen.

That only fueled the rumors further.

Claims that the government and the Lin family were in cahoots, indulging a vicious dog that harmed people.

All of this amused Lin Chan to no end, making him even more eager to punish those petty thieves and scoundrels.

Thus, his infamy grew.

"Bad Dog!"

A five- or six-year-old child hurled a stone at Lin Chan as he walked.

Lin Chan, already alert, dodged the stone easily, bared his teeth at the child, and lunged forward, pinning him to the ground with fangs exposed.

"Dad! Mom!"

The stone-throwing child wet his pants on the spot, tears streaming down his face.

He'd never play hero again.

Lin Chan chuckled inwardly, let out a low growl, then darted away without punishing the child further.

Push it too far, and adults would come.

Kids were naive, unable to tell right from wrong—Lin Chan gave him a chance to learn.

After being let off, the stone-throwing child scrambled away in terror, as if one step slower would mean being mauled to death.

After a lap around Yulin City, Lin Chan returned to the Lin family estate.

He practiced martial arts until the moon rose, then tried the Golden Flower Cat Moon Drawing Method.

Despite his reluctance to give up, Lin Chan achieved no results at all.

It was ultimately a cat's cultivation method—humans couldn't use it.

Lin Chan could only switch to Little Li's body, gather his cat underlings, and head to the usual clearing to Absorb Moon together.

Out of a hundred cats, only a handful still remembered the Golden Flower Cat Moon Drawing Method; most had forgotten it entirely.

"Boss! This move is so hard—why do we have to do it?!"

"Yeah! Might as well catch mice."

"So tired!"

"..."

The cats grumbled, having no attachment to cultivation, their minds only on eating, drinking, and playing.

"Just practice when I tell you to. Less chatter. Finish this, and at the end of the month, I'll take you all for a feast."

Lin Chan let out a low growl, backed by his intimidation skill, cowing the group.

Though the Golden Flower Cat Moon Drawing Method only worked on cats, Lin Chan often used Little Li's body, so raising Little Li's realm had some benefit for him too.

As for making the cat underlings practice, the reason was simple.

It boosted their intelligence, making them useful to him later.

So Lin Chan patiently led the cats through the Golden Flower Cat Moon Drawing Method, correcting their movements, without a hint of annoyance.

After a few days, four cats could complete the full set of techniques.

Meanwhile, Little Li, under Lin Chan's control, had smoothly begun absorbing moonlight essence and stepped onto the right path of cultivation.

It wasn't a full moon now, so the cultivation effect wasn't great—barely better than nothing.

If Lin Chan left Little Li's body and let her practice on her own, she could manage about seventy or eighty percent.

After all, when Lin Chan controlled Little Li's body...

Little Li didn't have control over the body, but she could still perceive the world and knew what Lin Chan was doing.

Through constant exposure, Little Li had learned a great deal.

In the future, if Lin Chan went out to seek immortals, he would naturally take Little Li with him.

After all, she was a rare companion he couldn't do without.

Lin Fangzheng had been away for a long time, but on this day, he returned home with a calm expression.

Every few years, Lin Fangzheng would go back to the main branch, bringing gifts and maintaining ties.

Lin Chan knew about this.

But this time, when Lin Fangzheng came back, he kept looking at him as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

After much deliberation, Lin Fangzheng finally called Lin Chan to the study for a private father-son talk.

"Chan'er, do you still remember Xiao Mengli, Sister Xiao?"

Lin Fangzheng asked.

"Is she Uncle Xiao's daughter?"

Lin Chan had heard the name before—she was the daughter of Xiao Ming, the third-ranked expert in Yulin City.

In a few more years, Lin Chan would be over ten years old, the right age for marriage arrangements.

Xiao Mengli was a year older than Lin Chan, a perfect match in age.

Lin Fangzheng had previously been interested in forming a marriage alliance with the Xiao family; several of his daughters had already married into it.

So when Lin Chan heard Lin Fangzheng bring this up, he thought he was about to propose a match. But since he had never considered it, he was mulling over how to refuse when Lin Fangzheng said:

"Your Sister Xiao was noticed by an Immortal Master from the Lingjing Sect a few days ago and has been taken there to cultivate."

"The Lingjing Sect?"

Lin Chan was a bit surprised.

"You've read all those strange tales and miscellaneous books in my study, haven't you? Half of the sword immortals and chivalrous heroes recorded in them come from Shu Mountain, and the other half from the Lingjing Sect. This Lingjing Sect is the second-largest sect in our Rong Country, with Shu Mountain being the first."

Lin Fangzheng explained to Lin Chan. Though he was just an ordinary mortal, he went to the main branch every few years and, through casual conversation, learned a great deal about cultivators.

But these matters weren't convenient to record in books.

And after returning home, Lin Fangzheng never mentioned them, keeping silent.

"Sister Xiao went to cultivate?"

Lin Chan couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.

"That's right. I originally wanted to arrange a marriage for you, but now that's impossible."

Lin Fangzheng sighed. Since Xiao Mengli had gone to cultivate at the Lingjing Sect, it was uncertain whether she would ever return to Yulin City, let alone get married.

"Father! It's fine. A good man never worries about finding a wife."

Lin Chan was very open-minded about it and didn't care at all. He wasn't in a hurry to marry.

Lin Fangzheng looked at Lin Chan, recalling the day he had brought him home ten years ago.

Ten years had passed like the blink of an eye. Lin Chan had grown from a tiny baby no bigger than a palm into the young man standing before him.

"Chan'er, you've already reached the Peak Acquired Realm. In just a few days, you'll break through to the Innate Realm. Your father is getting old."

Lin Fangzheng said with emotion.

He suddenly realized that the small city of Yulin could no longer contain Lin Chan. He would leave sooner or later.

Especially since Lin Chan often read novels about sword immortals and wandering heroes—he was probably very drawn to the path of cultivation. Perhaps it was time to tell him that one thing.

"Father! Your cultivation is deep—you're still young!"

Lin Chan said with a smile.

"A man grows old in an instant. Once his vitality declines, he can never lift it again."

Lin Fangzheng shook his head. He knew his own body. In less than ten years, he wouldn't even be able to maintain his current strength.

If he could live past eighty in this life, that would be fortune enough.

"Then I'll go to the immortal mountains and seek an elixir of immortality for you, Father, so you can live forever."

Lin Chan said with great ambition.

"I've always known your filial devotion, Chan'er."

Lin Fangzheng patted Lin Chan's head with satisfaction, and Lin Chan showed an obedient demeanor.

In his past life, Lin Chan had been an orphan. In this life, he treasured family bonds dearly.

"Chan'er, actually, there's something I've been hiding from you."

After their moment of father-son affection, Lin Fangzheng suddenly spoke.