Lin Shan

Lin Dong's disregard immediately left Lin Shan embarrassed and unable to back down. He snarled viciously, "Hmph, I'm Lin Shan, your cousin. Lin Dong, stop playing dumb."

Lin Shan and Lin Dong were the same age, both fourteen, but Lin Shan was two months older. Strictly speaking, Lin Shan, the son of Lin Dong's second uncle, was indeed his cousin.

"Cousin? I don't remember having a cousin like you."

Lin Dong stood with his arms folded and gave Lin Shan an indifferent glance.

"Bullshit! Lin Dong, your father is trash, and you're trash too. Body Tempering Stage 4? Pah! My father controls the clan's finances, and I had a constant supply of Spiritual Medicine before I reached Body Tempering Stage 4. What right does trash like you have to reach Body Tempering Stage 4?"

"Were you cheating just now, trying to bluff your way through? Hmph, I'll definitely report your cheating to the clan."

Lin Shan's eyes shifted as he immediately tried to smear Lin Dong.

"If you can't do it, that only proves you're useless trash."

Lin Dong looked at Lin Shan with a faint, amused smile. How could he fail to see that Lin Shan was deliberately picking a fight? Since that was the case, he might as well grant him his wish today.

"Lin Dong, you're courting death!"

Lin Shan was still young and hot-blooded, unable to withstand such provocation. His face reddened as he stepped forward, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and smashed it toward Lin Dong's head.

"Grade 1 Martial Art, Falling Stone Fist!"

As his shout fell, several fist shadows appeared with a swing of Lin Shan's right arm, crashing down upon Lin Dong like a shower of falling rocks.

"That's not how you use Falling Stone Fist."

Looking at the Grade 1 Martial Art riddled with openings, Lin Dong shook his head regretfully. He raised his right arm and threw a straight punch upward, its force incomparably fierce.

It was also Falling Stone Fist!

Bang!

Before Lin Shan could even get close, his vision blurred and an immense force struck him. He was sent flying backward as though riding the clouds. Overwhelmed by shame and fury, Lin Shan's vision went dark, and he fainted on the spot.

Gulp...

A chorus of swallowing rose from the crowd. The clan youths who had just been gathered around Lin Shan stared dumbfoundedly at his limp, boneless body. Lin Shan, at Body Tempering Stage 4, had been knocked unconscious by a single punch from Lin Dong? Then Lin Dong's strength...

Hadn't they said that Lin Dong, Lin Xiao's son, was just as useless as his trash father? Otherwise, how would they have dared to come provoke him together?

"Tch, and you dared to come out and act tough with that little strength."

Lin Dong casually dusted off his palms, though there was no dust on them, then swept his gaze over Lin Shan's lackeys. They all retreated a step in fright. Lin Dong curled his lip and said, "Don't worry. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't beat you up. Also, carry this idiot Lin Shan back. The ground is cold. It wouldn't be good if he caught a chill."

Having said that, Lin Dong strolled away beneath the fearful, terrified gazes of the many clan disciples.

For the first time, the youth named Lin Dong stepped onto the clan's stage, dazzling beyond compare!

Over the next few days, Lin Dong visited the Trading Fair in Qingyang Town several times, hoping to find the Mossy Ancient Wood that contained the Ancient Swirl Talisman Seal. However, he had gained nothing so far. Still, Lin Dong was not anxious and would stop by whenever he had time.

"Lin Dong, Lin Dong..."

One day, while Lin Dong was calmly practicing calligraphy in his room, a familiar little fatty pushed open the door, panting heavily.

"Lin Changqiang, what is it?"

Lin Dong glanced at the newcomer, though his hand did not slow in the slightest.

"Lin Dong, Qing Tan was returning from a trip in the mountains when Lin Shan and his men stopped her. They said they were taking revenge for the humiliation you gave him a few days ago. He said that if he couldn't beat you, couldn't he beat your little sister instead?"

The chubby Lin Changqiang braced both hands against his knees and spoke at an incredible pace.

"What? Qing Tan was stopped by Lin Shan? Come on, hurry!"

Lin Dong's right arm jerked, deforming the half-written character on the paper. His expression changed drastically as he tossed aside his brush and stood.

"Lin Dong, you're such a good person. Qing Tan is so lucky to have a brother like you. You must be worried about Qing Tan's safety, right?"

Having caught his breath, Lin Changqiang looked at Lin Dong with great emotion. What a good brother.

"Why would I worry about Qing Tan? I'm worried about Lin Shan's safety. What if Qing Tan accidentally beats him to death?"

Lin Dong sighed deeply, his face full of helplessness.

Lin Changqiang: "..."

Though Qing Tan was a girl, her fighting style was exceptionally violent. Her temper was bad as well, and she was an Earth Origin Stage expert. Lin Shan was merely a Body Tempering Stage 4 weakling. Even ten Lin Shans tied together would not be enough to take a single punch from Qing Tan.

Qing Tan was still young and did not know her own strength. If she really accidentally killed Lin Shan, it would be troublesome. After all, no matter how awful Lin Shan was, he was still their second uncle's son. If he died at Qing Tan's hands, Lin Xiao would have a hard time explaining it to Lin Zhentian.

"Hurry up. If we get there too late, Lin Shan really will be beaten to death by Qing Tan."

Lin Changqiang opened his mouth, trying to say something, but Lin Dong grabbed him and pulled him away.

Behind the Lin Family estate lay a relatively vast forest, which contained quite a few high-grade Spiritual Medicines. Thus, members of the Lin clan often entered the back mountain to try their luck.

At that moment, the road leading into the forest was packed with Lin Family disciples who had come to watch the excitement. They formed layers upon layers of bodies, packed so tightly that not even water could pass through.

At the center of the crowd stood a little girl in pale clothing, her arms folded. Her features were exquisite, her skin as white as snow, and though she was still young, she already possessed a breathtaking beauty. She truly had the makings of an unparalleled beauty.

On the ground before the girl lay five or six youths in utterly miserable states. They squirmed and groaned with difficulty, as though they had just gone through a fierce battle.

"Lin Shan, were you the one who said, 'If I can't beat Brother Lin Dong, can't I beat Brother Lin Dong's little sister?' Sorry, but you can't beat Brother Lin Dong's little sister either."

The girl's spirited eyes glanced at one of the youths on the ground, and she spoke with utter disdain.

Hiss...

Lin Shan, sprawled limply on the ground, twitched painfully. Upon hearing those words, shame and fury made him bury his head deeper into the dirt.

He had never imagined that, before so many people, he would be defeated with one palm strike by a little girl who looked so delicate. Then this Demoness had swept through the five thugs he brought along like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves, knocking every one of them to the ground.

Did he, Lin Shan, have any dignity left? How was he supposed to remain in the Lin Family after this? How?

"Make way, make way, quickly make way..."

Just as Lin Shan lay on the ground playing dead and desperately pondering a way out, shouts rang out. A lean figure swiftly parted the crowd like a nimble fish and leaped into the open space.

"Hiss, it's Lin Dong. Damn it, that demon Lin Dong is here too."

At the sight of that familiar figure, Lin Shan shuddered violently in fright and silently buried his head even deeper.

Whew, thank goodness Lin Shan hasn't been beaten to death by Qing Tan yet.

After looking over the situation, Lin Dong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out and rubbed Qing Tan's head. "You little girl nearly scared me to death. Luckily, you still knew to hold back and didn't beat this idiot Lin Shan to death."