Ruining Song Qing

"Ah!"

Lin Dong suddenly stopped, shook his head, and let out a soft sigh. Xuan Su, who was walking ahead, noticed he hadn't caught up and turned to look.

The next moment, Xuan Su's expression darkened. Song Qing was enduring the pain, weapon in hand, as he launched a sneak attack at Lin Dong from behind. The aura he unleashed was even stronger than before.

Xuan Su's beautiful eyes narrowed. She flashed behind Lin Dong and was about to act when she heard him speak.

"Sis Su, let me handle this."

Xuan Su froze for a moment. While she was still caught off guard, an invisible wave of Spiritual Power had already surged toward Song Qing.

"Bang!"

Song Qing felt as if he'd been struck by a heavy blow. He flew backward and slammed into the wall behind him with a muffled thud.

"If it were me, I wouldn't kill him. But I'd cripple him myself, then challenge the strongest person in that so-called Song Family."

Cang Wu's indifferent voice rang in Lin Dong's mind. He had always hated such underhanded tactics. What's more, he was on the verge of being revived, yet now this trouble had sprung up. How could he not be angry?

"Kid, don't blame me for not helping you. If you do as I say, your Lin Family will have no trouble establishing itself in Yan City."

Lin Dong was taken aback. He didn't quite understand, but he trusted Cang Wu, so he didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, his figure blurring into a series of afterimages as he rushed toward Song Qing.

Song Qing had just gotten up from the ground when the light before him suddenly dimmed. He looked up and saw Lin Dong standing in front of him, his expression cold.

"You..."

Song Qing had barely managed to utter a single word when Lin Dong's palm struck him. Powerful Primal Energy erupted from Song Qing's dantian, and in an instant, the violent force destroyed the Primal Energy vortex within him.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed from Song Qing's lips, only to be stopped by an invisible force. It turned into a shower of blood that fell over Song Qing, who lay motionless on the ground.

"This..."

The two old men and Xia Zhilan were stunned by the sudden succession of events.

Xuan Su gazed at Lin Dong's back, her eyes showing both shock at his ruthlessness and a measure of approval.

The Lin Family wasn't weak. With Lin Zhentian, a Lesser Yuan Dan Realm expert, and Lin Dong, who could just barely be considered at the Lesser Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm, they were already strong enough to qualify as a major force in Yan City, on par with the Song Family.

But the Lin Family's foundations were too weak, making it difficult for them to expand into Yan City. Never mind a force like the Song Family—even a force with just one Lesser Yuan Dan Realm expert could cause the Lin Family enormous trouble.

So if the Lin Family wanted to develop in Yan City, they had to make their name known. They needed to use overwhelming force to trample the other major powers and establish themselves in the city.

Just like the situation before them: Song Qing and Lin Dong's dispute over the spots had already made the Song Family and the Lin Family enemies. Since that was the case, there was no need to hold back.

For the Wanjin Merchant Association, the choice between a fickle Song Family and a promising Lin Family that needed help at present was obvious.

Now that the farce had ended, Xuan Su immediately stepped forward. Her expression darkened as she said coldly,

"Managers, are you satisfied with this outcome?"

"Manager Su, this... we..."

The two managers were at a loss for words. They had only wanted to help Song Qing secure a spot. Who could have known that Song Qing wouldn't just fail to measure up, but would resort to such underhanded tricks?

What the two managers found most unbelievable was that this boy, who looked barely fifteen or sixteen, had acted with such ruthless decisiveness.

"Hmph. Take him back. If the Song Family has any objections, they can come to me!"

Xuan Su gave the order coldly. She didn't spare another glance at Song Qing, who lay on the ground, and called to Lin Dong.

"Little Brother Lin Dong, let's go. It's getting late."

Lin Dong answered and followed Xuan Su out. Xia Zhilan, who had finally come to her senses, glanced at Lin Dong, whose expression hadn't changed in the slightest. A glimmer of interest flashed in her eyes.

After looking at Song Qing, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, with disgust, Xia Zhilan hurried after them and questioned Lin Dong.

"Lin Dong, do you often fight people? You seem to have a lot of combat experience."

"It's nothing, really."

Lin Dong answered awkwardly and edged a little farther away.

Inside the hall, Song Qing glared at Lin Dong's back with venom. His twisted face looked like that of a vengeful ghost crawling out of a mass grave.

"Lin Dong, the Song Family won't let you get away with this! My father will avenge me himself!"

Pill Immortal Pool lay beyond a deep mountain in the eastern part of Yan City, so Lin Dong and the others still had to ride there.

Along the way, Xia Zhilan seemed fascinated by Lin Dong's decisive fighting style. It made him uncomfortable, and Xuan Su kept joining in, making him even more ill at ease.

"Kid, this won't do. You were taught by me, after all. If you go out looking like this, the juniors will see you and think you've ruined my reputation."

Seeing Lin Dong act this way, Cang Wu shook his head and sighed, sounding rather helpless. There was even a faint air of resignation in his voice.

Lin Dong had been feeling awkward, but the moment he heard Cang Wu's voice, he brightened and hurriedly replied in his mind.

"Senior Cang Wu, please stop teasing me."

"Heh, Lin Dong, you don't know, do you?"

Little Marten, who had been hiding off to the side, finally had a chance to talk about something he knew. He immediately put on a condescending tone and said with disdain,

"Senior Cang Wu was hailed as the greatest beauty of the ancient era. He had confidantes all over the world. You should learn from him."

"Oh? You little Sky Demon Sable have even heard of my reputation?"

Cang Wu raised an eyebrow. Little Marten gave an awkward smile. He tried to sound modest, but his little eyes betrayed his pride as he said,

"I know a little, just a little. Heh, it's mainly because one of my ancestors was deeply devoted to you back then, Senior. So there are a few records about you in our clan, just a few."

"You little rascal, you're not secretly cursing me for being heartless, are you?"

Cang Wu chuckled. Little Marten was about to deny it, but when he saw those deep-set eyes, all he could do was smile awkwardly and fall silent.

Back then, he had done more than curse Cang Wu for being heartless. He'd cursed him with every insult he could think of.

That ancestor of theirs had been one of the Heavenly Demon Marten clan's forebears, a top expert who had supposedly survived two Reincarnation Tribulations.

"Actually, it's nothing. I got used to it a long time ago. Sigh, sometimes having too much charm can be a real headache."