Yet Lin Ke still hadn't realized just how fiery a piece of ginger could become with age.
Bang!!!
Outside a certain now-vacant Firewood Courtyard, before Lin Ke could make out what was happening, several people dropped to their knees together at its gate with a thud.
This was the very Firewood Courtyard where he had once lived!
"Young Master Lin Ke, I am Murong Li, an old Daoist. I have learned what these wicked wretches did, and today I shall vent your anger for you!"
By the time Lin Ke realized what had happened, the scene before him had turned crimson.
"Ah!! My hand!!"
"Mmph... mmph..."
"I was wrong! I won't dare again! I won't dare again!"
The people kneeling on the ground were Murong Mu, his mother, and the Imperial Academy Doctor surnamed Murong and his mother.
Murong Mu's right arm had been snapped off at the elbow, and blood gushed out.
Doctor Murong had suffered even worse: both legs had been snapped off just above the knees, exposing stark white bones and streams of literary qi.
Beside them, the old woman's wrinkled face had been slapped swollen, and several of her teeth had been knocked out.
Only Murong Mu's mother remained unharmed.
Among them was another man who bore a seventy or eighty percent resemblance to Murong Mu.
"I am Murong Xu. Please quell your anger, Young Master Lin." With that, Murong Xu also knelt, saluted with cupped hands, then prostrated himself.
The next moment, his body shuddered, and his aura rapidly weakened. Wisps of spiritual qi mixed with blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
Lin Ke could sense that his Daoist cultivation, originally at the nascent soul middle stage, had plummeted straight to the nascent soul early stage.
He had crippled his own cultivation!