All Beings Are Equal, What Good Is Fighting!

Jiang Ruoxue's beautiful eyes blazed with fire, her heaving chest rising and falling with fury.

The large bag of vegetables and meat in her hand crashed to the ground with a clatter.

She had planned to come back early and spend some quality time with Jiang Cheng to strengthen their bond.

Instead, she caught him crouched in front of that woman Qin Yan, intimately holding her foot in his hands.

Good thing she came back in time, or she'd have been blindsided.

Jiang Cheng was a foot fetishist? Hers weren't bad either!

Uh...

There was no explaining this now.

"You... why are you back so early?"

Jiang Cheng scratched his head awkwardly, a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

Qin Yan watched Jiang Ruoxue with keen interest.

This woman's temper was still just as explosive.

Over the past few days, Qin Yan had sent people to investigate Jiang Cheng's affairs.

With the Qin Family's resources, it was easy to get all the information.

Jiang Ruoxue and those other women were getting far too close to Jiang Cheng—completely different from their past lives, as if they'd become different people.

That made Qin Yan suspect they had also been reborn.

At first, she had wanted to keep Jiang Cheng all to herself, but she knew those women's feelings for him were too deep to let go.

So she'd loosened up—as long as she was the main wife, the rest didn't matter.

She only needed Jiang Cheng three days a week; the other women could fight over the remaining time.

But now, it seemed this little sister of hers wasn't too willing to submit.

No sense of timing at all, daring to interrupt her fun. Did she really think Qin Yan was a pushover?

No one in this world could push her around except Jiang Cheng.

It looked like she, as the elder sister, would have to find a chance to assert her authority.

"Looks like I came at a bad time and ruined your fun."

Jiang Ruoxue's eyes reddened, her voice trembling with grievance as if she might cry.

Hey, hey, hey!

Don't make it look like I'm bullying you.

Jiang Cheng panicked, unsure what to do.

Wait a minute—

He and Jiang Ruoxue weren't even in a relationship, so why was he so afraid of her?

And he hadn't done anything with Qin Yan—it was all perfectly innocent.

Still, seeing Jiang Ruoxue's emotional state, Jiang Cheng sighed and softened, explaining, "It's not what you think. Qin Yan twisted her ankle, and I was about to rub some medicinal wine on it."

"Really?"

Hearing Jiang Cheng patiently explain, Jiang Ruoxue felt a bit better, but she still pouted skeptically.

"Why would I lie to you? Look at the bottle yourself—isn't it medicinal wine?"

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes helplessly.

Jiang Ruoxue finally glanced at the bottle on the ground: 'Safflower Wine.'

So it really was a misunderstanding.

But she was still jealous, okay? She was here first~

"You must be Sister Ruoxue."

Just then, Qin Yan drawled her words with a pointed tone, "It's been so long, hasn't it!"

Jiang Ruoxue's expression turned complicated. She and Qin Yan had never met in this life—that left only one possibility...

"You two know each other?"

Jiang Cheng looked between the two women suspiciously.

According to the plot, they shouldn't meet until after Ye Bufan went to the Capital.

Looks like his deviation from the storyline was causing another ripple.

Qin Yan casually made up an excuse to brush it off. She had no intention of telling Jiang Cheng about the unbelievable matter of their rebirth.

In this life, she would block every open spear and hidden arrow for Jiang Cheng.

The Jiangcheng Lin Family

was situated on a treacherous piece of land nestled against mountains and rivers.

As one of the Four Great Families, the Lin Family kept the lowest profile, rarely attending business banquets.

Yet no one dared to overlook them, because Old Master Lin was an Ancient Martial Artist at Peak Inner Strength.

On a bluestone staircase, Ye Bufan, covered in mud, felt a surge of joy as he gazed at the ancient buildings ahead.

"This must be the Lin Family my master mentioned."

"Where did this beggar come from? Begging all the way to our Lin Family doorstep—get lost."

Before the vermilion gate, two burly men in black cloth shirts furrowed their brows and barked harshly.

Beggar?

Your whole damn family are beggars!

Ye Bufan swallowed his anger and spoke politely, "Gentlemen, please trouble yourselves to inform Old Master Lin. I am—"

"I don't care who you are. Leave now."

Before Ye Bufan could finish, one of the burly men cut him off. "You think you're worthy of seeing the Old Master?"

"And if I insist on going in?"

Ye Bufan was seething inside. Nothing had gone smoothly since he came down from the mountain.

Even a clay figurine has a temper.

Did they really think he was that easy to push around?!

The two burly men exchanged a glance and sneered, "Then we'll have to throw you out."

With that, they leaped forward, hands turning into claws as they struck at Ye Bufan.

A moment later, Ye Bufan cast a cold glance at the two men lying on the ground, then turned and walked toward the gate.

He kicked out, and the gate crashed down with a thunderous boom.

The Lin Family members, who had been training in martial arts, froze for a moment, then surrounded him with hostile glares.

Kicking down the door—wasn't that grinding their Lin Family's face into the dirt?!

"Are you here to pick a fight?!"

Ye Bufan couldn't be bothered to explain. He was ready to vent some steam.

Otherwise, he'd really go crazy.

Today, he was going to take on ten!

Ye Bufan stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the air of a grandmaster. He narrowed his eyes and crooked his finger at the Lin Family members.

"Come at me all at once. Don't say I'm bullying you."

The Lin Family members ground their teeth in fury. Damn, this guy was way too arrogant.

From the crowd, someone shouted, "Grab your weapons. Go!"

Ye Bufan curled his lips into a cold smirk.

Today, he'd show these country bumpkins what true genius looked like, what a grandmaster's bearing really meant.

As his figure darted through the crowd, screams rang out one after another.

In less than three minutes, every Lin Family member lay on the ground, groaning.

Hell yeah!

This was what being the Protagonist felt like.

Ye Bufan wanted to burst into song and declare to the world, I, Ye Bufan, am back on top!

Suddenly, something hard pressed against the back of his head.

"Kid, you're pretty cocky, huh? Try moving, and see what happens."

A cold voice sounded from behind Ye Bufan.

"You're good at fighting, so what? Fighting's useless. One bullet from me, and you'll be meeting your great-grandma."

Gurgle~

Damn, no martial honor.

Ye Bufan broke out in a cold sweat. Even a grandmaster couldn't dodge a bullet at this range, let alone someone who had just entered Internal Strength.

Hesitation leads to defeat. Better to play it safe.

"Don't be rash. Peace is best. Killing is against the law."

Ye Bufan decisively raised his hands and slowly turned around.

A middle-aged man of average build with deep-set eyes was pointing a pistol straight at his forehead.

"Against the law? You little bastard barged into the Lin Family and beat up all my brothers. I'm just defending myself by killing you, got it?"

Ye Bufan: "..."

Hasty move. You had a gun—why didn't you say so earlier!

"Once that gun goes off, you're implicated too. That's illegal firearm possession."

"Are you stupid, kid? I've got a silencer on."

Was Ye Bufan really going to die here?

He couldn't just wait to be killed. He could still turn the tables.

Ye Bufan gritted his teeth, ready to fight to the death.

Just then, an aged voice rang out softly, "Pengwen, put the gun down."