Taking Over the Golden Bull Martial Arts School

This world is seriously ill.

Lin Yu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was a deep stillness.

Now is not the time for pity and compassion.

He needs strength, strongholds, resources, and intelligence.

In this world, one person's strength is ultimately too weak.

The Golden Bull Martial Arts School was his first step in this boundless little world.

"Sir, all warehouses, secret rooms, and training rooms have been inventoried." A leader, now dressed in a clean uniform, stood bowing, holding a tablet computer in both hands.

"Weapons, resource reserves, Spirit Jade —it's all here."

Lin Yu glanced at the dense data on the screen, then looked at the person in front of him who was organizing the data.

"May I have your name."

The leader paused for a moment upon hearing this, then said, "Sir, my Zhao Chun."

The computer contained countless resources, including cash, real estate, vehicles, medicinal herbs, weapons, and even several genuine Spirit Jade.

Golden Bull Martial Arts School truly lives up to its reputation as a notorious local bully in Jiangcheng; they've certainly plundered quite a bit.

"Very good, well done. Go and get a Great Grandmaster's cultivation resource yourself," Lin Yu said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chun's eyes instantly lit up. "Yes! Thank you, sir."

Just as he turned to leave, Lin Yu's voice came.

"From today onwards, the Golden Bull Martial Arts School will be renamed."

Zhao Chun was taken aback. "Master, what should we name it?"

"Primordial Unity Martial Arts School."

Lin Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, echoing through the Nightscape:

"Anyone who has committed numerous evils and oppressed the common people shall be expelled from the sect and never be employed again."

"Anyone who refuses to leave will have their cultivation abolished and be thrown out of the martial arts school."

"The rest of you may continue your cultivation and duty as usual, with your treatment remaining unchanged, but on one condition: you are not allowed to harm ordinary people."

As he spoke, Lin Yu's sharp gaze swept towards Zhao Chun.

"Anyone who dares to hoard or oppress others, I'll cripple their cultivation and throw them into the slums in the west, so they can experience firsthand what it means to be alive."

"Yes, sir! I will obey your command."

What they feared was not only Lin Yu's strength, but also the new master's decisive and ruthless aura.

At the same time, on the other side of Jiangcheng.

The old Su Family was brightly lit.

The patriarch, Su Wanxiong, sat on a leather sofa, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest. Several bodyguards in black stood before him, their expressions solemn.

"Say it again?"

Su Wanxiong's voice was deep and carried the oppressive aura of someone accustomed to a superior position, "The Golden Bull Martial Arts School was taken over overnight by a young man named Lin Yu?"

"Yes, Master." The bodyguard bowed.

"Jin Potian is dead. All the Grandmaster in the martial arts school were suppressed with a single move. Now, no one in the entire Golden Bull Martial Arts School dares to resist."

The other Great Grandmaster were nowhere to be seen.

"Jin Potian is a piece of trash." Su Wanxiong sneered, but a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Didn't they just recently get on the good side of the envoy from the Upper Realm? What happened to those two people from the Upper Realm?"

"Missing..." The bodyguard swallowed hard.

"It's said that he chased Zhao Yan and Lin Yu into the mass grave and never came out again."

Su Wanxiong suddenly sat up straight.

The envoy from the Upper Realm has disappeared?

This is no small matter.

"Interesting." A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Lin Yu, who suddenly appeared, killed Jin Potian and made the envoy from the Upper Realm vanish into thin air."

"Jiangcheng is about to change."

"Master, should we make a move?" an old man asked in a low voice.

"With the Golden Bull Martial Arts School gone, that area in the west of the city is a real piece of meat."

"Make a move?" Su Wanxiong glanced at him.

"Go try and see if you can instantly kill Great Grandmaster. Keep an eye on it and see how the official response is."

Jiangcheng official administrative center building.

A clerk in a suit knocked on the door and entered, handing over a thick file with both hands. "Chief, urgent intelligence."

The bureau chief looked up, took off his glasses, and rubbed his temples. "Speak."

"Jin Potian, the master of the Golden Bull Martial Arts School, was confirmed dead last night."

"The martial arts school was forcefully taken over by a young man Lin Yu, who suppressed all dissent overnight and renamed it Primordial Unity Martial Arts School."

The bureau chief frowned sharply. "Where is Ancestor Jin? Where is the envoy from the Upper Realm? Didn't that ancestor of the Jin Family break through to Martial Venerable long ago? Can he tolerate this?"

"Ancestor Jin has also disappeared," the clerk said in a low voice.

"Together with those two envoys from the Upper Realm."

The pen in the director's hand clicked, slightly deformed from being squeezed.

Messengers from the Upper Realm are beings that even the official authorities treat with extreme caution.

Now, it's gone?

"Lin Yu." The bureau chief put his glasses back on, his gaze becoming serious.

"Investigate! Find out everything about him."

Also, prepare the car.

"Chief, are you going in person?"

"Go in person."

The bureau chief stood up and picked up his black coat from the back of his chair. "The Golden Bull Martial Arts School occupies the core area of the western part of the city. Cultivation resources, underground forces, and intelligence networks are all in his hands."

"I must meet this person."

Early the next morning.

Sunlight streamed onto the top floor of the tallest building in Jiangcheng.

This place was originally a business club used by the Golden Bull Martial Arts School to enhance its image, but now it has become Lin Yu's temporary residence and training room.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows, spotless, overlooking most of the Jiangcheng.

"Grown ups."

A respectful voice came from outside the door. "The officials have arrived; their car is downstairs."

Lin Yu stood by the window, looking down through the glass.

In the distance, a black official sedan slowly came into view on the street. The headlights were turned off, and several officials in black uniforms got out of the car one by one.

Lin Yu's lips curled into a slight smile.

He turned around, straightened the hem of his clothes, and said calmly:

"Let them come up."

Three people were sitting in the reception room.

Apart from the bureau chief.

He was accompanied by a woman in her thirties and a young clerk in uniform.

The woman had short, ear-length hair and sharp features. She held a teacup in her hand but didn't drink from it. Instead, she occasionally turned the rim of the cup, her gaze subtly surveying the furnishings in the hall.

The moment the door opened, all three of them turned their gazes to Lin Yu.

The bureau chief was the first to stand up, his movements unhurried, a formulaic smile playing on his lips, "Master Lin, I apologize for the intrusion."

Lin Yu didn't correct his form of address, took his seat in the main seat, and got straight to the point. "What is it?"

The bureau chief seemed somewhat surprised by his directness, raising a slight brow at the corner of his eye, and no longer bothered with formalities.

He gestured to the woman beside him, who then took a document from her briefcase and pushed it across the coffee table.

"Qin Zhao, Chief of the Martial Artist Management Section of the Investigation Department," Qin Zhao introduced himself, his tone businesslike.

"Last night, the Golden Bull Martial Arts School changed hands, Jin Potian died, and a fierce conflict broke out inside the school. According to Jiangcheng's public security regulations, we need to conduct a routine filing."

Lin Yu didn't look at the document, his gaze level with Qin Zhao's. "Filing a record?"

"It's just a formality." Qin Zhao smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"The new martial arts master's background, cultivation level, and the legal basis for taking over the martial arts school."

"These all need to be registered. After all, Jiangcheng has its Jiangcheng rules, don't you think?"

Lin Yu remained silent, and the reception room fell silent for a few moments.

The young male clerk behind Qin Zhao quietly tightened his grip on the gun handle at his waist.

Lin Yu glanced at him, and the male clerk felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him. He subconsciously held his breath, and his knuckles trembled slightly.