Chapter Five: Paying You Back in Flesh
After glancing twice, Lin Yin closed it with lukewarm interest.
To be honest, he felt no pressure from the college entrance exam.
Nor did he want to waste words with these brats.
As for the final mock exam, if it wasn’t linked to the actual college entrance exam, he wouldn’t bother attending.
Gulping down a dozen or so Qi and Blood Pills after a brief rest, Lin Yin buried himself in cultivation.
This time, to speed up his progress, he incorporated martial technique training.
Training martial skills alongside body tempering could accelerate the increase of his Qi and Blood value.
In his hand was a 150-pound alloy mo dao he had bought for half a million, a lower-grade profound item.
Normally, someone at the first level of Qi and Blood would find wielding such a weapon extremely difficult, if not impossible.
Yet in Lin Yin’s hands, it danced like a butterfly, moving freely, controlled with ease.
This was the power of the Heavenly-grade superior martial skill, “Three Thousand Mo Dao Slash.”
With the mo dao in hand, even demon kings could be cut down!
Adding to that was Lin Yin’s terrifying proficiency with swords from his previous life.
His Qi and Blood value steadily rose.
At noon, a simple test showed his Qi and Blood value had reached 195!
“Looks like by tonight I’ll reach the second level of Qi and Blood. Training combined with martial skills really makes a difference.”
Lin Yin hefted the fifty-pound alloy mo dao and spun it into a flourish.
At that moment, a loud crash came from outside.
“Right here!” Old Zhang announced.
The guard, A Long, wore a grim expression and kicked the martial arts school’s door down with a single blow.
The Lin Family Martial King’s Mansion emblem on his chest turned everyone inside pale with fear, forcing them to stand at attention.
Checking the delivery order briefly, A Long approached the door of Lin Yin’s practice room.
“This is the place?”
“The mysterious person who spent nearly three million in just one day?”
Without hesitation, A Long punched the steel door of the practice room like cutting tofu, piercing through it, then grabbed the frame and tore the door off.
Boom!
A Long’s eyes gleamed fiercely, his aura overwhelming.
But the next moment, upon seeing the person inside, his pupils contracted sharply, stunned, his aura dissipating.
“Lin Yin... is that you?”
Seeing the heir who had left home by cutting his hair, A Long instinctively wanted to call him “Young Master,” but remembering the Martial King’s orders, the words changed to “you” instead.
...
The phone rang.
After clearing the martial arts school, A Long cautiously handed over his phone.
On the other end, a brief silence hung, tense and calm like the eye of a storm.
Then came Lin Zhengyang’s characteristically grim voice.
“Did you sell that Earth-level cultivation method that appeared on the black market’s dark web?”
“Yes.”
Lin Yin leaned calmly against the sofa, as if he had expected all this.
Though he did not want any ties with the Lin family, he refused to let even a single hair of his possessions fall into their hands.
Helplessly, he had to act, forcibly changing the rules to drive out the Lin family’s account.
Naturally, this provoked their pursuit.
“Where did you get an Earth-level cultivation method? Stolen?”
“Believe what you want.”
He was too lazy to explain, and saw no need to.
People’s prejudices were as immovable as mountains.
No point wasting words on Lin Zhengyang.
“Fine, I won’t pry for now. Your younger brother just happens to need an Earth-level mid-grade body tempering method. Didn’t expect you, his elder brother, to have one. Now return the money to the treasury, cancel the transaction, and send the item back to the Martial King’s Mansion for your brother to use…”
Hearing this, Lin Yin laughed.
He had seen shameless people before, but none so brazen.
“Oh, your youngest son needs it? So I’m supposed to happily trot over and hand it to you?”
“No.”
“Not unless it’s two billion.”
Hearing silence on the other end, Lin Yin sneered coldly, “What? You’re not willing to spend twenty billion on your precious youngest son?”
Twenty billion—almost half the Lin Family Martial King’s Mansion’s fortune.
Lin Zhengyang was already angry.
Just then, Lin Tianjiao’s voice faintly drifted through.
“Dad, I don’t need it. I believe Brother Lin Yin has his reasons. Don’t worry about me. I can break through on my own…”
Hearing this, Lin Yin sneered again.
That little bastard always put on a show of being considerate and hardworking in front of his parents.
No wonder with such a sensible youngest son, which parent wouldn’t dote on him?
Especially compared to me, the incompetent, disrespectful eldest son.
“Last time asking—will you give it or not?”
As expected, Lin Zhengyang’s voice grew darker, filled with anger.
“Do you have any conscience at all?”
“You are my flesh and blood, I gave birth to you, raised you. Don’t just talk about a cultivation method—your whole self! You belong to me...”
Hearing this, Lin Yin laughed uproariously as if hearing a joke.
Then he suddenly grabbed the mo dao.
“Why can’t I ever sever this ridiculous blood tie...?”
“Since Martial King Lin doesn’t accept cutting hair to sever family ties and still values your flesh and blood so much, then I, Lin Yin, shall return it to you!”
“Born but not raised, abandoned to the wilds.”
“The flesh and blood before fifteen years old—you don’t deserve to mention.”
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“Entering your Lin Family Martial King’s Mansion, I weighed 108 jin; leaving, 119 jin.”
A Long’s eyes showed a hint of pity hearing this.
During the longest period of growth, the Young Master spent three full years at the Lin family but only gained 11 jin in weight...
Suddenly, the sound of a blade slicing interrupted A Long’s sympathy.
“Today, I will return this 11 jin of flesh and blood to Martial King Lin!”
The mo dao whipped up a whirlwind, heavy as a thousand pounds, fast as thunder.
A Long’s pupils contracted sharply; he hurried to block it but was too late.
Lin Yin’s blade was too fast.
From shoulder to chest.
An entire chunk of flesh and blood.
Lin Yin held the bloody mo dao, chin raised high, carrying the flesh and blood with a smile as he extended it before A Long.
“A Long, please deliver this back to Martial King Lin.”
The fresh piece of flesh, still twitching slightly and smelling faintly of coppery sweetness, caused A Long’s pupils to shrink in horror.
He dared not take it.
Silence fell on the other end of the line.
All surrounding Lin family guards looked at Lin Yin with shock, suddenly finding the Young Master before them utterly unfamiliar.
“Hospital! Take the Young Master to the hospital!”
A Long snapped out of his daze, shouting in panic.
Though the Young Master was unappreciated at home, he was still the Young Master.
The royal bloodline would not be broken.
If Martial King Lin found out A Long failed to stop the Young Master from self-mutilation, the consequences would be unthinkable!
But Lin Yin calmly set down the eleven jin of flesh and blood, his gaze cold and merciless.
“Today, I sever all ties with the Lin family. Please leave.”
“Young Master...”
“Go!”
A Long’s eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
Taking cautious steps and looking back several times, he carefully took out a high-grade hemostatic pill.
“Take it.”
“I won’t take a single grain of the Lin family’s things.”
Seeing Lin Yin’s resolute expression, unmoved and unyielding, A Long felt like crying inside.
He had no choice but to lead all the Lin family guards away in disgrace, personally carrying Lin Yin’s flesh and blood in a silver safe.
On the way back, staring toward the imperial capital, every Lin family guard felt immense tension.
Gazing at the gray skyline, it was as if they saw Martial King Lin’s grim face.
“Lin Yin’s blade was too fast—I didn’t even react in time.”
A Lin family guard skilled in swordsmanship suddenly said.
“You didn’t even see clearly? That can’t be. You’ve trained your blade to the seventh level of tendon-meridian.”
“Really didn’t see clearly,” he said gravely.
Recalling carefully, a chill ran down his spine.
“At the moment the Young Master raised and struck the blade, his shoulder didn’t move—only his wrist did.
“That’s something even seasoned sword masters struggle to do.”
A Long turned, eyes serious.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely! Without ten years of blade training, there’s no way to perform such a precise blade movement.”
Hearing this, A Long was startled.
He couldn’t understand why the Young Master was so strong yet chose to endure silently.