Lin Yi had just reached the courtyard gate.
Bang!
A thunderous crash—the gate flew open from a forceful kick, splinters scattering everywhere.
Two figures appeared in front of him: Lin Chen and his sister Lin Ling.
Lin Yi raised an eyebrow, looking at the uninvited guests, and asked calmly, "What do you want?"
Lin Chen was slightly surprised. This guy usually looked sickly and weak—why did he seem so much healthier today? Still, he didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a fleeting illusion. With a stern voice, he barked, "What were you doing, causing a ruckus in your yard just now? Don't you know I live next door? You woke me from my cultivation—how do you plan to settle this?"
Lin Yi's expression instantly turned cold.
Lin Chen, a third-stage Body Tempering cultivator. Back when Lin Yi was the pride of the Lin family, this guy had followed him around like a lapdog, always calling him "Yi-ge" with sycophantic affection. But the moment Lin Yi was crippled, Lin Chen's face changed—so fast it was almost comical.
Lin Yi's tone was icy: "We'll settle this with fists."
Lin Chen blinked, stunned. Fists? This cripple actually wanted him to fight? He had never heard anything so absurd in his life.
Lin Ling's face mirrored his shock. She had not expected Lin Yi to say such a thing. Furrowing her brows, she protested, "Lin Yi, are you insane? Apologize to my brother and let it go—otherwise, with your weak body, if he hits you—"
"Ling'er, shut up!" Lin Chen snapped, raising his hand to silence her, then turned to Lin Yi with a vicious grin. "If you want a beating, I'll give you one. I'll loosen up those stiff joints of yours myself!"
As he prepared to strike, Lin Yi's fist shot forward with a whistling sound, appearing directly in front of Lin Chen.
Lin Chen was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected Lin Yi to move first. Yet he remained unafraid. What could a worthless cripple possibly do to him?
Smack!
Lin Yi's punch landed squarely on Lin Chen's face.
Lin Chen's complexion changed instantly. It felt as if his face had been crushed by an iron block. He flew backward several meters, crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. Blood and broken teeth sprayed from his mouth; bones in his face fractured under the force. Pain seared through him.
"This… this can't be!" Lin Chen's eyes widened, his face drained pale. How could this feeble weakling have such strength?
Humiliation and rage surged through him. Struggling to rise, he bellowed through blood, "Lin Yi, you—"
Before he could lift his head, Lin Yi was already over him.
Thud!
A boot pressed down on his face, slamming his skull into the ground with brutal force. Another kick. And another.
The dull thuds continued relentlessly. The hard flagstone floor took the punishment, cracking under the impact. Spiderweb-like fissures spread outward from Lin Chen's head.
Lin Chen, head battered and bleeding, curled up and trembled uncontrollably, eyes wide with terror. How could this man be so terrifying?
Lin Ling's face had gone pale—her brother had been defeated. Lin Yi had been crippled; how could he possibly overpower her third-stage Body Tempering brother? Nothing made sense.
As Lin Chen's head nearly pressed into the ground, Lin Ling finally snapped, screaming, "Lin Yi, stop! Don't hit him anymore! Someone's going to die!"
Lin Yi ignored her. After he was crippled, Lin Chen had often beaten him to please Lin Feng, leaving him bloodied and humiliated every time. How could Lin Yi let him go so easily?
He paused briefly, straddled Lin Chen's chest, and clenched his fists, the wind whistling as his blows rained down on Lin Chen's face like relentless raindrops.
"Ugh… spare… spare me…"
Lin Chen stammered in panic and fear.
He couldn't understand it at all. Just yesterday, he had been tormenting this "waste," yet now he had suddenly become so strong and ferocious!
Lin Yi's expression remained cold and indifferent. Every punch he delivered was accompanied by the dull sound of bones breaking and Lin Chen's increasingly weak groans.
Blood and shattered flesh flew through the air.
Lin Chen's face visibly caved in, his features completely twisted and unrecognizable!
Soon, Lin Chen's body convulsed violently and then went completely limp, making no sound at all.
Lin Yi finally slowly withdrew his fists.
[Owner successfully committed violence, Violence Points +20][Owner successfully committed violence, Violence Points +20][…][Target detected dead, Violence Points +100]
"Looks like attacking a Cultivation Realm practitioner grants double the Violence Points compared to an ordinary person," Lin Yi calculated mentally.
He then turned to look at Lin Ling beside him.
Lin Ling trembled uncontrollably, her forehead drenched in cold sweat, her face pale as if all color had drained away.
"You… you actually… killed my brother!"
Lin Yi nodded slightly and said coldly,
"You should know what he did to me. Didn't he deserve to die?"
Lin Ling was momentarily speechless.
She was fully aware of all the bullying and humiliation Lin Chen had inflicted on Lin Yi, and it had indeed been unbearable.
Lin Yi looked at her and continued,
"As for you, you haven't really done anything too bad to me."
Lin Ling nodded repeatedly, afraid that this demon in front of her might turn on her at any moment.
"However…" Lin Yi shifted his tone, You have mocked me a few times."
Lin Ling's body shivered violently. Her face instantly lost all color.
She hurriedly explained,
"Lin Yi… I was only speaking with my mouth, I've always… sympathized with your situation!"
No sooner had she finished speaking than…
"Smack!"
A hard slap landed on Lin Ling's left cheek.
Lin Yi shook his hand lightly and said coldly,
"I don't know what's truly in your heart, only what you've said aloud."
"Smack!"Smack!"Smack!"Smack!"
Four consecutive slaps struck Lin Ling's face, swelling it badly, and blood trickled from the corners of her mouth.
[Owner successfully committed violence, Violence Points +20][Owner successfully committed violence, Violence Points +20][…]
Lin Yi finally stopped, then commanded Lin Ling,
"Take care of Lin Chen's body."
Lin Ling covered her swollen, bloodied face, nodding repeatedly, not daring to speak a single word.
Lin Yi ignored her and turned to leave the courtyard.
Watching Lin Yi's retreating figure, Lin Ling's eyes were instantly filled with anger and resentment. She ground her teeth and thought fiercely,
"Lin Yi… you waste… I still had feelings for you, and you treated me like this!"I'm not done with you yet!"
The Lin family elders were all busy managing the family business and were not at home.
The highest-ranking figure left in the Lin household now was Lin Yi's younger brother, Lin Feng, the family's favored young master.
Lin Ling decided to go to Lin Feng to tell him about Lin Yi's violent actions and demand justice for herself and her dead brother.
The Lin family estate was quite large, and Lin Feng, as the most favored young master, naturally had one of the finest courtyards in the family.
Lin Ling hurriedly walked toward Lin Feng's residence.
Just then, a tall young man approached.
"Lin Ling, what's wrong? Why are you in such a rush, and why is your face swollen like that?"
The young man asked with concern. He was Lin Dong, the son of the Lin family's eldest elder, a sixth-level Cultivation Realm practitioner.
Upon seeing Lin Dong, Lin Ling instantly broke into tears, her face full of grigriefLin Dong… It's all because of that waste, Lin Yi. He not only beat me like this but also killed my brother, Lin Chen!"
"Lin Yi!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Dong frowned tightly, filled with disbelief.
"Lin Chen was a third-level Cultivation Realm practitioner. How could that waste possibly have killed him?"