Chapter 139: Liu Yiming Severely Injured

The Liu Family villa was a scene of warmth and cheer.

Having recovered enough to stand after a few days of rest, Liu Yifang frolicked about, singing and dancing. The entire room was filled with joyous laughter.

Her dance finished, Liu Yifang turned and walked to the tea table. She picked up a cup and brought it over to Liu Yiming.

"Grandpa, please have some tea! You've worked so hard, running all over the place for my sake!"

Liu Yiming was immensely pleased, saying repeatedly, "Good, good!"

Liu Qizhou pouted. "What about me? Don't I get any credit for working hard?"

Liu Yifang quickly threw her arms around her father's neck and gave him a big kiss.

"Dad, you worked hard too. But you've already got tea, see?"

Liu Qizhou was very satisfied and roared with laughter.

Suddenly, the smile vanished from Liu Yiming's face.

Sensing something was amiss, Liu Qizhou asked urgently, "Dad, what is it?"

Liu Yiming said, "I have a terrible premonition. My heart is racing, and my eyelid won't stop twitching…"

Liu Qizhou said, "Maybe you're just tired? You've been running yourself ragged lately."

Liu Yiming thought for a moment. "I hope that's all it is."

Suddenly, an earth-shattering BANG came from beyond the compound walls.

A man's voice, full of authority and killing intent, roared.

"Liu Yiming, get out here!"

Everyone in the villa felt their hearts sink. They hadn't expected the old man's premonition to be so accurate.

Liu Qizhou said, "Dad, stay here. I'll go see what's happening."

Liu Yiming waved his hand dismissively. "Nonsense! When someone issues a challenge, you meet it at once. Otherwise, they'll think you a coward!"

Liu Qizhou said urgently, "Dad, what's more important, your pride or your life? The Liu Family can't lose you!"

"But if we lose our pride, the Liu Family loses everything," Liu Yiming said gravely. "Do you understand? A great family like ours survives on its reputation."

'How could Liu Qizhou not understand?'

But he was still more worried that something would happen to Liu Yiming.

Liu Yiming pushed the door open and stepped out to find the courtyard in utter chaos.

The massive, antique bronze gates lay on the ground, torn from their hinges.

Guards stood at the entrance, their expressions grim and vigilant.

But the arrivals at the gate paid them no mind.

Their gazes had already bypassed the guards to lock onto him.

"Liu Yiming. It's been many years. We've both grown old!"

"Jin Guangshi. It has been a long time! Making such a grand entrance... you certainly flatter me."

"But of course. I, Jin Guangshi, went undefeated for ten years, only to have that record shattered by you. How could you expect me to swallow that insult? Do you dare fight me for another three hundred rounds?"

Liu Yiming had no choice. When an enemy showed up at his doorstep, there was only one option: accept the challenge.

Jin Guangshi sank his energy into his Dantian and rooted his feet to the ground. His aura was as formidable as it had been in his prime.

He had been in secluded cultivation on the mountain for a very long time, pushing himself to the limit every single moment. Compared to Liu Yiming, who had been weathered by the ups and downs of secular life, they were simply in different leagues.

Liu Yiming's eye for skill was as sharp as ever. Seeing Jin Guangshi's condition, he chuckled.

"Excellent! Very impressive! You've made considerable progress!"

Jin Guangshi sneered. "Of course! But what about you? Do you still possess the power you used to defeat me?"

The words had barely left his lips when Jin Guangshi charged at Liu Yiming.

He unleashed a powerful, lethal strike without a moment's hesitation.

Liu Yiming didn't dare to meet the blow head-on. He took half a step back, attempting to use a neutralizing technique to redirect the force of the attack.

But Jin Guangshi's power was far beyond what he had imagined.

Liu Yiming's own power was like a fragile feather, swept aside and sent flying.

'How can this be!' Liu Yiming's expression changed drastically as he desperately tried to regain control of his body.

But he was in mid-air with nothing to use for leverage.

Jin Guangshi blurred into an afterimage, closing the distance and landing a vicious palm strike squarely on Liu Yiming's chest.

Liu Yiming fell like a broken sandbag, plummeting downward.

It was simply…

Liu Qizhou shot forward and caught his falling father.

In truth, if he had hit the ground, the fall would have surely resulted in grave injuries.

The pillar of the Liu Family would have crumbled.

Jin Guangshi let out a long breath, releasing the power that suffused his body.

"It seems I've won! I had intended to kill you to finally sate my hatred, but you've become so weak. Killing you now would only dirty my hands."

With that, he turned and departed with a casual flourish.

Yang Qitian was thrilled. 'Junior Master Jin is so strong!'

His senior brother, however, was not particularly impressed; he had witnessed Jin Guangshi's power before.

Liu Qizhou quickly lifted his father and shouted, "Get the car, now! We're going to the Holy Medicine Hall!"

Liu Yiming waved his hand. "Nonsense, I don't need to go! I'll be fine after a bit of quiet rest."

Since he hadn't hit the ground, his injuries weren't actually that severe. He just needed to rest for a while.

But how could Liu Qizhou possibly allow his father to take such a risk?

No matter what, he had to get his father to the Holy Medicine Hall immediately.

"Dad, please, just listen. Let's go to the Holy Medicine Hall! Jin Guangshi has been cultivating on that mountain for years, while you've been away from that life for so long. Of course there's a difference between you! There's no shame in losing to him!"

Liu Qizhou pleaded anxiously. Unable to refuse his son's repeated demands, Liu Yiming finally waved his hand in resignation.

"Fine, let's go!"

The victorious Jin Guangshi settled back into the car. Yang Qitian's eyes shone with adoration as he watched him.

"Junior Master Jin, that was magnificent! If only I could be that powerful when I go to kill Mu Lin!"

Jin Guangshi chuckled. "I'm not going to kill that brat for you. This is your score to settle. However, if you show the right attitude, I might be willing to offer some advice."

Yang Qitian understood the implication in his Junior Master's words, and his eyes gleamed with even greater excitement.

'Mu Lin is a dead man!'

"Now that Junior Master has let off some steam, shall we head home? Junior Brother, it's been quite a few years since you've been back, hasn't it?"

At the mention of this, Yang Qitian's expression turned grave and dark once more. His perfectly happy home had been destroyed by Mu Lin.

'If I don't kill Mu Lin, I, Yang Qitian, am not worthy of being called a man!'

A murderous glint flickered in his eyes.

As the car approached the Yang Family Villa, they saw the main gates were shut so tightly one might wonder if anyone even lived there anymore.

Yang Qitian suddenly said, "Huh? Is that someone over there?"

Jin Guangshi roared with laughter. "Your senior brother and I noticed them long ago. We didn't say anything because we wanted to test your awareness. It seems you pass."

"Go on. Deal with them." Yang Qitian got out of the car. He returned a moment later, his hands stained with fresh blood.

"All cleaned up! Consider this a down payment on the interest. I will take back everything they owe me, bit by bit!"

Jin Guangshi nodded in satisfaction. "Exactly. That's the spirit I want to see!"

Instead of getting back in the car, Yang Qitian walked up to the gate and pounded on it.

"Is anyone home? I'm back!"

A servant inside heard the familiar voice and pulled open the door to look.

It was the Second Young Master, who had been gone for so many years!

Since the family had already been contacted by phone, the servant wasn't overly surprised, but instead ran inside to report.

"The Second Young Master is back!"

Yang Qitian could no longer contain himself and practically lunged inside.

A servant emerged, pushing a wheelchair. Slumped in the chair, his face twisted and slack, was Patriarch Yang.

"Grandpa!" Yang Qitian rushed toward Patriarch Yang. "Grandpa, how did this happen to you!"

When he left over a decade ago, his grandfather had been so hale and hearty, even talking about sparring with him.

But now, things were completely different.

"Why? Why!" Yang Qitian wailed.

Patriarch Yang said, "It was Mu Lin of the Li Family… It was all because of him!"

Yang Qitian's eyes grew as dark as night, and he gritted his teeth.

"I will tear him into a thousand pieces!"

Jin Guangshi stepped forward and placed his fingers on Patriarch Yang's wrist.

After a moment, he said, "Qitian, don't panic. This can be fixed. Elder Yang was only crippled by a technique; it's not fatal… I suppose that Mu Lin brat showed some mercy, in a way."

Yang Qitian's eyes reddened when he heard his Junior Master's words. "Mercy? If he had any mercy, he wouldn't have killed my father and my brother!"

A flash of anger crossed Jin Guangshi's eyes. "What's the use of shouting at me? If Mu Lin were truly ruthless, Patriarch Yang would have been dead long ago!"

Patriarch Yang struggled to raise a hand. "One billion! That's what this life cost me!"

'One billion! That bastard!'

Yang Qitian gritted his teeth so hard it felt like they would shatter.

'How could he make such an exorbitant demand!'

Yang Qitian's eyes were bloodshot. At that moment, his mind was consumed by a single thought: revenge.

"Revenge!"

Jin Guangshi patted Yang Qitian's shoulder, the anger he'd felt toward his junior martial nephew a moment ago vanishing.

'The kid hasn't had it easy.'

'The Yang Family had suffered a terrible disaster; it would be enough to drive any sane person mad, let alone a young man who had just endured over a decade of hardship on the mountain, singularly focused on serving his family.'

"Don't worry. Your Second Junior Master can handle a technique like this. We just have to wait for him to get here."

Yang Qitian's eyes filled with hope.