Chapter 284 283: An Easy Kill

Vajra Zhenren said, "Junior Brother, what's your assessment of his cultivation?"

The Second Martial Uncle replied, "He's at the initial stage. Senior Brother, you could kill him with ease."

Yang Qitian's Third Martial Uncle wore green robes and had an extremely violent temper.

"Where is the man who killed my junior brother! I want him dead!"

"Third Brother, be patient. He's a dead man walking. What's the harm in letting him keep his head on his shoulders for a little while longer?"

"You are right!" the Third Martial Uncle said.

Yang Qitian helped his grandfather into the house, bringing the Second Martial Uncle with him to begin the treatment.

After a short while, Patriarch Yang stood up. Power surged through his body once more, and the precious sensation made him appreciate the value of life more than ever.

"Thank you, Master!" Patriarch Yang bowed deeply. "This great kindness... I truly..."

"Think nothing of it. We're all allies here. Qitian's talent is impressive, and he still has room to grow. Who knows, I might have to rely on him to make a living in the future!"

"You are absolutely right!" Patriarch Yang bowed deeply once more.

Seeing his grandfather walk out as if he were perfectly fine, Yang Qitian was incredibly moved.

"Grandpa, you've finally recovered!"

Patriarch Yang waved his hand. "It's a small matter, not worth mentioning. The biggest problem right now is how to deal with that brat, Mu Lin."

Yang Qitian bowed deeply to Vajra Zhenren. "Master! I implore you, please take action and teach Mu Lin a lesson!"

Vajra Zhenren smiled faintly. "Go. Tell that man I'm waiting for him at the Yang Residence. If he kowtows with every step on his way here, I might just spare his worthless life."

A murderous glint flashed in Patriarch Yang's eyes. Finally, he no longer had to hold back!

At the Li Group, in the president's office, Li Xue was busy reviewing documents.

"President Li, Vice Team Leader Qin is back!"

Li Xue waved her hand. "Just have him come see me. Say no more."

A moment later, Mu Lin walked in.

"President Li?"

Li Xue shifted uncomfortably. 'Why does it feel so weird when Mu Lin calls me that?'

"Is that matter settled? How is the worker's daughter doing?"

Mu Lin smiled. "It's taken care of. I got all the money back. She was accepted into an excellent school in Di Yang, so she has a very bright future ahead."

"You've worked hard. There's an allowance for business trips; just talk to Manager Xue and he'll arrange it for you."

Mu Lin thought, 'Is this really Li Xue? Why isn't she docking my pay for once?'

Li Xue asked casually, "You ran into some trouble, didn't you? Is someone after you?"

She pretended it was a casual question, but her palms were already sweating.

"Some people are targeting me, yes, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"Fine. You can go back to work now."

Mu Lin turned and left.

Li Xue looked at Mu Lin's retreating back with disdain.

"You? Hmph! I ask you a question and you don't even answer. Well, don't come asking me for help when you get into trouble!"

Li Xue chided softly, pointing at the closed door.

Of course, Mu Lin heard her complaint and shook his head with a wry smile.

'As if this is something you could handle.'

'If Li Xue really had that kind of power, the old man wouldn't have sent me here to repay his debt.'

Mu Lin had only taken a few steps when a security guard rushed toward him. "Team Leader Mu, it's terrible!"

Mu Lin asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's a huge mess! You need to go downstairs! I... I can't explain it properly!"

'Vajra Zhenren's men must be here already, causing a scene downstairs,' Mu Lin thought.

Mu Lin smiled. "Alright, thank you. I'll go down and take a look."

With that, he headed downstairs.

As Mu Lin walked, he used his divine sense to scan the floor below.

The situation was indeed serious.

He was a Martial Arts Grandmaster, effortlessly tearing through the security guards. The sight was horrifying.

The guards were sent flying, utterly unable to fight back.

Even the few elite guards who charged forward didn't last more than a couple of exchanges.

Mu Lin entered the lobby and first checked on the regular guards. He used a needle to stabilize their injuries, then moved on to the elite bodyguards. He transferred a breath of True Qi into them, allowing them to begin healing themselves.

The Martial Arts Grandmaster narrowed his eyes. "So you're Mu Lin?"

Mu Lin said, "Spit it out!"

The Martial Arts Grandmaster's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Vajra Zhenren awaits at the Yang Residence for you to accept your death. Of course, if you get there by kneeling with every step, he might spare your life."

Mu Lin chuckled. "What's he dreaming about? Is he so close to death that he's started hallucinating?"

The Martial Arts Grandmaster sneered, "Are you looking to die?"

Mu Lin retorted, "You're just a messenger. Why did you have to hurt people?"

The Martial Arts Grandmaster's tone was dismissive. "I am a Grandmaster. They dared stand in my way. Who else was I supposed to hit?"

Mu Lin snorted coldly. "They're my people. Are you prepared for the consequences of hurting them?"

"Prepared? Prepared for what?" the Martial Arts Grandmaster laughed loudly.

Mu Lin suddenly leaped up, his figure blurring as he lunged straight for the Martial Arts Grandmaster.

The Martial Arts Grandmaster was shocked. Before he could even get a clear look, he felt a massive impact on his chest. A mouthful of blood erupted from his lips as he was sent tumbling into the distance.

With a light leap, Mu Lin shot through the air as if flying.

He descended upon the fallen Martial Arts Grandmaster, his foot landing squarely on the man's chest, right over his heart.

In an instant, his heart meridians shattered. He couldn't be more dead.

Mu Lin picked up the corpse and headed toward the Yang Residence.

He'd been there before and knew the way well.

Inside the Yang Residence, the entire Yang Family was eagerly awaiting the sight of Mu Lin on his knees, begging for forgiveness.

Even though they expected him to grovel pathetically, they had no intention of actually sparing him.

Vajra Zhenren was calmly sipping tea on the side.

He suddenly raised his head. "The brat is here!"

A wave of excitement swept through the Yang Family. 'He's finally come to deliver himself to death!'

They rushed to the window, peering out with smug anticipation.

But a corpse crashed through the window and tumbled twice across the main hall.

"What the hell?!"

"That was the Grandmaster I just hired!" Yang Qitian shrieked, his fury boiling over.

Patriarch Yang was beside himself with anger. He'd spent so much money, only for the man to die without making a peep.

Although the Yang Family had plenty of money, they couldn't just burn it like this.

With the man dead, the money was all down the drain.

Moreover, they had lost face. It was utterly humiliating.

Mu Lin said, "What now?"

Yang Qitian roared, "We're going to kill you, of course!"

"Great. I suppose the so-called Vajra Zhenren will be making a move now? I'm actually looking forward to it."

"Vajra Zhenren, where is he? Come out, let me see what you've got."

With a grim expression, the Second Martial Uncle rose and stepped before Mu Lin.

Mu Lin said, "You're Vajra Zhenren?"

The Second Martial Uncle said, "I am his junior martial brother! I will be your opponent!"

Mu Lin glanced at him. "The junior brother, huh?"

The Second Martial Uncle saw the scorn in Mu Lin's eyes and replied coldly, "I am!"

Mu Lin said, "You're too weak. Fighting you would be boring. Just send out Vajra Zhenren. If I'm going to fight someone, I'll fight the one in charge."

"You punk! You dare look down on me?" The Second Martial Uncle had a notoriously bad temper, and Mu Lin's dismissiveness sent him into a rage. "You just watch!"

He lunged forward, his skin instantly taking on a metallic sheen.

"Second Brother, hold on! I'll deal with him! Our youngest brother was closest to me. Let me be the one to teach him a lesson!"

The Third Martial Uncle's body was enveloped in Gang Qi, and his eyes began to shine.

He pushed off the ground and shot toward Mu Lin, a fist rocketing toward its target.

Mu Lin's eyes narrowed. Frost formed over his foot, which then seemed to ignite. The two forces merged, converging into crackling arcs of lightning.

He whipped his leg around and kicked the Third Martial Uncle square in the chest.

The Third Martial Uncle's Gang Qi shield was like ice on a river in early spring; it shattered with a single touch.

A spray of blood erupted from his mouth as the Third Martial Uncle was sent flying backward.

"You're pretty smooth with that Gang Qi," Mu Lin sneered, "but you're still way too weak."

The Second Martial Uncle was dumbfounded. His third brother was a Grandmaster, for crying out loud. How could Mu Lin defeat him so easily?

He had checked himself—Mu Lin was only in the initial stage of the Divine Realm. How could he possibly be this strong?

Vajra Zhenren reached out to check his brother's condition, and his expression turned grim. "This kid is no simple matter. He wields two types of True Qi and has even created his own Homemade Thunder Skill... It's the natural counter to an incomplete, flawed Gang Qi like ours. This boy's talent is truly extraordinary."

The Second Martial Uncle said, "How can this be..."

'He's so young... How can he be this powerful?'

They were all left speechless.

Vajra Zhenren said, "Second Brother, tend to Third Brother's injuries. He was simply outmatched. Now, it's my turn."