Chapter 21: A Showdown of Strength—Lin Yin Faces King Lin Wu!

Before, the corporal punishments Lin Yin endured stirred some pity in his mother, Yang Huier. Yet, when she thought of the saying that the eldest son must be tempered, she found peace with it. Indeed, as the crown prince of the royal family, he had to undergo trials that ordinary people could not bear. As the saying goes, a flower in a greenhouse cannot withstand a storm; Yang Huier understood this well.

But the contempt—that she could not comprehend. Why was Yin despised? Why looked down upon?

This was a matter of character, something Yang Huier could not grasp. Her brows furrowed deeply as she fixed her gaze on Lin Zhengyang.

As a woman raised in the royal court, Yang Huier’s eyes carried a potent intimidation.

Lin Zhengyang averted his gaze, refusing to meet her eyes.

“Yin, have you misunderstood?” Yang Huier looked helplessly at Lin Yin, trying to uncover the truth. “Your father has always had your best interests at heart. Your younger brother has always been humble. How could anyone despise you?”

Yes, Yang Huier found it unbelievable. She trusted the character of her husband and youngest son—a king who was decisive yet gentle, and a humble, sensible son. This made her proud.

“Your father could never despise you! Your own younger brother couldn’t possibly!”

“Yin, is there some misunderstanding here?”

“Perhaps the training has been too harsh, causing this confusion?”

Lin Yin was indifferent to explaining. He stood still and lazily beckoned Lin Tianjiao with a finger.

“Ahhhh!!” Faced with the provocation of a frog in a well, Lin Tianjiao lost control, his eyes bloodshot as he charged at Lin Yin.

Why?! Why must I endure your insult?

I am the heir of the Lin family, the prodigy of our parents!

And you are just a frog in a well. Even as my elder brother, you should look up to me, the frog in the well!

Boom!

Without wasting words, Lin Yin’s blood surged wildly, instantly forming a crimson aura around him. Then he opened his palm and struck Lin Tianjiao’s face with a heavy, forceful slap!

Smack! Like a kite with a broken string, Lin Tianjiao flew backward. The red handprint on his cheek looked like fresh blood. He thudded to the ground and when he lifted his head, his gaze was already dazed.

“What’s going on!” Yang Baihu’s eyes twitched instantly.

He could tell Lin Tianjiao was at least at the Bone Condensation realm with his blood energy, yet he was defeated by Lin Yin, who was only at the sixth stage of blood energy!

Boom! Finally, Lin Zhengyang appeared, slapping Lin Yin fiercely.

“You bastard! How dare you really hit your own brother!”

This time, Lin Yin did not shrink back. His eyes blazed like torches as he chose to confront the attack from the king.

He instantly raised his fist, lightning-fast, stabbing toward Lin Zhengyang’s palm!

He actually reacted in time! Master Jiang’s heart trembled.

One must know, Lin Zhengyang’s speed was terrifying—below the General stage, no one could react to the king’s speed.

“Stop!” Though this was a family matter, Master Jiang did not hesitate to intervene, blocking Lin Zhengyang’s hand from the side.

“Want to touch my precious disciple? You’ll have to get past me first!”

Master Jiang’s speed was incredibly swift. He poured his strength into Lin Zhengyang’s palm, slowing the king’s strike by more than half.

Immediately after, Lin Yin’s fist smashed forward, colliding directly with Lin Zhengyang’s palm!

Boom! The fist meeting the palm produced a terrifying sonic boom!

There was even a faint ripple in the air!

But in the next moment, the sound of bones shattering rang out.

It was Lin Yin’s fist—the bones in all five fingers shattered, even the large joint of his index finger cracked open, with bones and blood splattering out!

Yet Lin Yin laughed heartily, his right hand a bloody mess.

He exhaled a breath of pent-up frustration, feeling utterly liberated.

So what if you are Lin Zhengyang?

So what if you want to wield a father’s authority like a heavenly grace?

This punch was struck with proud bones and an unyielding spirit!

Lin Zhengyang’s face twisted with complexity as he glanced at Master Jiang and withdrew his palm.

Even he hadn’t expected Master Jiang’s swift intervention.

What surprised him even more was Lin Yin daring to throw a punch at him!

A son striking his father—wasn’t that outright defiance of the heavenly order?

“Yin!” Yang Huier screamed sharply. At this moment, as a mother, she yelled at Lin Zhengyang in fury, “Yin’s entire hand is ruined! With such force, are you trying to kill him? Lin Zhengyang, you bastard! How can you be so cruel to your own son?”

In the past, it was mostly corporal punishment—kneeling, family laws, sometimes a harsh lesson with a ruler. But now, the eldest son’s whole hand was ruined, and that was only because he blocked your slap. If he hadn’t blocked it, were you trying to kill him?!

Yang Huier pushed aside the silent Lin Zhengyang and rushed to Lin Yin’s side to check his injury.

Lin Yin, however, smiled and withdrew his hand, keeping Yang Huier at a distance.

Seeing her son resist her so, Yang Huier felt a pang of sadness and heartache.

Clearly, mother only wanted to care for you, so why...?

Yes, mother admitted losing you in the past was her fault, but she had tried her best to make it up to you! Besides, should the bond between mother and son be measured so strictly?

Master Jiang, however, cared little for Yang Huier’s feelings. At this moment, he puffed out his beard and glared like a fierce tiger standing before Lin Yin, staring angrily at Lin Zhengyang.

“Try moving against my disciple again!”

Who in the world dared to threaten Lin Zhengyang, the king who had swept away the demon clans?

Master Jiang stepped forward decisively, drawing a long blade he had not unsheathed in over ten years!

At this moment, the Great Demon King of Jixia seemed to reveal his true form once more after a decade!

Lin Zhengyang frowned deeply. Looking at Lin Yin, he felt a twinge of guilt.

After all, he had truly lost his temper and struck hard, but now that he was sober, he was somewhat fearful. If Master Jiang hadn’t taken half the force off his slap, it might have ruined Lin Yin’s hand completely—after all, he was his own son.

Seeing Lin Yin’s mangled right hand, Lin Zhengyang felt deeply troubled.

At the same time, he was agitated. His son actually dared to throw a punch at him and even hit his own younger brother...

His emotions were complicated. He wanted to maintain his paternal authority but also wished to offer some comfort. In the end, he simply stood silently, unmoved—this was the greatest solace he could give Lin Yin.

Watching his father’s silence and his mother’s despair, Lin Tianjiao, still lying on the ground, roared inside: It’s all because of you! Lin Yin, you are a curse! It’s because of you that our parents are like this!!!

“Yin! Let’s go!” Master Jiang stood imposingly before Lin Yin, scanning the surroundings with fierce eyes. “Lin Tianjiao attacked you first. You slapped him, and then Lin Zhengyang ruined your hand. You’re right—such a family isn’t a family. Come, let’s go! Follow Grandfather!”

“But today’s matter will never be resolved!”

“First, follow Grandfather!”

Lin Yin laughed wildly as he left the warrior base under Master Jiang’s protection.

Yang Baihu hurriedly sealed off the news, fearing the disgraceful secrets of the Lin family in the imperial capital might leak out.