Chapter Thirty: Framed and Accused
He had utterly lost hope in Lin Yiyi. The royal family? In Qin Feiyang’s eyes, it was nothing but a joke. Yet today, he was destined not to leave the Lin family so easily! His final words sent the Lin family patriarch into a fury.
With a thunderous slap on the armrest, the patriarch sprang to his feet and roared, “Lin Yong, stop him for me!”
The chair shattered into pieces on the spot.
Lin Yong had long wanted to teach Qin Feiyang a lesson. Without hesitation, he blocked the doorway, glaring coldly at Qin Feiyang. “You want to leave? You can, but first you must kneel and apologize to Miss Lin!”
“Kneel and apologize?” Qin Feiyang paused, glanced at Lin Yiyi, and said coolly, “Is she even worthy?”
“You insolent brat!” Murderous intent flashed in Lin Yong’s aged eyes. He struck out at Qin Feiyang, his palm bursting with energy—a true martial master of the first star!
“Hmph!” Qin Feiyang snorted, stepping with an uncanny movement, darting like lightning behind Lin Yong.
“Old fool, how many lives do you have to dare lay hands on me?” Cold light flashed in his eyes as he punched Lin Yong squarely in the back.
With a dull thud, Lin Yong was sent flying, rolling to the feet of the Lin family patriarch and spitting a mouthful of blood.
“How can he be so fast?”
“In the blink of an eye, he was behind Lin Yong!” Liu Yun, Yin Chuan, and the two young women were stunned.
Lin Baili explained, “It’s an auxiliary martial skill!”
Auxiliary martial skills are actually footwork techniques, able to double one’s speed. They are graded into inferior, middle, superior, and perfect levels. An inferior one doubles speed, and so on.
The skill Qin Feiyang just demonstrated was called Mist Step, a perfect martial skill that increases speed fourfold!
“Auxiliary martial skills are extremely rare—even my Martial Hall doesn’t possess one. How could he have it?”
“My Pill Hall doesn’t have it either—unbelievable!” The three hall masters and the Martial Hall master exchanged glances, realizing they had severely underestimated this youth.
“What a Qin Feiyang. For five years, everyone was fooled by him,” murmured the Zhao family patriarch, his eyes glinting with a strange light.
The Lin family patriarch, however, felt a surge of murderous intent. The more power Qin Feiyang revealed, the greater the threat he posed!
Suddenly, with a leap, the patriarch coated his fist in energy and hurled it at Qin Feiyang’s head. This youth must be killed before he becomes unstoppable!
“Father, stop!” At that moment, Lin Yiyi finally could not sit still. She rose in alarm, her voice urgent.
But the patriarch, consumed by killing intent, heard nothing.
“So eager to kill me?” Qin Feiyang sneered, stepping with Mist Step to evade easily.
“Tiger Roar Fist!” The patriarch landed, pursued him again, and struck with a furious fist.
“I had not intended to disgrace you before everyone, but you leave me no choice!”
“Thunderstrike Killing Fist!” Qin Feiyang’s expression turned icy, his aura surging, and he unleashed a violent punch.
With a crash, the patriarch followed Lin Yong’s fate, flying across the hall, smashing tables and tea stands, landing in disarray and vomiting blood.
“Father…” Lin Yiyi rushed forward, deeply worried.
“How… can this be…” muttered the patriarch, his face filled with disbelief. “I am a two-star martial master… Tiger Roar Fist is a middle-grade martial skill… How could I lose to him…”
Was this a dream?
Seeing this, Lin Yiyi’s heart ached. She stared angrily at Qin Feiyang and shouted, “He’s my father, how could you be so ruthless?”
“You blame me?” Qin Feiyang laughed in anger.
“Think clearly—who struck first?”
“Who harbored murderous intent first?”
“Let me tell you, you are in no position to accuse me!”
“If not for your sake, your father and Lin Yong would already be in hell!”
“Do you understand?” Qin Feiyang’s gaze was icy, making Lin Yiyi unable to meet his eyes.
“He’s far too arrogant,” Liu Yun frowned.
The Martial Hall master said gravely, “It’s not arrogance; he truly possesses such power. Thunderstrike Killing Fist is a perfect martial skill.”
“A perfect martial skill adds the strength of four wild elephants. Coupled with his own strength, he possesses the power of five wild elephants.”
“In other words, Qin Feiyang is now as strong as a five-star martial master!”
“The Lin family patriarch is a two-star martial master, but his skill is only middle-grade, adding two wild elephants. With his own strength, that’s four wild elephants.”
“Qin Feiyang could kill him with ease,” said the Three Hall master.
Hearing this, Liu Yun and Yin Chuan felt a lingering fear. Thankfully, they hadn’t truly attacked earlier, or else they would have been utterly crushed by Qin Feiyang!
“You actually possess a perfect martial skill…”
“Qin Feiyang, I did hurt you, but have you ever considered that you deceived me for five whole years?”
“And you still dare to say you treated me as your best friend?”
“With such a friend, I, Lin Yiyi, am not worthy.”
“Get out of the Lin family at once and never return!”
“Leave!” Lin Yiyi shouted, her voice filled with endless sorrow and desolation.
“Pitiful woman,” Qin Feiyang shook his head, turning to leave.
“Did I give you permission to leave?” Lin Baili, who had been silent, finally stepped forward.
“What do you want?” Qin Feiyang asked without turning, his eyes flashing dangerously.
“The Lin family is not a place you can come and go as you please.”
“Besides, you injured Uncle Lin and the steward. If we let you leave like this, where will our Lin family’s face be?”
Lin Baili flexed his muscles as he walked toward Qin Feiyang, a deep sneer at the corner of his lips.
He had deliberately refrained from intervening earlier, letting Qin Feiyang seriously wound the patriarch, to push Qin Feiyang and Lin Yiyi into total enmity.
Now, his goal achieved, it was time to clean up the mess. Acting now, Lin Yiyi would surely be grateful. Besides, Qin Yuan was gone, so there was nothing to fear.
However, Lin Yiyi did not appreciate it, reaching out to block Lin Baili. “Brother Baili, let him leave.”
“Why?” Lin Baili halted, frowning.
“Today is my birthday. I don’t want to see more blood, nor do I want anyone to die.”
“Alright, as you wish,” Lin Baili arched an eyebrow and nodded with a smile. His goal achieved, killing Qin Feiyang was no longer important.
He looked at Qin Feiyang and said, “Don’t blame me for meddling. If you don’t rein yourself in and keep acting so wildly, you will die a terrible death. Go, and I hope you’ll be wiser next time we meet.”
“Before you lecture others, take a good look at yourself. As for our next meeting, it may not be as simple as today,” Qin Feiyang sneered, his words full of hidden meaning as he left without looking back.
“Not until he’s in his coffin will he shed tears. Arrogant, is he? Just wait, tonight I’ll send him to hell!” Lin Baili muttered, a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
In truth, what had just transpired was not part of his original plan.
His real plan was to utterly ruin Qin Feiyang’s reputation, perhaps even take his life. Seeing the complete break between Qin Feiyang and Lin Yiyi, he had not intended to execute it. But Qin Feiyang’s words as he left changed his mind.
This one must be eliminated—lest he bring disaster in the future!
Lin Baili produced two healing pills, giving them to the patriarch and Lin Yong.
“Thank you, Young Master Baili,” Lin Yong said gratefully.
“We are family, no need for thanks,” Lin Baili replied with a smile. Seeing the patriarch still dazed, he leaned in and whispered a few words in his ear.
Whatever he said, the patriarch immediately revived, a cold glint in his eyes.
The patriarch rose, turned to the three hall masters and others, apologizing with folded hands, “Such a fine banquet ruined—my apologies.”
“No matter,” Luo Qianxue waved it off with a smile.
The patriarch ordered, “Steward, tidy this place up.”
“Yes,” the steward responded, bustling about.
In less than a hundred breaths, the hall was cleaned, the chairs and tea tables replaced.
Notably, during this period, Lin Baili left briefly. Also, unnoticed by the others, Lin Yiyi slipped the jade bracelet Qin Feiyang had given her into her spatial pouch.
With everything settled, the patriarch called, “Everyone, please sit. Steward, bring tea.”
At his command, several maids entered in succession. The guests chatted and laughed, but Lin Yiyi remained silent and gloomy.
After several hundred breaths, suddenly Lin Yiyi screamed, collapsing onto her chair, her face pale, a trace of black blood seeping from her lips.
“What’s happening?” The people in the hall rushed to her side.
Lin Baili checked her briefly, his expression shocked and angry. “Uncle Lin, Yiyi has been poisoned!”
“What?” The patriarch was furious.
“Master, we didn’t poison her!” The maids knelt in terror.
“Baili, quickly give Yiyi an antidote pill!” The patriarch ordered, grabbing her tea cup and handing it to Lin Yong. “Go verify if there’s poison!”
“Yes,” Lin Yong replied, running out and smashing the cup. The remaining tea splashed onto nearby grass and flowers. The flowers withered at once, the grass shriveled visibly.
Clearly, the tea was poisoned!
“Qin Feiyang, just wait—tonight is your death night!” Lin Yong sneered inwardly, then quickly returned to the hall.
After Lin Baili administered the antidote pill, Lin Yiyi’s pallor gradually improved.
When Lin Yong returned, the patriarch asked anxiously, “Steward, what’s the result?”
“There’s poison,” Lin Yong confirmed.
The patriarch raged, glaring at the maids. “You still claim you didn’t poison her? Speak—who was it?”
Lin Baili said, “Uncle Lin, we all drank from the same pot, yet only Yiyi was poisoned. There’s only one explanation: the maid who served Yiyi’s tea was the culprit.”
“Master, Young Master Baili, Xiaohong didn’t poison her…” One maid crawled to them, shaking her head desperately. She had been the one pouring tea for Lin Yiyi.
Lin Yong’s eyes were icy. “Confess now, or not only you, but your family will suffer terribly!”
Xiaohong trembled, nodding hurriedly. “I’ll say everything! It was Qin Feiyang—he made me poison Miss Lin. Master, Young Master Baili, I was foolish to agree. Please spare me!”