Chapter 647: Take him down!

Qiao Zhenyu's words were like splashing a ladle of water into hot oil, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire venue.

The guests in the courtyard who had originally been watching and hesitating suddenly felt as if some restraint had been lifted, and their discussion erupted all at once.

Qiao Zhenyu is the head of the Qiao family, the Commander of the Tianzhou Military Office, and the sole Heavenly Human Realm expert in Tianzhou.

His word is final; by denying Jiang Feng's identity, he has effectively stamped an iron seal on the Lin family's farce.

Lin Zhenhai's face was already smiling so hard it seemed about to bloom.

He stood there, his back ramrod straight, like a victorious general.

He took two steps forward, stood before Lin Zhenshan, his eyes filled with the joy and ferocity of finally having waited for this moment.

"Big brother, look at what foolish thing you've done!"

His voice was loud, deliberately so that everyone in the courtyard could hear.

"Such a swindler, and you let him fool you! I really doubt whether you still have the ability to serve as the head of my Lin family!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the courtyard fell silent for a moment, then burst into even louder chatter.

Lin Zhenhai's words carried too much weight; publicly questioning Lin Zhenshan's position as family head before the Five Great Families of Tianzhou was pushing things to the extreme.

Lin Zhenshan stood there, his face ashen, his lips trembling, his fingers clenched until his knuckles turned white.

He wanted to retort, to explain, but Qiao Zhenyu's words blocked every possible retreat.

He looked at Lin Zhenhai's smug face, then at the surrounding gazes filled with mockery and pity, feeling as if he were being roasted over a fire.

Lin Zhenyan also sighed, walked up to Lin Zhenshan's side, patted his shoulder, his voice tinged with feigned regret.

"Big brother, it's not that I won't help you; it's really that you've disappointed us too much. Yan Qian doesn't understand things, and you've gone along with her nonsense—how will our Lin family ever stand firm in Tianzhou?"

Lin Zhenshan's body jerked; he turned his head to look at Lin Zhenyan, hoping to find even a hint of genuine concern on his face, but all he saw was that feigned helplessness laced with calculation.

At that moment, Lin Yanqian stepped out from behind her father.

She took two steps forward, stood before the crowd, her face showing the expression of someone who, having been driven to desperation, had instead thrown caution to the wind.

Her fists were clenched tight, her chest heaving violently.

"No! My master is a Martial Ancestor Strongman!"

Her voice rang out clear and distinct amid the noisy discussion.

"He just flicked his finger, and a critically injured, dying patient was brought back to life—I saw it with my own eyes! Being able to study medicine under him is my honor!"

If Lin Yanqian hadn't spoken, it would have been fine, but her opening line made Lin Zhenhai laugh even louder.

He clutched his stomach, his laughter carrying far on the night wind, laced with an almost exaggerated mockery.

"Hahaha! Little niece, have you gone stupid studying medicine?"

His voice rose even higher, as if he were addressing everyone present.

"Do you have any idea what level of existence a Martial Ancestor is? With just a breath, he could obliterate Tianzhou City! Such a terrifying powerhouse, and you became his disciple just to study medicine? Hahaha!"

The courtyard erupted in agreeing laughter and murmurs.

Du Jianchuan stood in the center of the crowd, watching this scene, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening.

He took two steps forward and spoke in a calm, unhurried tone.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was just right for those nearby to hear.

"Miss Lin, I believe you have truly been deceived."

He looked at Lin Yanqian, his eyes carrying the air of an elder feigning concern while actually being sharp.

"You're young and full of vigor, pure-hearted, unaware of how sophisticated deceit can be in this world. But I can tell you that no Martial Ancestor takes on a disciple to pass on medical arts."

Lin Yanqian's face turned deathly pale.

Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, but under the gazes and mockery of the crowd, she felt as if countless hands were pressing her down, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Her eyes reddened, the tears about to spill swirling in her sockets, but she clenched her teeth shut, refusing to let them fall.

Jiang Feng had been standing at the main hall's entrance, watching this farce.

But when he saw Lin Yanqian's eyes, which were on the verge of tears yet she stubbornly held back, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth finally turned into a cold arc.

He took a step forward.

That step was light and casual, like the random step one might take while out for a stroll.

When his foot landed on the green stone slab, it made not a sound.

Yet the noisy laughter and chatter in the courtyard, at the moment his foot fell, seemed to have their throats gripped by something, falling silent for a moment.

Jiang Feng stood there, his gaze sweeping over Lin Zhenhai's twisted, smug face, over Du Jianchuan's eyes hiding calculation, and over Qiao Zhenyu's still-confused visage.

"Who says I took Lin Yanqian as a disciple not to teach her medicine?"

"I not only want her to study medicine, but also to become the first female Grandmaster Physician, an existence for all of you to look up to."

As soon as those words were spoken, Lin Zhenhai's face changed instantly.

His smile froze on his face, and a genuine anger rose in his eyes.

He glared at Jiang Feng, his voice forced out between his teeth, filled with the fury of being provoked.

"You swindler! The entire main branch are idiots; being fooled by you is no surprise!"

He raised his voice even higher.

"How dare you spout nonsense in front of me! Seize him! Life or death doesn't matter!"

His voice exploded in the courtyard, as if a button had been pressed.

The bodyguards who had always stood in the corners, dressed in black tight-fitting outfits, sprang into action. More than a dozen figures burst from the crowd, moving in perfect unison, as if they had long been ready to strike.

Each was tall and sturdy, with fierce steps, gripping short clubs and iron rulers in their hands, exuding the valiant aura that comes from years of training.

They charged toward Jiang Feng's direction.

Their footsteps on the green stone slab sounded like dense muffled thuds, like a rapid drumbeat.

Lin Zhenhai stood there, his face bearing a cruel smile.

He waited to see Jiang Feng pressed to the Ground, waited to see the Eldest branch's whole family had their faces swept to the Ground, waited to see this farce end in the way he wanted most.

"Master, be careful!"

Seeing those bodyguards rush toward Jiang Feng, Lin Yanqian shouted loudly in panic.

And Jiang Feng still Standing on the spot, watching those black‑clothed bodyguards charging at him, did not even lift an eyelid.

Just as the silhouettes of those bodyguards were about to touch Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng slowly lifted his head!

Buzz!

A powerful aura instantly burst from his body!

True Qi like a dragon!

"Not good! Move aside quickly!"

Qiao Zhenyu was the first to notice, shouting loudly!