Chapter 275: Southwest's Number One

One week after slaying the taotie, snow fell outside the window again.

Watching the snow fall outside, Lin Ying'er was extremely excited.

They forcibly dragged Lin Yang outside the house, saying they wanted to build a snowman.

Lin Yang had just stepped outside when Du Juan called.

"Hello, Master, someone wants to see you."

"See me?"

Lin Yang pondered for a moment but couldn't figure out who wanted to see him.

While he was thinking, Du Juan said.

"They say they're from Yanjing and want to meet you."

"People from Yanjing?"

Lin Yang's mouth curled slightly as he nodded and said.

"Alright, I'll go now."

Seeing Lin Yang about to leave, Lin Ying'er asked.

"Brother, who wants to see you?"

"My patient."

Having said that, he went out toward the clinic.

When Lin Yang arrived at the clinic, he saw Du Juan standing outside, fuming.

Inside, some herbal medicines had been strewn on the floor.

Lin Yang walked over and noticed a slap mark on Du Juan's face.

His face darkened as he asked, "What happened?"

Upon seeing Lin Yang, the usually strong Du Juan couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Two people claiming to be from the Yanjing Heavenly Martial Hall said they wanted to see you!"

"They waited half an hour, and when you didn't come, they went inside."

"Seeing the herbs in the medicine cabinet, they became interested and started rummaging through them."

"I stepped forward to stop them, but they hit me!"

Hearing Du Juan's words, Lin Yang's face grew grim as he entered the clinic.

At that moment, two ordinary-looking men wearing clothes emblazoned with the characters "Heavenly Martial" were inside.

They sat in the main hall, legs crossed, warming themselves by the fire, smoking.

The two men saw Lin Yang enter and gave him a once-over.

"Who are you?"

Lin Yang stepped before them, his face grim, and said.

"I'm the one you're looking for, Lin Yang!"

"You're Lin Yang?"

One of them, a somewhat stocky middle-aged man, stood up.

"I came to the Southwest and heard them say you're the Southwest's Number One."

"With you like this, do you even deserve to be called the Southwest's Number One?"

The stocky man said with a look of disdain.

Lin Yang shook his head and said to the man.

"Whether I am the Southwest's Number One or not doesn't matter."

"What matters is that you barged into my clinic and turned it into a mess."

"Besides, you hit my disciple—what do you say we do about this?"

"Disciple?"

"The somewhat scrawny man said disdainfully."

"You actually took a woman as your disciple?"

"She's the one I hit—how are you supposed to raise her?"

Lin Yang turned his gaze to the somewhat scrawny man and asked.

"What's your name?"

"Listen up, I'm the young master Cao Yuanwei!"

The stocky man beside him also stood up and said.

"I'm Yu Chen—did you get our names straight?"

"You'd better remember them, because we'll be the fear in your hearts."

"Fear?"

Lin Yang shook his head and swung a slap at Cao Yuanwei.

Seeing Lin Yang suddenly strike, Cao Yuanwei wasn't afraid at all—he was actually excited.

He laughed loudly: "Let me fight you, the Southwest's Number One!"

"Let me see just how strong you are!"

Then, the whole person was sent flying backward by Lin Yang's whip, slamming into the wall.

"So fast!"

Yu Chen witnessed this and let out a gasp.

Lin Yang looked at him and said.

Which hand of yours touched my medicinal herbs?

Yu Chen immediately drew the dagger from his waist and warily looked at Lin Yang.

I've touched them with both hands; what do you want?

Then I'll break both of your hands!

At the moment Lin Yang spoke, a gleam flashed in Yu Chen's eyes.

Great opportunity!

Then he rushed straight at Lin Yang's face.

But Lin Yang caught his dagger between two fingers.

Lin Yang said coldly.

Is that all you've got?

Before Yu Chen could retort, Lin Yang shattered the dagger.

As the dagger shattered, Yu Chen tried to retreat.

Just as he was about to retreat, Lin Yang placed a hand on his shoulder.

Just as Yu Chen was about to speak, Lin Yang exerted force.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones, accompanied by a miserable scream, echoed throughout Yiguan.

Then another sound of breaking bones rang out.

Yu Chen's arms were crippled, and he glared at Lin Yang with resentment.

After crippling Yu Chen, Lin Yang slowly walked up to Cao Yuanwei.

He looked at the fearful Cao Yuanwei, who wanted to flee, then turned to Du Juan and said.

Du Juan, how did he hit you, and how will you hit him back?

Du Juan originally wanted to say, 'Forget it.'

But upon seeing Lin Yang's gaze, she immediately lowered her head and walked over.

He gritted his teeth and slapped Cao Yuanwei with one slap.

Cao Yuanwei was so angry he was about to smoke from all seven orifices.

He, a proper martial artist, was actually beaten by an ordinary woman.

Looking at the still unwilling Cao Yuanwei, Lin Yang said to Du Juan:

Go stand outside the door for now and don't let anyone in.

Okay.

After Du Juan left, Lin Yang asked Cao Yuanwei:

Which hand struck my disciple?

Hmph, just kill me; don't think about humiliating me!

A scholar may be killed but not humiliated!

Looking at Cao Yuanwei, who looked ready to die heroically, Lin Yang chuckled.

Looks like a man.

Saying that, he took out a silver needle.

I'm a traditional Chinese doctor, I also know acupuncture; I know which points to prick to make someone wish they were dead.

Guess how many needles you can withstand.

Upon hearing that, Cao Yuanwei broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

Looking at the silver needle getting closer and closer, Cao Yuanwei shouted:

It was the right hand!

After saying that, he gasped for breath a few times.

Upon hearing that, Lin Yang let out a cold snort.

Cut off your own right hand.

Upon hearing that, Cao Yuanwei shouted loudly.

Lin Yang, don't go too far!

We, after all, are members of the Heavenly Martial Hall!

We came to the southwest to help you!

If you want to hurt us, don't say you're number one in the southwest; even if you're number one in Jinling, you'll still die!

Upon hearing that, Lin Yang shook his head and said:

Looks like I'll have to do it myself.

When Lin Yang fetched a knife, ready to act,

Are you trying to provoke our Yanjing Heavenly Martial Hall?

A middle-aged man with an eight-character moustache walked into Yiguan.

The middle-aged man had dark skin and looked very sturdy.

As soon as he entered, his gaze fell on Lin Yang, full of killing intent.

Only after he entered did Du Juan chase after him.

Du Juan, having run in, panted heavily.

Master, this person is too strange; I can't stop him!

Lin Yang waved his hand and said to Du Juan:

Don't blame you; go out first.

Du Juan, hearing that, glanced at the middle-aged man, then obediently nodded and walked out.

After Du Juan left, Lin Yang said.

You're better than your subordinates; you didn't bully my disciple.

Otherwise, your fate will be the same as theirs.

The middle-aged man, hearing that, said with a grim face.

Lin Yang, by doing this, you are provoking our Heavenly Martial Hall!

Lin Yang narrowed his eyes and said: "It wasn't you who came first to pick a fight and beat my disciple, was it?"

The middle-aged man said, somewhat as a matter of course.

Heavenly Martial Hall, what's wrong with bullying an ordinary person?