“You… you dare hit me? You’re finished!” Lin Yi clutched his face, roaring hysterically.
When had he ever suffered such humiliation outside?
The bandits who robbed him earlier took only his money, at least sparing him a beating.
“Damn it, still talking tough? Beat him! Break one of his legs!” the short young lord ordered.
The other young lords, along with their guards, immediately rushed Lin Yi, surrounding and pummeling him.
*Bang, bang, bang!*
“No!”
Under the barrage of fists and kicks, Lin Yi let out a desperate cry.
For the first time, he truly felt the sting of being bullied, how unbearable it was.
He suddenly realised how despicable these bullying young lords were!
And he, too, had once been one of them.
Lin Yi tried to fight back, but he was overwhelmed by their numbers.
In that moment, he yearned for strength. If he had great power, how could he be beaten like this?
But he had squandered his years on play, neglecting his cultivation entirely.
“Stop!”
A sudden shout thundered through the air.
A burly, dark-skinned man with a scarred face approached with heavy steps.
“Who’re you to meddle in my business?” the short young lord snapped, annoyed.
*Boom!*
A terrifying aura of the Tribulation Realm erupted from the burly man.
“Tribulation Realm…”
The short young lord and his companions froze in fear.
In an ordinary county city like this, a Tribulation Realm cultivator was a force that could easily annihilate their families.
Terrified, they wondered if this young man was truly the son of the Immortal Lin Yun.
“Sir, we were blind!” The young lords dropped to their knees, bowing to the burly man.
“You haven’t apologised to this young master!” the man barked, pointing at Lin Yi.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Sir, we were wrong! We apologise!”
The young lords, trembling like startled birds, rushed to apologise to Lin Yi.
Lin Yi felt a surge of satisfaction.
“I told you, I’m Lin Yun’s son. Do you believe me now?” he said proudly.
“We believe you!”
“We deserve to die!”
The young lords, terrified, began slapping their own faces.
They were petrified. If this was truly Lin Yun’s son, they had stirred up a colossal disaster, one that could spell the end of their families!
“Get lost!” the burly man roared at them.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The young lords scrambled away, tripping over themselves in their haste.
Lin Yi quickly got to his feet.
“Are… are you someone my family sent to protect me?” he asked the burly man.
“No, just passing by. I couldn’t stand watching them bully you,” the man replied.
“Then… can I apprentice under you and learn cultivation?” Lin Yi asked, eyes full of hope.
“You’ve got good bones, decent potential. Come with me.”
The burly man turned and walked down the street.
“Wait for me!” Lin Yi hurried after him.
Following the man, Lin Yi left the city.
“I have a dojo, but it’s a bit far. We’ll take an airship,” the man said, summoning a vessel.
“Great!”
Lin Yi nodded eagerly and boarded the airship with the burly man.
For Lin Yi, the past half-month had been miserable, fraught with constant danger.
Now, with a Tribulation Realm expert by his side, he felt much safer.
As their airship soared into the clouds, another trailed ten thousand metres behind.
On it were two Tribulation Realm cultivators, sent by Yun Shang to secretly protect Lin Yi.
“Who’s that guy? Young Master Lin Yi just went with him,” one said.
*Boom!*
Suddenly, the space around their airship was sealed. Two Tribulation Realm cultivators and two demonic beasts attacked!
—
Meanwhile, Lin Yi’s airship landed at a secluded dojo deep in the mountains.
“Young Master Lin Yi, we’ve arrived. Follow me inside,” the burly man said.
“How… how do you know my name?” Lin Yi asked, startled.
“You said you’re Lin Yun’s son, didn’t you? I know Lin Yun’s son is called Lin Yi,” the man replied.
“No… something’s wrong!” Lin Yi sensed danger.
“I’m not going to your dojo. I’m leaving!”
He turned to run.
The burly man gave a cold smile. “Think you can escape?”
A wave of divine sense blasted towards Lin Yi, knocking him unconscious.
With a wave of his hand, the man lifted Lin Yi’s body and carried him into the dojo.
A thousand metres below, an underground palace lay hidden.
The burly man brought the unconscious Lin Yi inside.
There stood Heavenly Demon Dijiang.
“Your Excellency, I’ve brought him,” the man said, handing Lin Yi to Dijiang.
“Well done. You may leave,” Dijiang replied, taking Lin Yi.
—
In the Demon Clan’s Demon Marshal Mansion, within the grand hall.
Dijiang entered swiftly with Lin Yi.
“Demon Marshal, I’ve brought him,” Dijiang said, bowing.
“Jie jie, excellent!” the Demon Marshal cackled.
“Wake him,” the Demon Marshal ordered, his voice cold and raspy.
“Yes.”
Dijiang slapped Lin Yi’s head, rousing him.
“Where… where am I?” Lin Yi opened his eyes, dazedly scanning his surroundings.
“This is the Demon Clan, the Demon Marshal Mansion!” Dijiang declared proudly.
“What? The… Demon Clan!” Lin Yi’s face paled in terror.
He glanced at Dijiang, then at the Demon Marshal, their terrifying appearances and auras making him tremble uncontrollably.
“How… how…” Lin Yi stammered, overwhelmed with fear.
Though a spoiled young master, he knew well the deep enmity between the Demon Clan and the human race, and the grudge they held against his father, Lin Yun.
“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!”
“Dad! Dad! Save me!”
Lin Yi’s voice shook as he cried out.
In that moment, he desperately wished for Lin Yun’s protection.
“Your father’s quite the figure. How did he raise such a coward? Look at you, trembling. Pathetic,” the Demon Marshal sneered.
