Chapter 35: The Number One Good-for-Nothing?

Seeing her younger brother still as obedient as ever, Lin Ning’er showed a gentle smile. Since leaving the Lin family, she had no extravagant wishes; her only hopes were that her cold toxin could be cured so she would no longer be a burden to her brother, and that they could live a peaceful life together in this chaotic world. Of course, she was unaware of what Lin Chen was thinking at this moment. To Lin Chen, truly "not looking for trouble" meant killing all enemies, rooting them out completely, and stifling any potential danger before it could grow.

"Brother, those people are shouting outside. We must not go out to fight them, and we should just ignore them. Let them curse all they want; it won't cost us a piece of flesh," Lin Ning’er said softly, reaching out to stroke Lin Chen's hair. She was terrified that he might act on impulse. Only a short time ago, his cultivation had been crippled and his phantom beast killed by Feng Bumie. Even if he could start cultivating again, he would certainly be no match for those arrogant prodigies of the same rank. She wanted him to avoid these disputes if at all possible. Initially, she had worried that his youthful spirit might drive him to compete with them, but seeing him now, he was still the obedient brother from her memories. How wonderful!

"Lin Chen, you coward! You’ve been dragging that bitch Lin Ning’er around to save your skin, and now you’re hiding here! Hahaha, do you really think you can survive by hiding? The moment you dare to step out, I will make you die a miserable death!" Chen Han’s loud, abusive voice echoed outside once more. "Lin Ning’er, didn't you used to be betrothed to the Zhang family? I don't mind that you've been promised to someone else; come to me instead. If you do, I’ll let your useless brother go. Consider it a deal, how about that?" Chen Han seemed to have become addicted to the insults, growing increasingly excited.

Inside the room, the air seemed to solidify into a deathly silence. "Sister, I don't care if they humiliate me, but I will not allow you to suffer the slightest injustice!" Lin Chen’s voice was low, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that was becoming impossible to suppress. This Chen Han was courting death!

"Why are you so foolish? As long as you are safe, I am happy," Lin Ning’er said with a smile, tapping Lin Chen’s forehead with her finger. "Besides, the sect has rules. If we don't go out to fight, they don't dare to break in. Let them curse; once they tire themselves out, they will naturally disperse. And why should I care about these things? Why lower ourselves to the level of such scum?"

"You're right, sister." Lin Chen forced a smile. He didn't want her to worry. As he spoke, his gaze drifted to the two names carved into the wall: Chen Han and He Guan. At that moment, the temperature in the room plummeted. He had originally intended to let them live for a few more days, but it seemed there was no need for that anymore. Beside him, Tuntun couldn't help but shiver.

This boy was clearly truly enraged. Whether it was Chen Han or He Guan, they really had no idea how to write the word "death." Of all the people they could have provoked, they had to choose this god of slaughter!

The two of them cursed outside the courtyard for three hours until their throats were dry, yet not a single sound had come from within. "Haha, I've seen cowards, but never one this pathetic!" "To be cursed for eighteen generations and not even get angry—it's truly admirable!" Chen Han and He Guan sneered. While cursing felt cathartic, they still wanted to fight Lin Chen in person. Unfortunately, the guy refused to come out.

"From now on, I will stand at your door every day and curse you for an hour. If you can endure this, then I truly admire you! When a person is willing to cast aside all shame, what else can anyone say?" Chen Han sneered and turned to leave. He had failed his recent attempt to breakthrough in cultivation, damaging his foundation, and needed to go back to recover from the backlash of his spiritual energy. Seeing Chen Han leave, He Guan crossed his arms and shook his head coldly. "Five chimes of the bell—what a joke!" After saying this, he also turned away. He couldn't stay holed up in his courtyard forever, could he? The moment he dared to step out, he would intercept him!

The outer sect disciples gathered outside the gate also felt bored. They had hoped to watch a spectacular fight, but one side refused to engage. What could you do? You couldn't break down the door; those were the sect rules, and they had to be followed.

"Sigh, how boring. Let's go." "Yeah, who would have thought that after all these years, the disciple who triggered the five chimes would be such a coward!" "Uninteresting, truly uninteresting." The disciples sighed and dispersed. In the void above, several powerful elders had been watching every move in Lin Chen's courtyard from start to finish. Seeing that Lin Chen never showed his face, a flicker of disappointment crossed their eyes. "Could it be that he really has no ability, and the Young Lady misjudged him?"

"I hope not, but... if he doesn't even dare to respond to such provocation, what does it matter if his talent is explosive?" "Indeed, this child lacks the heart of a powerhouse. One can only imagine how difficult his future path of cultivation will be." The elders looked at each other and shook their heads. From this moment on, they held no hope for Lin Chen. You can be weak, and you can lose to an opponent, but you cannot be a coward. The so-called heart of a powerhouse is to forge ahead and face difficulties head-on, not to cower and cling to life.

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Deep in the night. "Is it clear?" Lin Chen stood in the courtyard, dressed in night-traveling gear that made him look lean and capable. Tuntun jumped onto his shoulder and grinned. "It's all clear. Chen Han is drinking at a restaurant in Lihuo City. We can lie in wait for him; he has to come back eventually!" "Let's go." Lin Chen, expressionless, leaped out like a falcon. His speed was immense, yet he moved without making a single sound. He seemed to merge into the void, completely silent. Just like that, he bypassed the patrolling disciples and snuck out of the Lihuo Sect.

Lihuo City was brightly lit. Although it was night, many restaurants were still open and bustling with activity. In one of the restaurants, Chen Han bid farewell to a group of friends and, slightly tipsy, headed back toward the sect. The path from Lihuo City to the Lihuo Sect required crossing a long street. By day, it was filled with shops, but at night, it was quiet and deserted, shimmering with a faint glow under the bright moonlight.

"Tch, and they called him the number one genius of the Great Cang Kingdom—just a spineless wretch!" Chen Han muttered in his drunken stupor, still dwelling on the day's events. To be humiliated like that and not even dare to show his face—what else could he be but a spineless wretch?