After the divorce, my identity as a miracle doctor was exposed.

In the afternoon, the sunlight was blinding.

The gate to Villa No. 1 in the Cloud Palace is now wide open—after all, it was hit by a car last night and hasn't been repaired yet.

Su Qianxue knelt in the entryway, which was covered in pebbles. Her sweatpants were torn at the knees, revealing bluish-purple bruises. She held a dustpan in her hand and was cleaning up the mess left by Chen Ling'er last night.

Dust choked her throat, and she couldn't help but cough, but she covered her mouth tightly, afraid of disturbing the man sitting on the sofa reading a book.

"Buzz—"

The camouflage Mengshi off-road vehicle returned.

This time, Chen Ling'er didn't crash in; instead, she parked the car on the side of the road.

She had changed her clothes; a black, tight-fitting leather outfit accentuated her breathtaking curves. She strode in, carrying a brocade box carved from sandalwood. Although her face still bore the embarrassment and annoyance of being "diagnosed" by Lin Yu, her eyes held a more complex reverence.

"Lin Yu!"

Chen Ling'er slammed the brocade box heavily onto the coffee table, causing the water in the teacup to splash out.

"I'm a man of my word! This is what my grandfather asked me to deliver! He said, 'Thank you for crippling Lei Hu last night; you've cleaned up the mess for the War Department. This is a token of my gratitude!'"

Su Qianxue secretly looked up.

The brocade box was opened, and inside lay a medal carved entirely from green jade and inlaid with gold. The front of the medal was engraved with a lifelike azure dragon, while the back was inscribed with two characters—"National Hero."

"hiss--"

Su Qianxue gasped, nearly dropping the winnowing basket in her hand.

She had heard her grandfather mention it when she was at the Su family home; it was the "Azure Dragon Medal"!

This is one of the highest honors awarded by the Dragon Kingdom's War Department. Seeing the medal is like seeing the commander-in-chief, granting the privilege of acting first and reporting later! In the entire Jiangnan Province, there are no more than three people who possess this medal!

With this, you can practically walk around Jiangzhou with your head held high; even the mayor has to salute you!

"This is one of my grandfather's most treasured collections!"

Chen Ling'er raised her chin, looking arrogant. "It was originally going to be given to the God of War, but now you've gotten it for free. Aren't you going to thank me?"

In her opinion, although Lin Yu was quite capable, he would definitely be so excited that his hands would tremble and he might even kneel down to express his gratitude when faced with such an extraordinary honor.

however.

Lin Yu merely glanced at the brocade box indifferently.

It's like glancing at a promotional flyer from a supermarket.

"oh."

He responded, then reached out and casually took out the Azure Dragon Medal, which represented supreme power.

"The texture is too hard, and the carving is mediocre; it's just an old piece of jade."

Lin Yu shook his head and casually tossed the medal onto the coffee table.

Then, to the utter astonishment of Chen Ling'er and Su Qianxue, he picked up the scalding hot white porcelain teacup and placed it directly on the medal.

"Perfect timing, this rosewood coffee table gets hot easily. This thing has good heat insulation, so I'll use it as a coaster."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Chen Ling'er's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "You...you used the Azure Dragon Medal as a coaster?!"

Su Qianxue knelt on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

That is the glory of a national hero!

That's a talisman that countless people would risk their lives for!

In his eyes, it was just a... mat to prevent the table from getting burned?

"What? Is it not allowed?"

Lin Yu took a sip of tea, his tone indifferent, "Go back and tell your grandfather that I'm not interested in such empty fame. If you want to thank me, prepare those few century-old spiritual herbs. I only accept tangible gifts, not empty promises."

"You! You're absolutely unreasonable!" Chen Ling'er's chest heaved with anger, wishing she could bite Lin Yu.

But as she looked at the medal pressed down by the teacup, and watched the tea stains flow down the gold edge, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside her.

Just how arrogant is this man? He doesn't even give the War Department any face?

Su Qianxue knelt to the side, watching this scene, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She recalled how she used to have to drink and beg people everywhere so that the Su family could get a bronze medal for "Outstanding Enterprise".

Lin Yu, however, regarded the top medal as worthless.

"So, the gap between us has widened to the point where I can't even see him from afar?"

Su Qianxue gave a bitter laugh and continued wiping the floor. She felt like a joke.

Just then.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Heavy, orderly footsteps suddenly came from outside the villa gate.

Immediately afterwards, a strong, nauseating smell of raw lacquer (the smell of a new coffin) wafted in, mixed with the cold wind, instantly dropping the temperature in the living room by several degrees.

"Who?!" Chen Ling'er turned around alertly, her hand on the military dagger at her waist.

Four burly men dressed in white mourning clothes and with expressionless faces were carrying a huge, pitch-black coffin made of nanmu wood, step by step, into the courtyard.

The coffin was incredibly heavy; with each step it took, it left a deep crater in the lawn.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

The black coffin was slammed heavily against the entrance of the villa's hall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

On the coffin lid, a striking character was written in bright red cinnabar: 【林】 (Lin).

"The Provincial Capital Martial Arts Alliance, acting on the orders of Chairman Yan Zhen, presents this coffin to congratulate Mr. Lin on his new home!"

The leader, a burly man in mourning clothes, had a hoarse voice, like that of a night owl. He held a black letter with gold lettering in his hand and casually tossed it aside.

The challenge shot towards Lin Yu like a flying dagger.

Snapped.

Lin Yu held the challenge letter between two fingers, didn't even look at it, and threw it directly into the trash can next to him.

"Sending a coffin?"

Lin Yu put down his teacup, his gaze passing over Chen Ling'er and landing on the black coffin at the door.

His eyes held no anger, only the indifference of someone looking at a dead man.

"How desperate must Yan Zhen be to send his final resting place here ahead of time?"

"presumptuous!"

The burly man in mourning clothes flew into a rage, unleashing a surge of chilling internal energy. "President Yan is a grandmaster! You killed Lei Hu of my Martial Alliance, this is an irreconcilable feud! In three days, at the Jiangzhou Medical Conference, President Yan will personally attend and take your dog's life! This coffin is prepared for you!"

"oh."

Lin Yu stood up and straightened his sleeves.

"Since you're here, don't go back empty-handed."

He slowly raised his hand and pressed it into the air, facing the black coffin at the door, a distance of more than ten meters.

"broken."

There was nothing earth-shattering about it.

Only an invisible yet immense pressure descended upon the black coffin in an instant.

Snap—Boom!

The solid black coffin, made of the finest nanmu wood and weighing several hundred kilograms, exploded in an instant!

Wood chips flying everywhere!

It wasn't just an explosion; it was as if an invisible hydraulic press had pulverized it into powder! Wood chips rained down like a storm, splattering the faces of the four burly men in mourning clothes.

"puff--!"

The four burly men simultaneously coughed up blood, and were thrown backward by the aftershock, crashing heavily into a mud pit in the yard, their ribs broken.

"Go back and tell Yan Zhen."

Lin Yu's voice pierced through the flying wood chips, clearly reaching everyone's ears:

I will go in three days.

"Let him wash his neck clean. This coffin is too small to contain his ambition. I'll send him a bigger one."

The four burly men were so frightened that they scrambled away.

Shattering a coffin with a single palm strike! Injuring someone from a distance!

What the hell is this level of skill?!

Inside the lobby.

Chen Ling'er opened her mouth wide, staring at the wood chips scattered on the ground, speechless for a long time.

Although she was a member of the War Department and had seen Grandmasters in action, she had never seen anyone so casually smash a solid wood coffin into powder like Lin Yu.

"Is this guy... a monster?"

Su Qianxue was so frightened that she shrank into the corner of the sofa, trembling and covering her head.

Provincial Capital Martial Arts Alliance... Yan Zhen...

That's the legendary ruthless killer!

Lin Yu actually wants to accept the challenge?

Is the world about to change?

Lin Yu dusted off his hands and turned to look at Chen Ling'er, who was still in a daze:

"Have you seen enough? If you have, get out. Don't keep me from having dinner."

Chen Ling'er came to her senses, gritted her teeth, and looked at Lin Yu with a changed expression.

What started as provocation has transformed into... an extremely complex desire for exploration.

Strong men always attract women, especially women like Chen Ling'er who admire martial prowess.

"Lin Yu, don't be so arrogant! Yan Zhen is a veteran grandmaster, not someone like Lei Hu!"

Chen Ling'er picked up the medal that had been used as a coaster, stuffed it back into the box, and said fiercely:

"I'll keep this medal for you for now! If you're still alive in three days, I'll send it to you!"

After saying that, she turned and left, but her steps were much heavier than when she came.

The villa returned to quiet.

Only black sawdust covered the ground, emitting a strange smell of raw lacquer.

Lin Yu sat down again and picked up his teacup.

"Mistress Su."

"Yes..." Su Qianxue replied in a trembling voice, still kneeling on the ground.

"Sweep up the sawdust on the ground. This nanmu wood is quite good; it's a hundred-year-old piece of submerged wood. I'll keep it to burn in the fireplace tonight, which will be perfect for my medicine-making."

Su Qianxue looked at the mess on the ground, and then at the man who was about to face the pursuit of the entire provincial martial arts alliance, yet was still concerned about the "firewood in the fireplace".

She suddenly felt that the world was crazy.

Or rather... this man is too crazy.

She lowered her head and silently reached out to grab the sharp wood shavings.

It hurts a lot when a splinter gets stuck in your flesh.

But compared to the fear and despair in my heart, what is this little pain?