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

The next day, it was cloudy.

The sky was a hazy gray, like a moldy rag, heavily pressing down on Jiangzhou. The air was extremely humid, mixed with the earthy smell and some indescribable chill, sticky and suffocating.

Longhu Mountain Villa.

This is the largest open-air martial arts arena in Jiangzhou, which has been booked by the provincial martial arts alliance today.

All roads within a five-mile radius are closed.

Hundreds of black cars were parked neatly at the foot of the mountain like a funeral procession. Every ten steps, there stood a martial arts alliance disciple dressed in a black training uniform, with bulging belts at his waist, exuding a menacing aura. This was the prestige of the provincial capital's martial arts alliance.

On the arena in the very center of the manor.

There was a grand master's chair covered with a tiger skin.

A gaunt old man with sunken eyes sat upright among them. He twirled two heavy steel balls in his hands, making a "crack, crack" sound, each sound like a blow to the hearts of everyone present.

Yan Zhen.

The provincial capital martial arts association branch president, a master of internal energy transformation, is known as "Ghost Hand Yama".

Beside him stood a brand-new, enormous mahogany coffin. The lid was half-open, and the dark interior resembled a gaping maw, ready to devour today's offering.

Below the stage, the celebrities and wealthy people of Jiangzhou were restless, their faces pale, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

They came to see the show, but at that moment they felt like lambs to the slaughter.

"Has Lin Yu not arrived yet?"

Yan Zhen stopped wielding the iron dart, his voice hoarse and grating, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, "Ten more minutes. If he doesn't come, I'll slaughter the entire Huichuntang family and turn Jiangzhou upside down."

"Master Yan! We're innocent! We have nothing to do with Lin Yu!"

A sudden, heart-wrenching wail erupted from a corner of the crowd.

A group of people dressed in mourning clothes (in order to please Yan Zhen, they even put on mourning clothes in advance) rushed down to the arena and knelt down in a row with a thud, splashing mud and water all over the ground.

It was the Su family.

The leader, Zhao Huilan, had disheveled hair and a face that bore no resemblance to a wealthy lady, instead covered in snot and tears. Behind her followed Su's numerous aunts and uncles, and even Old Master Su, who had just been discharged from the hospital and was in a wheelchair.

"Master Yan! We're here to report and expose you!"

Zhao Huilan kowtowed repeatedly, pointing to the sky and swearing:

"That little bastard Lin Yu, although he used to be married into our family, we kicked him out long ago! He has absolutely no connection with the Su family!"

"He killed Lord Lei Hu! He killed Young Master Zhang! Our Su family is also a victim! We beg Master Yan to investigate and spare us!"

The surrounding Jiangzhou celebrities all cast disdainful glances their way.

The Su family truly has the word "shameless" etched on their foreheads. Just a few days ago they were begging Lin Yu for help, and now that Lin Yu is finished, they immediately turn around and bite the hand that feeds them.

Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes, looking at the group of people at his feet who resembled maggots, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth:

"Oh? If it's alright, then what are you doing here?"

"We must uphold justice even at the cost of family ties!"

Zhao Huilan's face was contorted with rage as she gritted her teeth and said, "If that little beast dares to show his face, I'll be the first to spit on him! We want to see him die with our own eyes! To entertain Master Yan! As long as you're happy, we, the Su family, will be your dogs!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Yan Zhen threw his head back and laughed wildly, his inner energy surging. The laughter shook the leaves around him, causing them to fall in a rustling sound. "Good! What a righteous act of sacrificing family for the greater good! Since you're so sincere, I'll spare your lives and have you kneel down and watch the show!"

"Thank you, Grandmaster! Thank you, Grandmaster!"

Zhao Huilan felt like she had been granted a pardon. She pulled the Su family members to kneel in the most conspicuous position on the stage, staring at the entrance with vicious eyes.

She cursed him frantically in her heart: Lin Yu, you jinx, today is your death day!

Just then.

"Boom—"

A muffled rumble of thunder rolled across the horizon.

The rain finally started to fall.

The raindrops, like needles, pierced the earth in dense, persistent patterns.

"Tap, tap, tap."

A series of unhurried footsteps pierced through the sound of rain and the noise of the scene, ringing out clearly.

The entrance to the resort.

A huge black umbrella opened up the curtain of rain.

Under the umbrella stood a young man in a long black overcoat. His hands were in his pockets, his expression indifferent, and his steps steady, as if he had come not to die, but to enjoy the flowers in the rain.

And half a step behind him.

Following them was a woman dressed in simple gray cloth, head bowed, responsible for holding up the heavy black umbrella with both hands.

That's Su Qianxue.

She held the umbrella high with both hands, trying to shield Lin Yu as much as possible, while half of her own body was exposed to the rain and was quickly soaked through. Her thin clothes clung to her body, making her look particularly disheveled.

She dared not walk too fast, nor too slow, carefully maintaining the distance befitting a "servant".

"Here he comes! It's Lin Yu!"

"My God, he really dared to come? And he only brought one woman with him?"

"That person holding the umbrella... doesn't that look like Su Qianxue, the eldest daughter of the Su family?"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

All eyes were on the man and the woman.

The stark visual contrast—one person strolling leisurely like a king, the other following humbly like a servant—deeply shocked everyone present.

"Asaki?!"

Zhao Huilan, kneeling below the stage, nearly popped her eyes out when she saw this scene.

Why is her daughter following behind Lin Yu? And holding an umbrella like a maid?

"Su Qianxue! You brat! Have you gone mad?!"

Zhao Huilan jumped up and screamed, pointing at Su Qianxue's nose and yelling, "Come here! Stay away from that dead man! Do you want to ruin the Su family?! Get over here and kowtow to Master Yan!"

Upon hearing her mother's voice, Su Qianxue trembled violently and paused in her tracks.

She looked up and saw her mother and grandfather kneeling in the mud, as well as her relatives staring at her with hatred.

In that instant, shame burned through my entire body like fire.

In front of all the powerful and influential people in Jiangzhou, she held an umbrella for her ex-husband like a maid, and was even publicly scolded by her own family...

She wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"What, you want to go there?"

Lin Yu stopped walking, but did not turn around. He simply asked a question.

Su Qianxue looked at Lin Yu's tall and straight back, and then at his family members kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, making a complete fool of themselves.

She recalled the "torture" she had suffered in the villa these past few days, and the extraordinary methods Lin Yu had displayed.

She bit her pale lips, gripped the umbrella handle tightly again, her voice trembling but firm:

"No... I am the master's servant. Wherever the master is, I am there."

She has seen through it all.

The Su family members are spineless; once they kneel down, they can't get back up.

The man in front of her, though cold-hearted and treating her like a dog, was standing.

"You're smart."

Lin Yu took a step forward and continued walking.

The two walked through hundreds of martial arts alliance disciples, who were menacing and wielding steel knives, as if they were in an empty place, and went straight to the bottom of the arena.

"Lin Yu!!"

Yan Zhen suddenly stood up from the armchair, and a terrifying aura pressed down like a landslide and tsunami, causing the surrounding rain to splash in all directions.

"You killed my beloved disciple, wiped out the entire Zhang family! And you still dare to bring a woman to your death?!"

"Today, I will tear you apart and skin you alive as a sacrifice to the spirit of my disciple in heaven!"

boom!

With Yan Zhen's roar, hundreds of martial arts alliance disciples around him stepped forward simultaneously, their blades flashing a pale white in the rain.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shouts of battle were deafening.

Su Qianxue was so startled that her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the umbrella.

She was just an ordinary woman; she had never seen anything like this before. Her legs went weak, and she was about to collapse.

One hand steadily supported her elbow.

Lin Yu turned his head and glanced at her.

That was the first time in the past few days that she had seen a trace of... "confidence" in his eyes.

Hold the umbrella firmly.

"Don't get my clothes wet."

Lin Yu released his grip and walked alone, step by step, onto the arena.

He stood in front of Yan Zhen, ten meters away.

The raindrops parted automatically three feet above his head, leaving not even the hem of his clothes wet.

Lin Yu glanced at the mahogany coffin, then at Yan Zhen, shook his head, and looked at Yan Zhen with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Yan Zhen, you've got one thing wrong."

"I'm not here to die."

"I'm here to inform you—"

Lin Yu raised his right hand, pointed to the coffin, and spoke in a calm voice that resonated throughout the room:

"Since the coffin is already prepared, let's not waste it."

"Will you lie down yourself, or should I help you?"

mad!

That's outrageous!

Facing a master of internal energy, and hundreds of steel blades, he actually let the opponent lie down in a coffin?!

Zhao Huilan, sitting in the audience, covered her eyes in terror: "It's over! It's over! This madman is doomed! That bitch Su Qianxue will be buried with him! Our Su family line will end!"

Yan Zhen laughed in anger, veins bulging on his face, his two iron gallbladders creaking in his hands.

"Good! Good! Good! In my thirty years of traversing Jiangnan, I have never seen such a reckless young man!"

"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

"Bone-Melting Palm!!"

Yan Zhen's figure flickered and he instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next second, he appeared above Lin Yu's head, a withered hand that turned as black as ink, carrying a nauseating fishy smell and a deadly poisonous aura, and slammed it hard towards Lin Yu's crown!

This palm strike contains deadly poison and sinister energy; the person struck by it will have all their bones shattered and turn into blood!

"what!"

The timid ladies in the audience screamed.

however.

Lin Yu kept his hands behind his back, without even raising his head.

He didn't even glance at the poisonous hand.

Just as that black hand was about to touch his hair.

A dazzling azure light suddenly erupted from Lin Yu's body!

That's the protective true essence of the fourth level of Qi Refining!

"roll."

It's just one word.

Yet it was as if his words had become law, and thunder had struck.

boom--!

A visible cyan wave of energy exploded outwards from Lin Yu in all directions!

Yan Zhen's deadly palm strike was like hitting a high-speed spinning steel blade, or like colliding with a speeding high-speed train.

"Snap!"

Yan Zhen's arm snapped in the opposite direction in an instant, the bone piercing through his flesh!

Immediately afterwards, he felt as if he had been slapped hard by an invisible giant hand.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered!

Yan Zhen was sent flying backward at ten times the speed he had come from, tumbling more than a dozen times in the air before finally—

"Thump!"

With perfect precision, he fell into the mahogany coffin he had prepared himself!

"Bang!"

Whether by coincidence or not, the coffin lid slid off automatically and slammed shut when it was shaken!

Yan Zhen, prepare him for burial!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Only the sound of rain continued, pouring down.

Everyone gaped, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Is that... all there is to it?

A dignified master of internal energy, a big shot in the provincial capital, was roared into a coffin before he could even exchange a single blow.

Lin Yu stood on the arena and dusted off his sleeves.

He didn't even lift a finger.

He turned to look at Su Qianxue, who was frozen in place below the stage, still holding her umbrella, and said calmly:

"Mistress Su, what are you standing there for?"

"umbrella."