Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

The hall of the funeral parlor was deathly silent.

Lu Changfeng knelt on one knee on the cold cement floor, panting heavily.

His gray trench coat was covered in dust, and his chest heaved violently.

He lowered his head, staring intently at his right hand that held the sword.

The area between the thumb and forefinger was cracked and oozing blood.

The lightning-struck peach wood sword, which had been passed down in the Lu family for a hundred years, still had two clear burn marks on its blade.

Just two fingers.

There were no complicated steps, no lengthy incantations, and not even protective ritual objects were used.

The young man in front of him, wearing shorts and eating kebabs, easily crushed the pride he had cultivated for twenty years with just his physical strength and an extremely domineering pure yang energy.

"Pure Yang energy emanates outwards like a fierce aura, true Qi condenses into fine threads..."

Lu Changfeng slowly raised his head, his handsome face filled with shock and disbelief.

A flicker of realization crossed his eyes as he stared intently at Lin Ye:

"Was that reclusive master who used lightning and fire to annihilate the Blood Corpse King at the Fourth Mental Hospital last night?!"

Aside from the legendary Pure Yang Dao Body, which is one in ten thousand, it is impossible for anyone in this world to be able to unleash the Thunderfire Talisman Technique to such a world-destroying degree.

Lin Ye threw away the bamboo skewer in his hand and pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Don't shout in my shop."

Lin Ye spoke in a languid tone, but his eyes revealed a sharp and oppressive force.

"Does your prestigious Lu family's code mean indiscriminately barging into other people's homes with swords, smashing, looting, and burning without any regard for right or wrong?"

Lu Changfeng's face stiffened, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

He always acted solely on his sword intuition, and when he sensed the overwhelming yin energy in the area, he immediately drew his sword, which was indeed somewhat biased.

Currently, being outmatched in skill, they've even lost seven-tenths of their confidence in refuting others.

Just as Lu Changfeng was struggling with how to save face, a faint light flickered on Lin Ye's retina, and the system's slightly mocking notification sounded right on time.

"Ding! Your Excellency, please exercise self-respect. System notification: A renowned sword cultivator's Daoist resolve has been thwarted. This person has decent talent, making them an excellent worker and scapegoat. Please make a choice within three minutes to extract the maximum remaining value!"

Option A: Sarcasm and ridicule – to beat someone when they're down, mocking that "the Lu family's swordsmanship isn't even worthy of cutting a watermelon for me."

[Reward: Master of Sharp Tongues title. Consequence: Lu Changfeng is filled with shame and indignation, and swears a blood oath to fight you to the death, adding another annoying nemesis to your list.]

[Option B: Forcefully accepting a disciple—Putting one's hands behind one's back, one says in a mysterious and profound manner, "I see you have extraordinary talent; why not become my disciple?"]

[Reward: You exude an aura of dominance. Consequence: The other party sees you as a madman who has disgraced their family, and will rather die than submit.]

Option C: Force a sale, establish a bond—extort a sum of money for emotional distress, and turn him into a long-term, high-quality gullible sucker.

[Reward: 200 Official Points, Obtain the True Explanation of the Divine Rank [Lightning Talisman] Drawing Method, Lu Changfeng's Favorability Subtly Increases (He's a masochistic person who admires strength).]

A glint of light flashed in Lin Ye's eyes.

This system is incredibly accurate at judging people!

These young masters, born into prestigious families and with high aspirations, often harbor a deep-seated admiration for the strong.

The more you humiliate him, the more unfathomable he will find you.

I choose C.

Lin Ye stood up and slowly walked to Lu Changfeng.

He glanced down at the cracked floor tile that Lu Changfeng had stepped on when he slid back.

"For the sake of the Lu family ancestors, I will not cripple your cultivation today."

Lin Ye held up three fingers and waved them in mid-air.

"You damaged one of my family's heirloom bluestone floor tiles, so you'll have to pay 50,000 yuan in compensation. Just now, you drew your sword and released a menacing aura, which frightened my two delicate employees, so that's 50,000 yuan for emotional distress. Let's round it down to 100,000 yuan in total."

Wang Pangzi, who was hiding behind the counter, was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

This isn't just rounding down; this is outright robbery!

Those broken floor tiles can be bought for ten yuan for three pieces; those two "delicate" shop assistants together could tear an elephant apart!

Lu Changfeng was also stunned.

He had expected Lin Ye to use all sorts of profound and unfathomable words to humiliate him, but he never expected that the other party would be so full of money.

"You, a man of such high standing... are so greedy for money?" Lu Changfeng gritted his teeth, his face full of astonishment.

"Nonsense, do experts not need to eat or pay utility bills?"

Lin Ye rolled his eyes, took out his phone, pulled out the payment code, and handed it over.

"Scan QR code or transfer? No credit."

Lu Changfeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the humiliation in his heart.

He took out his phone, and with a "beep," scanned the QR code to pay 100,000 yuan.

As the eldest son of the Lu family, he has no shortage of money.

Upon seeing the notification that the transfer was successful, Lin Ye's face instantly plastered with a forced, insincere smile:

"Young Master Lu is very generous. If you want to spar in the future, remember to buy a ticket first. Take care when you leave, and remember to close the door for me."

Lu Changfeng stood up from the ground and put the peach wood sword into the sword box on his back.

He gave Lin Ye a deep look, then glanced at Leng Yue, who sat behind the counter and hadn't even looked at him once.

"I will remember this humiliation."

He straightened his back, and that arrogance resurfaced.

"I will challenge you again. One day, my sword will pierce your protective aura!"

"I'll be waiting for you anytime, just remember to bring enough money." Lin Ye waved his hand.

Lu Changfeng snorted coldly, pushed open the glass door, and strode into the night of Taiping Old Street.

The fat man crawled out from behind the counter, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and gave Lin Ye a thumbs up:

"Ye Zi, you're amazing. You even dared to treat the Lu family like easy prey, and you even gained a fanboy in the process."

"What fanboy? This is a high-quality ATM."

Lin Ye stretched.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's close up shop and get some rest. I need to catch up on my sleep tonight."

"Alright!"

The fat man, with great awareness, tidied up the barbecue skewers and beer bottles on the table. As he stuffed the empty beer bottles into plastic bags, he kept glancing at the sofa from the corner of his eye.

He saw Leng Yue get up and walk towards Lin Ye, the hem of her wine-red bathrobe brushing against the sofa armrest, carrying a cool fragrance.

Although the fat man wasn't a member of the Xuanmen sect, he had been involved with various forces for so long that he still had some discernment.

"Alright, it's time for the 'tool' to step aside."

The fat man slung the plastic bag over his wrist, and Chong Linye forced a lewd smile, lowering his voice to say:

"Ye Zi, I'm truly impressed by how well you've managed to live off your wife. You're not running a funeral parlor, you're running a spider's web."

"roll."

Lin Ye uttered a single word without turning his head.

"Okay, I'll get out of here now."

The fat man walked to the door, then turned back and delivered another fatal blow.

"I'll bring you two pounds of roasted kidneys tomorrow to help you recover. Don't get carried away just because you have that so-called Pure Yang Body. I'm counting on you to live a few more years and protect me."

With that, the fat man waved his hand and turned to leave.

Before leaving, he casually flipped the "Open for Business" sign on the door to "Closed".