Chapter 33: Vanquishing the Diamond Assassin

Lin Yuan waved his hand dismissively. "It was nothing."

"For Master Lin, it may be nothing, but for me, it was a matter of life and death!" Xiao Tianxiong said, beaming. "I'll have someone prepare a feast immediately. Please, Master Lin, do us the honor."

"Alright, I haven't had breakfast yet anyway," Lin Yuan replied.

"Someone, take care of Xiao Qi's body and send it back to the Xiao family!" Xiao Tianxiong ordered.

...

At the dining table, Lin Yuan ate ravenously.

He couldn't help it—the food was simply too lavish.

Partway through, Xiao Tianxiong received a phone call and hurriedly left.

Xiao Daier picked up a chicken drumstick and placed it in Lin Yuan's bowl. Her delicate hand supported her cheek, her bright eyes sparkling as she watched him devour his food, smiling sweetly.

"My father must have rushed off to boast to his so-called martial friends," she said, amused.

"Oh," Lin Yuan replied, biting straight into the drumstick, enchanted by its aroma.

With a beauty like her sitting across the table—a feast for the eyes as well as the palate—his appetite grew even more.

"Little brother, once you’re full, would you like to visit your sister’s room?" she asked, blinking playfully with a hint of mischief.

"Sure, I’ve never seen a girl’s room before."

Her words immediately set his mind racing.

He sped up, quickly clearing the table, belched contentedly, and wiped his mouth.

"Let’s go, Sister Daier," he said, rising, eager to head upstairs.

But Xiao Daier emerged from the bathroom and handed him a toothbrush, feigning annoyance. "Go brush your teeth first. Your mouth is all greasy—do you intend to savor your sister’s treasures like that?"

Lin Yuan realized she was right, took the toothbrush, and went to freshen up.

When he finished, he saw that Xiao Daier had already gone upstairs.

He followed her up.

"Over here, little brother," she called from her doorway.

Lin Yuan entered her room.

"This is your sister’s room. Feel free to look around. You’re the first boy ever to step inside," Xiao Daier said warmly.

"Alright." Lin Yuan began his inspection in earnest.

He opened the wardrobe.

Stockings of all kinds, cute little undergarments.

There were also school uniforms, princess dresses, evening gowns.

But Lin Yuan wasn’t particularly interested in these things—he had no such peculiar tastes.

After all, beauties like Xiao Daier and Lin Shanshan had no need for stockings to conceal imperfections; they were flawless as they were.

Xiao Daier found it strange that he showed so little interest in her clothes.

"All done, Sister Daier," Lin Yuan said, stepping in front of her.

She gently embraced him and pressed her fragrant lips to his.

After a long while, they parted, and Xiao Daier pulled his face into her generous bosom.

She leaned close to his ear, her tone seductive, "Now that you’ve finished touring my room, it’s time to tour your sister’s body. Remember, you can do whatever you like, except take off my cute little things—otherwise, your sister will be angry."

...

Evening.

Leaving the Xiao family, Lin Yuan felt reluctant to part.

"Sister Daier’s figure is incredible. A pity she won’t play cards with me," he sighed. "Still, she gave me an idea."

Earlier, during their tender moments, Xiao Daier had shared with him a way to create something unique.

So, Lin Yuan decided to set up a spiritual spring formation.

From now on, the water for his Jade Skin Powder would be drawn from this spring, doubling its effects and producing immediate results.

Without further delay, Lin Yuan headed to the outskirts, venturing into the mountains.

He soon found a mountain spring, diverted its flow halfway up the mountain, and built a wooden cabin there.

Then, he took out his ritual implements and began arranging the formation around the cabin.

The implements were self-made, crafted from quartz, blue chalcedony, and other basic stones, inscribed with Daoist patterns.

Half an hour later, the formation was complete.

Inside the cabin, the spring water began to emit a cool, pale mist.

This was spiritual energy.

Of course, this level of spiritual energy was of little use to Lin Yuan now.

Back at Shennongjia, even the grand Daoist halls that gathered wind and energy weren’t enough to further his cultivation.

"Done," Lin Yuan clapped his hands and turned to leave.

At the foot of the mountain, he saw a shadowy figure standing ahead.

"It’s late. Are you waiting for me?" Lin Yuan smiled.

At last, she had arrived.

Codename: Zero!

"This is a perfect place for killing," she said—a woman’s voice.

"You’re not wrong," Lin Yuan agreed. In the dead of night, in the wilderness, it was the perfect opportunity to deal with her.

"Any last words?" she asked coldly.

"Any last words?" Lin Yuan echoed.

"Foolish brat, die!" she snarled, attacking suddenly. Three cold flashes shot toward him.

Lin Yuan raised his hand and caught them. "Not bad, three poisoned throwing knives at once."

"What? How could you catch them barehanded?" she gasped, fear flickering in her eyes.

A clear warning sounded in her mind: this youth was dangerous—unfathomably so.

"And why shouldn’t I be able to?" Lin Yuan toyed with the throwing knives, gazing at her with mocking amusement.

"The organization’s intel was wrong!" she said, despairing. "I didn’t expect you’d be at the late Yellow Rank!"

"No, I’m late Earth Rank," Lin Yuan replied, flicking the knives back at her.

With a hiss, one knife pierced her brow.

Her eyes widened in disbelief in her final moments.

She couldn’t fathom how someone so young could reach the late Earth Rank—a realm reserved for the extraordinary.

Impossible!

Lin Yuan walked over, carved a "3" on her forehead with the knife, snapped a photo, and then unleashed a surge of true energy, vaporizing her completely.

Returning home, Lin Yuan sent Lin Weiwei a text about the spiritual spring, then went to bed.

With Lin Shanshan at school, he had no beauty to hold at night—how lonely and unbearable.

The next day, Lin Yuan received a call from Han Ling.

She said the milk tea shop had been transferred to her.

His little aunt had taken a huge loss, thanks to Xiao Daier’s men who blocked her door every day, threatening her incessantly.

Unable to bear it, his aunt handed the shop over to Han Ling, begging her to call off those fierce black-clad thugs.

"Good, now you just need to hire two employees, and you’ll be a little boss yourself," Lin Yuan chuckled.

"Mm-hmm, now I’ll have time to play," Han Ling replied, her voice brimming with excitement.

They chatted a bit more before she hung up, eager to set up her new shop.

At ten o’clock, Lin Weiwei called, saying the spiritual spring was miraculous.

She’d drunk some and instantly expelled impurities from her body.

After bathing, her skin was even more supple.

"Weiwei, the spiritual spring is great for bathing—it’s good for your health, but its effects are limited," Lin Yuan explained, since the formation was only a low-level spiritual gathering array.

"Lin Yuan, can I take some home for bathing?"

"Of course, the spring is inexhaustible—take as much as you like."

Lin Yuan wasn’t particularly attached to the spiritual spring; he only hoped to make some money from it for now.

"Thank you," Lin Weiwei replied gratefully.