Chapter 600: Wasting Two in a Row

Lin Dong’s gaze sharpened. In an instant, Qin Mengtai realized his body was suddenly flying toward him uncontrollably. No matter how hard Qin Mengtai struggled, an invisible force, as solid as an impenetrable wall, exerted overwhelming pressure on his will. At the same time, Feng Zhengyang, who had fallen to the ground and couldn’t get up without help, also flew into the air.
“Master, save me! Master, save me…”
Faced with this irresistible pressure once again, Feng Zhengyang was even more overwhelmed than before and immediately began to plead for Qin Mengtai’s help. Last time, at least he had tried to hold his ground for a while.
Qin Mengtai didn’t intervene. Feng Zhengyang was his proudest disciple, one he had invested countless efforts in training. He wanted to save him, but unfortunately, he couldn’t. At this moment, he was in as much trouble as a clay Buddha trying to cross a river.
The elders of the Sky Sword Sect also didn’t intervene. Since Feng Zhengyang had dared to defy the sect master, let alone the fact that Lin Dong was being dismissed at Yun Cangqiong’s orders, even without Yun Cangqiong’s involvement, they wouldn’t spare Feng Zhengyang—his skin would be stripped off if he didn’t die. Not even Qin Mengtai could interfere in this matter; the sect master’s authority was unquestionable, let alone that he was just a second-generation disciple.
As for Qin Mengtai, the elders of the Sky Sword Sect were only too happy to see this happen. Since Yun Cangqiong hadn’t ordered the dismissal of the grand elder, they believed Lin Dong surely wouldn’t do such a thing. They were content to watch the grand elder suffer, as long as his life was spared.
“Pity me.”
As he got closer and closer to Lin Dong, Feng Zhengyang finally couldn’t hold back and switched from pleading for help to begging for mercy.
Yun Cangqiong dismissed him with disdain. In his eyes, such a person, no matter how strong, was still a waste.
When the two were about two meters away, Lin Dong stretched out his hands and, with a cold smile, grabbed each of their necks with one hand.
“Pity me, Shop Master Lin! Please show mercy this time. I swear, from now on, whenever I see you again, I’ll stay far away…” Feng Zhengyang cried out. With last time’s experience, his pleas for mercy weren’t too embarrassing.
“Zhengyang, don’t beg him!” Qin Mengtai shouted.
“Master, please ask Shop Master Lin to spare me! I don’t want to die…” Instead of stopping, Feng Zhengyang cried out even louder. His shrill, harsh voice made Qin Mengtai regret having indulged him too much before, even refusing to let him train in the spiritual array to strengthen his mental resolve. That voice also made the elders of the Sky Sword Sect’s faces flush slightly.

Feng Zhengyang was one of the most outstanding second-generation disciples of the Tianjian Sect. If Feng Zhengyang lost face, these elders would also suffer disgrace along with him.
“Listen to your master’s attitude. It’s not that I won’t spare you—it’s simply that your master really irritates me,” Lin Dong said, raising an eyebrow at Feng Zhengyang.
“Never think of it! I’ll never slander my master!” Though terrified and uneasy, Feng Zhengyang remained fairly clear-headed. He wasn’t stupid either and immediately understood that Lin Dong was trying to provoke him into cursing Qin Mengtai.
Such an unfilial act would not be tolerated by the Tianjian Sect, let alone anywhere else in the Great Han Kingdom. Even if it wasn’t certain whether Lin Dong would truly spare him, even if he did escape today, he would eventually have to pay the price tomorrow or the day after. Feng Zhengyang wasn’t stupid—he certainly wouldn’t do such a thing.
Lin Dong wasn’t in a hurry either. Slowly applying pressure with his palm, bit by bit, blue veins began to appear around Feng Zhengyang’s neck, and his face gradually turned red and distorted.
In just a breath or two, Feng Zhengyang struggled to open his mouth and stammered incomprehensibly. Lin Dong then relaxed his grip.
Gaspping for precious air, and seeing Lin Dong’s eyebrows rise again, Feng Zhengyang hesitated no longer. One option was to become a pariah hunted by everyone, while the other was to be killed on the spot. As his breathing grew more difficult, he realized that even ants crave survival, let alone humans. Living one more moment was better than living one less. Maybe new opportunities might arise later.
“Shopkeeper Lin, I’m guilty. I shouldn’t have taken a thief as my master, nor should I have listened to that thief Qin Mengtai’s schemes and turned against you…”
Everyone in the Tianjian Sect wanted to dig a hole and hide. As Feng Zhengyang’s fellow disciples or even uncles, they were ashamed on his behalf.
Without Lin Dong needing to apply more pressure, Qin Mengtai’s face also turned red. He opened his mouth to scold them several times but gave up in the end—he no longer had the face to rebuke Feng Zhengyang.
“Feng Zhengyang, shut up!”
Seeing that Feng Zhengyang kept talking without stopping, Mo Jianchen and Qin Mengtai’s other disciples, though somewhat pleased by Qin Mengtai’s indulgence of Feng Zhengyang over the years, couldn’t bear to see him suffer any longer. They stepped forward together to call him off.
“Shopkeeper Lin, and them too! They’re equally complicit, helping that traitor Qin Mengtai scheme against you!” Feng Zhengyang shouted. “Please release me first. I’m willing to serve as your pawn and kill them all.”

“Jian Chen earnestly asks his brother-in-law to release his master and hand over that traitor Feng Zhengyang to us.” Mo Jianchen helplessly bowed to Lin Dong.
Lin Dong slowly shook his head. Mo Jianchen and Xue Qinghong were both disciples with very good relationships within the Tianjian Sect under Yun Lan. Under normal circumstances, Lin Dong would never refuse anything Mo Jianchen asked. But now, he had no choice but to decline.
Because he had to eliminate future threats. Especially Feng Zhengyang—disabling him was an order from Yun Cangqiong. In terms of status, Yun Cangqiong was far above Mo Jianchen.
“Brother-in-law…”
Mo Jianchen tried to speak again, but suddenly, Feng Zhengyang let out a scream as Lin Dong threw him away.
From the outside, nothing seemed amiss, but his meridians had already been completely destroyed by Lin Dong’s spiritual energy.
“It hurts… it hurts… Save me! You’re not keeping your word! You’re not keeping your word…” Feng Zhengyang rolled on the ground, filled with hatred toward Lin Dong but unable to express it properly.
Qin Mengtai remained silent, his pain no less intense than Feng Zhengyang’s. It was his prized disciple, one he had nurtured for over twenty years and placed great hopes on, who had been disabled.
Lin Dong suddenly smiled coldly, and Qin Mengtai felt a dark cloud rise in his heart.
“Dare you!”
Clearly, Qin Mengtai guessed why Lin Dong was smiling.
Lin Dong didn’t answer; instead, he acted. Spiritual energy surged from his meridians and instantly entered Qin Mengtai’s body through his palms.
Forcing spiritual energy into someone else’s meridians required being three to four times stronger than the target.
Qin Mengtai was at the eighth level of the Xin Ni stage, while Lin Dong was at the first level of the Xin Cheng stage. Although the gap between them was only two levels, there was still a vast difference between a peak expert and an ordinary expert.
Thus, when the spiritual energy entered Qin Mengtai’s body and rushed toward his meridians, it faced considerable resistance, but the disparity between the two was stark.
Spiritual energy began to gather around Lin Dong, while the spiritual energy belonging to Qin Mengtai continued to diminish. With a pop, the struggle between their spiritual energies shifted from Qin Mengtai being repeatedly defeated to Lin Dong overwhelming him completely.
When the elders of the Tianjian Sect sensed the abnormality in the spiritual energy, Lin Dong already swung his right arm, sending Qin Mengtai flying backward.
Bang!
With a muffled thud, Qin Mengtai landed beside Feng Zhengyang, who was still rolling on the ground. Unlike Feng Zhengyang, he didn’t cry out in pain. Though his face was pale and sweat streamed down his face, he clenched his teeth tightly, his bloodthirsty eyes fixed on Lin Dong.
“I knew it!”

Behind Lin Dong, Feng Yue couldn’t help but mutter. When Lin Dong took action, he had wanted to ask him to let him deal with Qin Mengtai, but out of respect for Lin Dong, he had to hold back. As expected, his greatest enemy in the Tianjian Sect—that old scoundrel Qin Mengtai—had been disabled by Lin Dong, leaving no room for him to intervene. The entire Tianjian Sect was in chaos; after the shock, everyone rushed at Qin Mengtai. After checking Qin Mengtai’s damaged meridians, their gazes turned to Lin Dong, filled with intense anger. “Lin Dong, how did you manage to disable even the Grand Elder?” Yun Cangqiong was stunned. No one believed Lin Dong could also disable Qin Mengtai, not even he. Yet Lin Dong had exceeded everyone’s expectations by doing just that. Disabling Feng Zhengyang was done at the orders of the sect master, and since Feng Zhengyang had already defied the master, it wasn’t considered an irreconcilable conflict. But disabling Qin Mengtai was a completely different matter. Qin Mengtai was an elder of the Tianjian Sect; though usually extremely strict, his loyalty to the sect was beyond doubt. His status in the sect was second only to that of the master. Disabling him—regardless of whether he had truly committed a crime worthy of such punishment—meant the sect wouldn’t allow others to do it. If someone else disabled him, whether right or wrong, the sect would have to avenge Qin Mengtai for its pride and reputation. This hatred was irreconcilable. “Master, my master, my brother-in-law…” If Yun Cangqiong was the most troublesome person in the Tianjian Sect, then Mo Jianchen was the most conflicted. With his master disabled, it should have been a grievance that demanded bloodshed to settle. But the one who disabled his master was his brother-in-law. Whether considering his relationship with Yun Lan or his direct connection with Lin Dong, he couldn’t bear any grudge against Lin Dong. “Damn it!” An irritable elder suddenly rushed forward, aiming a sword at Lin Dong. But halfway, he stopped—his body no longer under his control. “If you want to kill me to avenge the Grand Elder, go ahead. But first, you’d better test the strength of these guards behind me. Also, understand that bringing them here from afar isn’t just for show; in a crisis, they have other uses as well.” Lin Dong glanced at everyone, ignoring their anger completely. After giving a reminder, he took out the first set of gifts prepared in the movable counter. One after another, in the blink of an eye, three rows of twenty large wooden boxes appeared beside Lin Dong.