CHAPTER 410: CHAPTER 0407: ALL OF YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY, QIN YANG IS ABOUT TO SHOW OFF

Yingtian City.

"Brother Lin, based on my observations, you always seem to enjoy standing up for the weak," Qin Yang said.

Lin Fan responded, "That’s called drawing your sword to help when injustice arises. You’ve been with me for a while, yet you still don’t understand this principle? Honestly, a bit disappointing."

Qin Yang was at a loss for words.

He had a vague sense that something wasn’t quite right. All along, Lin Fan had said they should stay low-key and avoid getting into conflicts with others. But upon closer reflection, it felt terrifying—like they weren’t being provoked by others but actively going out of their way to provoke trouble themselves.

"Little girl, he doesn’t get it; that’s his problem. But you can’t be clueless. Remember one thing."

"Draw your sword to help when injustice arises."

Lin Fan wanted to impart his own code of conduct to the little girl. Even if he got himself beaten to death one day, at least there would be someone to carry on his legacy.

Qin Yang noticed that the little girl seemed to be changing in Lin Fan’s hands. Who knew what she might turn into in the future?

Such a good little girl.

Delicately beautiful.

She had the potential to make it onto the Flower List someday, yet she’d encountered this kind of mentor and was getting led astray. Alas, if it were up to him, he’d surely guide her down the righteous path.

Si Xian Pavilion.

"The body is there, devoid of breath. She’s definitely dead."

Xiang Fei looked at the hanging corpse, unsure of what to say. For commoners dealing with Royal Nobles, death was usually just swept under the rug. Seeking revenge? That’d be nothing short of a pipe dream.

Lin Fan waved his hand and took down the hanging corpse.

"Stop right there! It’s not time for entry yet; leave immediately."

As they prepared to enter, two ferocious guards blocked their path. The second prince was still inside resting; no outsiders were allowed in. Even if they could enter, just by looks alone, these few didn’t seem like they’d fit in.

Qin Yang scoffed, "What? Do we look like paupers to you? We’ve got money—now get lost."

Splat!

Two heads rolled.

"Brother Lin, what are you doing?" Qin Yang was dumbstruck. They were still mid-conversation, and Lin Fan just went ahead and chopped off their heads. Wasn’t that a little excessive?

Lin Fan replied, "Why waste words with them? They’re not worth anything. Just go inside."

"Brutal," Qin Yang muttered, stunned by Lin Fan’s domineering demeanor. Normally, one would just deal blows that caused internal injuries, but here Lin Fan opted straight for decapitation—so abrupt it was hard to process.

"Ah! Murder!"

Passersby saw the carnage and screamed in panic, fleeing in terror from the bloodstained scene.

Inside the hall!

The madam of the establishment was trembling in fear yesterday, nearly scared to death by the second prince. If it hadn’t been for the later entertainment, she might have suffered a public breakdown under his abuses.

At this moment.

The madam spotted strangers entering, her brows furrowed, and she snapped irritably, "How did you get in? Leave immediately! If you disturb the second prince’s rest, you’ll regret it."

Clap!

Lin Fan reached out, grabbed the madam, and clutched her by the throat. "Speak. Which room is the second prince in?"

"Who are you people? Do you have a death wish daring to behave like this?" The madam roared angrily, but upon meeting Lin Fan’s piercing gaze, she obediently answered, "Second floor, center room."

"Honest enough."

Lin Fan was pleased. He liked people who knew when to yield; stubbornness was often pointless.

He tossed the madam in front of the little girl.

"Twist her neck. You’ve been training all this time, yet you haven’t killed anyone yet—this isn’t acceptable," Lin Fan instructed.

The little girl obediently approached the madam. Her delicate arms slid beneath the madam’s neck, while her other hand gripped her head. Amid the madam’s pleading shrieks, there was a sickening crack...

The madam’s neck contorted unnaturally; it felt as though something had loudly snapped inside her.

"Such a nice little girl, turned cruel," Qin Yang sighed. Her casual, composed manner of neck-breaking made it look like second nature.

The scene was chilling.

Sigh!

Sure enough, under Brother Lin’s tutelage, everything became violent and savage.

Second floor.

Lin Fan led the group into the room, where numerous scantily clad women lay sprawled around. Amidst them, a man was sound asleep.

Gradually.

Si Zhaoming opened his eyes to see strangers entering. Yet he was completely unfazed, calmly reaching for clothing and dressing himself.

"Who are you people? What are you doing barging into my room?"

He was the second prince of the Grand Abyss Dynasty, powerful and esteemed. He didn’t feel the slightest worry about these unknown intruders, nor any concern about what they might do to him.

"What a cocky bastard. We’re standing right here, and he’s still playing it cool. Intolerable," Qin Yang grumbled. He hated nothing more than people showing off more than him.

Being a Noble Family Young Master of an Immortal Venerable Family...

His status and authority were unmatched. If he were in such a situation, he’d react in panic, shouting something along the lines of, "What the hell do you want?"

But this guy?

His arrogance was undeniable.

Clearly, he didn’t take them seriously.

Si Zhaoming had been through countless similar situations. Plenty of so-called powerful figures had challenged him, only to cower upon learning he was the second prince of the Grand Abyss Dynasty. Some even begged on their knees, their defiance evaporating entirely.

As for this instance?

It must not be much different.

"Who sent you? What’s your goal? Might as well lay it out—perhaps what you’re after is worthless to me. I love helping others, so maybe I could assist you," Si Zhaoming said calmly. His poised demeanor was unmistakable—truly fitting for a prince.

Lin Fan conjured a long sword, and with a swish, held it against Si Zhaoming’s neck.

"Haha! Wielding swords and blades recklessly is dangerous; don’t forget that weapons can be blind," Si Zhaoming said nonchalantly, lightly tapping the blade with a finger. "Since you tracked me down, you must’ve studied me thoroughly. So tell me, what do you want?"

"Your life," Lin Fan replied.

Si Zhaoming chuckled, "Countless people have wanted me dead. But don’t you know who I am?"

"I am the second prince of the Grand Abyss Dynasty. This territory belongs to me. You think killing me will ensure your safety?"

"Inform whoever sent you that some actions come with a price."

"And as for you lot: kneel before me now, and I can grant you a chance at rebirth."

The confidence—utterly astounding.

Qin Yang was dumbfounded, sensing the man’s brain must be damaged.

If it wasn’t broken...

He wouldn’t act like this.

Shing!

Lin Fan, uninterested in wasting words, swung his sword to decapitate Si Zhaoming. But at that moment, the jade pendant around Si Zhaoming’s neck glowed, forming a protective barrier around him.

A phantom silhouette appeared.

Si Zhaoming sneered, utterly unafraid. This was one of the Grand Abyss Dynasty’s tricks; as the second prince, he naturally carried priceless protective treasures.

"Imperial Grandson Si Zhaoming greets the patriarch."

The patriarch had specially crafted this treasure for every prince, embedding divine consciousness within it. When danger arose, the patriarch’s presence would manifest.

Even though this was merely a fragment of the patriarch’s divine consciousness, it was undeniably mighty and awe-inspiring.

Lin Fan felt that the Immortal Realm truly was harsh. Any notable figure seemed to possess hidden means; the prince’s prior composure clearly stemmed from his reliance on this safeguard.

"Who dares to harm my grandson?"

The phantom radiated an oppressive aura, exuding imperial dominance that made all bow instinctively.

Indeed formidable.

But to Lin Fan, without the true body being present, this was nothing to worry about.

Si Zhaoming said, "My patriarch has arrived. Do you still intend to resist? Submit to me now, and I can spare your lives—even allow you the honor of serving me loyally."

A prince truly acted like a prince, oozing confidence.

In his domain, surrounded by his patriarch’s presence, could anyone possibly harm him?

Lin Fan had come to kill, not to watch people show off.

Just as he was preparing to strike.

Qin Yang’s voice rang out, brimming with arrogance. "Heh, Old Si, you think you’re impressive? Or are you just blind? Look at me standing right here, and you don’t even acknowledge me?"

His tone carried dominating force.

Lin Fan turned to see Qin Yang’s exaggeratedly proud demeanor. Yet again, Qin Yang seemed to be inviting a well-deserved thrashing—an invitation hard to ignore.

"Hmm?"

Silence fell.

Si Zhaoming froze in bewilderment and fury. Who dared be so bold as to insult the patriarch? He must have a death wish.

Even the patriarch appeared momentarily incensed but grew perplexed upon seeing Qin Yang.

So familiar—definitely familiar.

"Ha! Impressive, huh? Back when you groveled before my Qin Family, and now you act cocky when facing me? Seems you’ve decided the Immortal Venerable Family means nothing to you."

"Here’s an order: kneel! Or I’ll destroy your dynasty."

Qin Yang’s defiant arrogance reached its peak. His tone, his demeanor—it wasn’t mere bluster but cultivated from repeated episodes like this.

"You... you..." Si Patriarch stared, stunned as if he’d seen a ghost.

"Stop sputtering. Can’t even get your words straight? I don’t want to waste breath on nonsense. Your worthless descendant must die. I’ll give you three seconds to think—if you’re still hesitating, I’ll assume you’re challenging the Immortal Venerable Family."

Qin Yang stood tall, with no Immortal Treasure on him. If the other side dared to act, they’d regret it deeply; there’d be no escape.

Lin Fan and Xiang Fei merely watched Qin Yang perform.

Finally, Qin Yang had found the perfect opportunity to put on a show—they felt they shouldn’t interrupt his moment.

After all, bottling it up too long—it could lead to issues.