Chapter 4, Serious Injury

Xue Jiao, you are indeed the youngest genius in the history of the Yin clan to break through to the Star Warrior level! My uncle is very curious, who in the Child Palace could injure you to such an extent? Could it be that you were careless for a moment and lost control?

His appearance was strikingly handsome, resembling a youth of around twenty, with a gaze as sinister as that of a venomous snake, and an aura of gloom enveloping him. Yin Jihuan grasped the hilt of his sword and casually swung the long blade. Behind him stood a tall, burly man with red hair, who let out a deep grunt and pulled out a metal pillar about one foot in diameter, striking heavily against the sword's edge.

The black longsword struck silently, piercing towards Yin Xuege's heart without casting any shadows. In a flash of blood light, the longsword penetrated Yin Xuege's clothing, driving into his flesh, passing between his two ribs, and was about to touch his heart!

"It's just too expensive!" The red-haired strong man widened his emerald green eyes and grumbled in a deep voice, "That old fellow is too greedy!"

The children lowered their heads, not daring to look at Yin Jihuo, whose aura was as ominous as that of a ghost. Accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, Yin Jihuo slowly approached Yin Xuejiao's side. After all, being a member of the Yin clan, even though half of his neck had been cut open, the bleeding from Yin Xuejiao's wound had already stopped, and there was a slow tendency for the incision to heal.

Yin Jiying let out a heavy sigh and smirked mockingly. Let the children handle their own matters? Such words sound nice, but if it were someone else getting beaten today instead of Yin Xuejiao, perhaps Yin Jihuang would not have said such a thing.

The Blood Song did not make any sound, nor did it move in the slightest.

Approaching two hundred years of age, Yin Jiwu brazenly employed the blood demon secret technique to launch a surprise attack on Yin Xuege from behind

It is quite a coincidence that you have come, elder brother. Usually, you never set foot in the children's hall!

Bastard

He longed to faint, so that he could escape such pain, but the chilling aura froze his soul, keeping him in a constant state of wakefulness

Yin Jihuang gave a strange smile, then his expression suddenly turned extremely cold. He glanced at Yin Jiying, who was standing beside him, and said calmly: "Let the children handle their own matters. We should not get too involved in this."

A completely jet-black sword, measuring 4 feet and 2 inches in length, no wider than a finger, and as thin as a cicada's wing, was respectfully presented by a beautiful young girl to Yan Jiwang. As the girl moved, the sword quivered slightly, and a faint blue light flickered along the blade, creating a delicate halo ripple, sufficient to highlight the exceptional flexibility of the sword

With a crisp sound akin to slicing fruit, a solid alloy column, one foot in diameter, was effortlessly severed by the slender long sword. A heavy section of the column fell to the ground, producing a dull thud. The cut surface of the alloy column was as smooth as a mirror, and neither Yin Ji nor Tu Shu felt any resistance from the sword's edge, demonstrating just how easily the blade had sliced through the metal column

"Truly, shameless!" Even Yin Jiying, who harbored malice towards Yin Xuege, couldn't help but widen his eyes upon witnessing Yin Jiwu's actions. However, it wasn't long before Yin Jiying's eyes flickered, and then he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

A sudden, overwhelming stench of blood filled the great hall, causing the hearts of the children within to race violently. Their blood surged uncontrollably through their bodies, flowing wildly. Before their eyes, a wave of redness washed over them, as blood flooded into their vision, turning their pupils an abnormal crimson.

At that moment, a series of hurried footsteps approached

"Kill him, kill that little wildling!" Yin Jiying trembled with excitement. Kill Yin Xuege, kill him! Yin Jiwu, aren't you the one who has been domineering in the Yin family, calling the shots and wanting to vie for power with your elder brother? Then go ahead and kill Yin Xuege! Kill him! Yin Jiying was very curious; if Yin Jiwu really killed Yin Xuege, what would those slumbering, reclusive elders do?

This emptiness feels as if it has been mercilessly crushed by a massive stone millstone

Yin Xuege spat out another mouthful of blood, his body convulsing violently. The crimson handprint on his back emanated a chilling aura, and the excruciating pain made him wish for death. The kick delivered by Yin Ji was completely imperceptible to him.

I originally thought you would be a source of pride for your father! Therefore, your father specially entrusted an old friend from the East to forge this divine weapon for you

Three months later, what would happen if Yin Xuejiao remained so incompetent? Yin Jiwu did not say. However, Yin Xuejiao's face, which had originally turned pale from excessive blood loss, now appeared almost transparent. He looked at his father with terror and fear, knowing what kind of person his father was! Thus, he began to tremble in fear.

Cold sweat quickly surged from Yin Jihuo's back, and he suddenly thought of Yin Xuege's mother! His wrist stiffened, and the tip of the sword almost touched Yin Xuege's heart before stopping. After a brief pause, Yin Jihuo slowly withdrew the long sword, looked down at Yin Xuege with indifference, and kicked him, sending him sliding along the ground.

Yin Jihuang approached Yin Jiwu step by step with his hands behind his back. He glanced at Yin Xuejiao, who was struggling to stand up while clutching her neck, and then looked at Yin Xuege, who lay motionless in the corner of the grand hall, a blood handprint glaringly visible on his back, and suddenly broke into a smile.

The bloodied singer's sword fell to the ground with a "clang," and a strange, chilling aura surged into his body, squeezing his internal organs like a juicer, compressing his heart and blood vessels, and constricting every part of his body. He gasped and coughed up blood, which gushed out like cheap spring water, and soon nearly half of the blood in his body had been expelled.

However, as Yin Jiwu had just arrived at the entrance of the hall where Yin Xuejiao was located, he witnessed Yin Xuege suddenly erupting, ruthlessly slicing through half of Yin Xuejiao's neck with a single sword strike! Blood gushed forth like a fountain, and Yin Xuejiao let out a piercing scream, convulsing as he collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from his neck and pooling on the floor.

This is a disgrace to the family! Yin Blood Song, that is the one who has brought endless shame and great trouble to the Yin clan

With Yin Jiying's loud shout, a muffled sound echoed in the great hall. Yin Xuege spat out a stream of blood, his emaciated body being sent flying several dozen meters away by a palm strike from Yin Ji. A clear handprint appeared on the back of his clothing, and countless fragments of fabric fell away, revealing a large blood-red palm mark on Yin Xuege's back.

At the same time, he must make those young ones aware and ensure that the stewards understand his immense strength and connections

A chilling surge of blood rushed into Yin Ji's mind, and his eyes suddenly turned blood-red. In a fit of rage, he let out a furious roar, completely forgetting everything as he charged into the great hall. He ignored his son and instead struck fiercely at Yin Xuege with a palm.

Good sword! Yin Jiwu nodded repeatedly in satisfaction

Second brother, the young master has his own rules. This is a crucial place for the family to train the young and pass on the bloodline. Are you not afraid of the family laws by causing trouble here?" Before Yin Ji could respond, a serious accusation had already been placed upon him.

Remember, three months' time!" Yin Jiwun looked at Yin Xuejiao with cold indifference: "If you are still this incompetent after three months!

Yin Xuejiao clutched his neck in silence, but his complexion fluctuated between pale and ashen, with a flickering bloodlight in his eyes. His gaze was filled with resentment and terror, resembling a venomous snake that had its tail stepped on, poised to strike in a frenzy.

Shaking his head in regret, Yin Jiwu tucked the sword in his hand into the sleeve of his long robe, and the four-foot two-inch long blade instantly vanished from sight. He sighed in disappointment, then simultaneously placed both hands in his sleeves: "Three months from now, at the annual martial arts ceremony of the Yin clan, if you can ultimately prevail, this sword will still belong to you!"

"Damn it!" Yin Jiyu's figure flickered, appearing beside Yin Xuege like a ghost. He swung the sword in his hand, aiming to stab Yin Jiying's heart. The only fatal weakness of the Yin clan is the heart; once the heart is shattered, death is inevitable

Second Brother, this is the Hall of the Young, and here there are the rules of the Hall of the Young

Guì? Yīn Jíwù chuckled a few times, but was too lazy to explain much to his trusted subordinate behind him. Although he had subdued this trusted aide for nearly a hundred years, in Yīn Jíwù's heart, Hóng and Túshū Fā Dàhàn Wū'ěr were merely violent enforcers, just his servants, part of the countless vassals of the Yīn clan. There was no need to explain many matters to him at all

I merely happened to pass by and heard that my second brother was here teaching the younger generation, so I was curious and came in to take a look

Yin Jiwu's palm turned a bright red, enveloped in a faint mist of blood, and a strange demonic script talisman in his palm shimmered with a dazzling red light. As this demonic script talisman glowed, the flow of blood within the children accelerated, and they could all hear the "whoosh" sound of their blood rubbing against their veins.

Until night fell, the blood mist barrier was lifted, and a beam of moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the body of Yin Xue Ge

Yin Jiwu's expression turned cold, and a dense mist of blood surged from his body, coalescing behind him into a flickering flame of crimson. He coldly regarded Yin Jihuang, the current head of the Yin clan and also his elder brother, as a large group of clansmen burst into the great hall. Yin Jiwu couldn't help but sneer repeatedly in mockery.

Those young ones, those stewards, and the people behind them, especially the people behind them, upon seeing this sword, they should be able to comprehend its significance! This is not an ordinary sword; it is a heavy bargaining chip, a chip aimed at winning the hearts of the family members!

Yin Jiwu was infuriated to the extreme; he cast a glance at his son and stamped his foot heavily. Ignoring Yin Jihuang, Yin Jiwu transformed into a shadow and abruptly rushed out of the great hall

The crimson tongue licked its lips, and Yin Jiying said in a low voice, "Then, shall we continue with the practical class? Yin Xuejiao lost to Yin Xuege, and Yin Xuege won. I will record this in your performance ledger, shall I?"

Pairs of young children began to engage in combat, while Yin Xuege lay there, ignored by everyone. It was not until the end of the practical lesson on that day that Yin Jiying summoned an elderly blood servant to escort Yin Xuege back to his residence

With a resentful glance at his son, who had embarrassed him, Yin Jiwu truly felt the urge to kill him at that moment

The blood demon body of the Yin clan possesses formidable regenerative abilities; however, after being struck by Yin Ji's attack, Yin Xuege's body seemed to be sealed within a block of ice, rendering all his self-healing capabilities frozen. He could not move, could not make a sound, and could only lie rigidly on the ground, helplessly enduring the frenzied, endless pain.

Originally intending to come to the Zhi Zi Hall, leveraging the reason for breaking through as a Blood Proud Star Warrior to show off his connections and influence in front of his clansmen, and to flaunt his excellent bloodline, he unexpectedly lost to a Blood Singer who was three years younger than him and had not yet broken through. This left Yin Jiwu in a state of deep embarrassment and despair

In the quiet of the young lord's chamber, there was an eerie silence. Yin Ji Ying looked regretfully at the bloodied song of Yin lying on the ground—Old Two. Why did he stop?

A good mood was maintained until Yin Jiwu arrived at the entrance of the grand hall where his son was attending class. Along the way, Yin Jiwu smiled and greeted all the young attendants, displaying a kindness he had never shown before, leaving many attendants in a state of astonishment.

Tall buildings rise high, this is the core area of the Yin clan, and also the residence of important members of the Yin clan

And what about Yin Jiwun? He holds immense power within the Yin clan, can he kill Yin Xuege? Does he dare to kill Yin Xuege?

However, Yin Jiwu suddenly raised his head and gazed deeply at Yin Jiying, who stood motionless in place.

With a few chuckles and a shake of his head, Yin Jiwu waved his hand at Wu Er, signaling that he could stop following him. Carrying this yet-to-be-named weapon and wearing a satisfied, triumphant smile, Yin Jiwu strolled out of his small courtyard, heading in the direction of the Zizi Hall

Nearly a hundred children simultaneously spewed blood, and all the blood quickly converged towards Yin Jiwu's palm. Yin Jiwu's blood-colored palm devoured the incoming blood mist like a black hole, and then he heavily struck the back of Yin Xuege.

The two brothers stared at each other for a while, and then Yin Jihuang suddenly reached out his hand and gently patted Yin Xuejiao's shoulder

In the Eastern cultivation world, the top-tier magical weapon personally forged by Elder Huo Luxiu of the Sword Casting Sect cannot be judged merely by its "expensive" value. For the sake of his son, for the sake of his own bloodline, Yin Jiwu is willing to pay any price without hesitation

"Blood Pride, well done!" With a light and brisk step, he advanced towards the young prince, and Yin Jiwu's previously cold and sinister gaze softened considerably. This is his son, his pride! Just having turned fourteen, he has already broken through to become a Star Warrior! This is an unprecedented record for the family, and his son's brilliant achievement is enough to significantly enhance Yin Jiwu's influence within the family

A man who bore a striking resemblance to Yin Jiwu, equally handsome, equally sinister, and exuding an aura of coldness, swiftly entered the grand hall accompanied by dozens of members of the Yin clan. As soon as he entered the hall, he began to scold loudly.

Yin Xuege rose in rebellion, delivering a heavy blow to Yin Xuejiao. However, he never imagined that Yin Xuejiao's father, Yin Jiwu, who held real power within the clan, would disregard his status and directly attack him! Even more astonishing was that Yin Jiwu actually launched a sneak attack on the mere eleven-year-old child, Yin Xuege!

Although several young ones also broke through to become Star Warriors last night, they are all considerably older than Yin Xuejiao! In terms of age, Yin Xuejiao is the most outstanding genius in the history of the Yin clan!

Yin Jiying, who was originally rushing forward, suddenly came to a halt. He had been shouting about the so-called "rules of the young master" when he saw Yin Jiyu, who was filled with rage and intent on killing Yin Xuege. At that moment, Yin Jiying immediately stopped in his tracks and tightly shut his mouth

At the same time, Yin Xuege could feel that Yin Jiwu's palm had already shattered all the bones in his back. Under the influence of that chilling aura, the fragments of these bones rubbed and crushed against each other, causing the nearby nerves and meridians to emit a "crackling" sound of tension. Such pain made Yin Xuege's vision blur and darken.

He wants his son to become an object of envy for those young children; his son, Yin Xuejiao, is destined to be the pride of all. This sword, crafted specifically for Yin Xuejiao from the Eastern cultivation world, will accompany his growth and become a powerful aid for him

Lying stiffly on the simple bed in the small building, Yin Xuege did not make a sound.

He is going to find his son, his pride, the youngest Star Warrior in the history of the Young Master Hall, Yin Xuejiao! In front of so many stewards and young ones in the Young Master Hall, he intends to present this precious sword as a gift to Yin Xuejiao!

Only he can obtain such divine weapons from the Eastern cultivation world, regardless of the cost; only he can acquire such treasures! Not even his elder brother, his competitors, that damned guy could achieve this!

Yin Xuejiao's expression turned extremely grim in an instant. He glanced at Yin Jihuang, then at his own father, his heart ablaze with fury, yet he dared not show the slightest sign of it. He could only respectfully lower his head and obediently endure Yin Jihuang's cold mockery.

An unprecedented pain struck him; even after enduring several years of trials in the Hall of the Young, and even though he had been cut open countless times by soft swords, Yin Xuege had never experienced such pain before

Half of his neck was cut open, resulting in an instantaneous massive loss of blood. Yin Xuejiao could not absorb the blood back into his body like Yin Xuege. This was not an ordinary flesh wound; it was as if his head had nearly been severed. With such an injury, even though Yin Xuejiao possessed the abnormal regenerative ability unique to blood demons, he would still need to lie in bed for at least one month to fully recover

He lay in the corner of the great hall like a corpse, quietly enduring the boundless pain within his body

Subsequently, Yin Xuege could no longer spit out even a drop of blood. From the back where he was struck, a chilling aura began to freeze his body. His heart felt icy, and its beating rate suddenly plummeted by several dozen times; his blood vessels rapidly constricted under the invasion of the cold aura, soon becoming as thin as a hair. His internal organs convulsed violently, inflicting excruciating pain that nearly brought him to death.

Remember this sword today! Yin Jiwu lowered his head, looking down at his severely injured son

With a cold snort, he heavily threw down his sleeve, Yan Jihuang raised his head and no longer uttered a word, simply walking out of the Child's Hall.