My surname is Lin.
Evan Lin spoke calmly.
Ma Feng, who was speaking, froze for a moment when he heard the words.
Ma Feng turned his head to look at Evan Lin and sneered, "Oh, you still dare to speak at a time like this?"
I don't care if your surname is Young or Lin—if you dare come to the gate of our Ancient-Martial Ma Family, you'd better be ready to die!
Ma Feng stood there, arms crossed. "You came here because you fancy Yuna Young's face, didn't you?"
But let me tell you, Yuna Young was destined to be the Ma Family's woman from birth—even if she dies, she'll be our ghost.
If her slutty mother hadn't gotten ahead of everyone, using tricks to get pregnant right before the Young patriarch went into seclusion, then he would have married a Ma Family woman.
Because of this, there was a rift between the Young and Ma families, and they stopped interacting for years. Later, when Yuna Young was a child, the Young patriarch brought her and her mother to the Ma estate, making her mother kneel for three days and nights to beg forgiveness. Do you understand now?
Ma Feng's lips curled in disdain as he spoke, not bothering to hide his contempt.
She and her mother are the same—do they really think a pretty face can get them everything?
There’s no shortage of beautiful women in this world, especially in families like the Youngs and the Ma Family.
She never told you that her mother knelt for three days and took 150 lashes from the Ma Family, did she?
And she got plenty herself—thirty lashes over three days. Surviving was a miracle.
Ma Feng’s voice echoed.
Hearing this, Evan Lin turned and glanced at Yuna Young sitting nearby.
Yuna Young clenched her fists tightly, her face struggling to remain calm, but the hatred in her eyes was impossible to hide.
Yuna Young never spoke of these things, and her prideful mother certainly wouldn’t mention them.
This surprised Evan Lin.
It turns out Yuna Young’s mother liked Zheng Jiayun’s man, but after being rejected, she ran to Jiangzhe and accidentally married the Young patriarch, who was engaged to a Ma Family woman.
By sheer coincidence, Yuna Young’s mother was a step ahead of the Ma Family woman, breaking the engagement between the Youngs and the Mas. Because of this, Yuna’s mother entered the Young Family, while the Ma Family were left stewing in resentment.
In the following years, putting family interests first, the Young patriarch brought Yuna Young and her mother to the Ma estate to apologize, making her kneel and take a beating in public, like livestock used as a punching bag.
That’s why Yuna Young once said she wanted the entire Ma Family wiped out.
Evan Lin, piecing together the story, felt surprised—surprised that Yuna Young never mentioned any of this.
Before this, Evan Lin had assumed Yuna Young was just proud—a woman raised in luxury. He never imagined she had such a bitter secret behind her.
"Enough."
Yuna Young glared at Ma Feng, her voice burning with anger.
"What? Your shameless mother jumped ahead, so you exist. Otherwise, do you think you’d even be alive?"
"By the way, where’s your shameless mother today? Didn’t she come to kneel and take a few lashes?"
Ma Feng looked around, pretending to search for someone.
Smack!
His words had barely finished.
Yuna Young stood up and slapped him across the face.
"You dare hit me!"
Ma Feng’s right cheek burned with pain. He stared at Yuna Young in disbelief, his mind buzzing.
"Who do you think you are, daring to lay a hand on me!"
Recovering, Ma Feng’s face twisted with rage. He lifted his foot to kick Yuna Young.
But before his kick could land—
Smack!
Another slap landed.
The second slap was even fiercer and stronger than the first.
The force made Ma Feng feel like his head had slammed into a rock—his brains nearly knocked out.
He was thrown to the ground, howling in pain. Ma Feng felt as if his soul had been slapped right out of his body.
"Take the slap and shut up. Why waste words?"
Evan Lin stood in front of Yuna Young, looking down at Ma Feng on the ground, his tone as indifferent as ever.
Yuna Young was shielded behind Evan Lin. She looked at the boy standing before her, her heart trembling.
"You, you, you!"
Ma Feng staggered to his feet, glaring furiously at Evan Lin. "Just you wait, just wait!"
"You two actually dared to hit me! When the Ma Family gate opens, follow me in if you have guts—step inside the Ma Family!"
"I'll show you what it means to beg to live and be unable to die!"
"I'll make you understand what regret really means!"
Ma Feng screamed, his voice full of malice, his face twisted like a vengeful ghost.
"Noisy."
Evan Lin waved his hand lightly, sending a burst of qi that slammed into Ma Feng’s face.
Ma Feng was blasted into the air. When he hit the ground, he coughed up a mouthful of teeth.
His teeth were gone.
Ma Feng could only howl in pain.
"He’s not just a member of the Ancient-Martial Ma Family now—he’s also my disciple."
Standing nearby in a gray long shirt, Darren Ward frowned. "You did this right in front of me—shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
"What explanation do you want?"
Evan Lin looked at him. "Your disciple said the wrong thing. As his master, do you want to take the punishment for him?"
Hearing this, Darren Ward’s expression changed, his gaze dark and flickering. "You’re impressive."
My senior brother, Daniel Ward, has always remained in the Ancient-Martial Rowe clan. Since you know his name, you must have entered the Rowe estate before.
I don’t know why you know my senior brother, or what your connection to the Rowe clan is, but let me tell you—no matter your relationship, since you dared to say those things just now, I hope you don’t regret it later.
With that, Darren Ward stopped talking.
He saw the youth in front of him lift his head slightly, and worried he might get slapped if he wasn’t careful.
Darren Ward’s strength lay in pill-refining, not fighting or cultivation.
"When the Ma Family gate opens, that might be your death day."
Darren Ward gave Evan Lin a deep look. After a moment, he muttered something under his breath and quickly shut up.
As soon as he finished speaking—
The previously calm plaza suddenly shifted, an unexpected change erupting.