Old Madam Ding held the little treasure box in both hands, offering it to Evan Lin with a slight bow of her head.
To the onlookers, this scene was utterly shocking.
The Ding family has held power in Leighton City for years, especially Old Madam Ding. Even after stepping into the background, stories of her legendary past still circulate among the people.
She’s weathered countless storms in her lifetime. In decades past, even when meeting people from Medicine King Valley, she never once bowed her head like this!
“Old Madam!”
Seeing Old Madam Ding act this way, Eric Ding and Derrick Ding were both stunned. They stepped forward, wanting to say something.
But Old Madam Ding shot them a fierce glare, instantly silencing them.
The strong prey on the weak—it's always been that way.
The young man before them might be just a teenager, but the power he wielded was already beyond imagination.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Evan Lin, waiting to see what he would do next.
Right now, Evan Lin was holding an elder of Medicine King Valley in his grasp!
That status was anything but ordinary.
“He’s lived long enough to know actions have consequences. Today, he doesn’t have to die.”
At this, Lin Yi paused slightly.
Old Madam Ding’s face relaxed a bit. If Elder Mu Changqing survived, Medicine King Valley would owe the Ding family a big favor—a win with no downsides.
Use 'Evan Lin' for protagonist, 'Yvonne Ding' for 丁小音, and 'Shawn Shi'/'Keaton Wang' for supporting cast per glossary. Otherwise, translation is clear and consistent.
When Lin Yi said the word 'but,' Old Madam Ding tensed up. She looked at him, seeking confirmation: “But what?”
“I’ll cripple his cultivation, leave him alive, and let him drag out an existence. If Medicine King Valley is really as powerful as you all think, they can try fixing him back at the Valley.” Evan Lin’s tone was flat.
Elder Mu’s face changed as he struggled desperately.
Evan Lin’s eyes sharpened. He let out a cold snort and slammed his palm into Elder Mu’s abdomen with a single push.
Bang!
Elder Mu flew backward like a severed kite, crashed to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, shuddered, and passed out cold.
When Evan Lin was gripping Mu Changqing’s throat just now, he was already checking Mu’s internal condition.
Compared to the Thousand-Wood Massacre Art Mu Changqing had just used, Evan Lin was even more interested in the faint spiritual qi he emitted.
But after a single look, Evan Lin instantly lost all interest.
On the Immortal Martial Continent, after a cultivator refines their qi, only by reaching Foundation Establishment can they truly enter the Dao. At that point, they open a Dao Platform at the dantian, storing it in a pure inner well.
Inside Mu Changqing, there wasn’t a trace of a Dao Platform—just a pitiful lump of forcibly condensed ‘spirit urn.’
With that palm just now, Evan Lin shattered his spirit urn into pieces.
From now on, he was basically a cripple.
Seeing Evan Lin’s ruthless method, Old Madam Ding trembled all over and didn’t dare say a word.
Evan Lin took the little treasure box from her, opened it casually, and found a pitch-black jade inside, carved with a mountain and a river. It looked utterly ordinary.
When Evan Lin picked up the black jade from the box, he could feel its weight in his hand.
“This jade was accidentally obtained by one of my Ding ancestors. As long as you wear it, it strengthens the body and speeds up cultivation.”
Old Madam Ding watched Evan Lin, her eyes flickering.
“A magic artifact! Is that the Ding family’s magic artifact?”
“Why does it look so dark?”
“I’ve only ever heard of magic artifacts—never seen one. They say each artifact has a different effect. If it’s really as Old Madam Ding claims, then with that kid’s talent, he might break through again soon!”
People stared at the jade magic artifact in Evan Lin’s hand, faces full of envy. For ordinary folks, this was a priceless treasure.
Especially the part about strengthening the body—as Old Madam Ding described—for some of the wealthy businessmen present, that was irresistibly tempting.
“So this is the magic artifact you mentioned?”
Evan Lin raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. He glanced from the jade to Old Madam Ding: “Maybe this magic artifact once worked as you said—strengthening the body and boosting cultivation—but now, it’s just trash.”
“After so many years of use, it’s long since worn out. All its spiritual qi is gone—now it’s completely useless.”
“No wonder the Ding family was so eager to offer a magic artifact as a prize. What a joke.”
Evan Lin shook his head slightly, casually squeezed the black jade, and crushed it into powder.
“Holy crap! He destroyed the magic artifact!”
“He actually doesn’t care about magic artifacts!”
“Man, if only I could have it.”
“What a waste!”
“But is he telling the truth? Was the Ding family’s magic artifact fake?”
“No idea. Maybe he’s right? Lin Nine Mysteries really doesn’t seem ordinary. If that’s true, then the Ding family just played all of us.”
Watching Evan Lin crush the magic artifact, everyone felt heartbroken and started heated discussions.
Old Madam Ding’s face shifted between gloom and embarrassment. She forced a smile: “Master Lin, why would you say that? The Ding family offered a magic artifact as the prize for this Underground Boxing King Tournament with full sincerity.”
“But you—destroying our Ding family’s magic artifact in public—wasn’t that a bit much...?”
She didn’t dare finish her sentence, simmering with frustration inside.
The way people looked at her made her feel like she was sitting on needles.
“Say one more unnecessary word, and I’ll wipe out your entire Ding family—what could anyone do about it?” Evan Lin frowned, his tone icy. The Ding clan all shuddered in terror.
Wendy Ding stepped forward, smiling sweetly, and tried to take Evan Lin’s wrist: “Please don’t be angry, Master Lin. From now on, if you don’t mind, I’m yours.”
Wendy Ding was born with natural allure; every gesture and smile radiated a captivating charm.
Her move instantly drew envious looks from the crowd.
Some even gulped hungrily, unable to hide their desire.
But before Wendy Ding could touch Evan Lin’s wrist, her expression changed abruptly. An invisible force flung her several meters away, dropping her to the floor, stunned and terrified as she stared at Evan Lin.
“I want spiritual herbs at least a hundred years old. You have three days—can you do it?”
Evan Lin’s tone was icy, his eyes flashing as he looked at Old Madam Ding.
Old Madam Ding jolted, hurriedly agreeing: “We’ll do our best!”
“Good.”
Evan Lin nodded indifferently, swept his gaze over the pale-faced Yvonne Ding, then looked at Shawn Shi and Keaton Wang. With a slight gesture, he turned and strode into a room inside Magnolia Manor.
Shawn Shi, Keaton Wang, and the others quickly followed.
Onlookers watched, their gazes toward Shawn and Keaton full of envy.