Jin Yu couldn't stop grinning when he saw that his initial 109 influence Points had now risen to 20,509.
The level-up of the Sanctum Sword Technique had drained 5,000 points, drying up his reserves. Now, thanks to his provocation spree, he was overflowing with points again.
But one thing made his smile stiffen.
"That crazy woman alone gave me over 15,000 influence Points?!"
A cold chill ran down his spine as he checked the continuous notifications.
Influence +1,000 (Hatred)
Influence +1,000 (Hatred)
Influence +1,000 (Hatred)
It wasn't stopping.
Her hatred was like a never-ending storm, as if her anger alone could burn the entire city down.
Jin Yu gulped.
"How can one person hold so much hatred?!"
Then he suddenly realized—Luo Xiang must be adding to it too.
Even though that guy was likely boiling with jealousy, his influence Points were insignificant compared to the lady’s.
Jin Yu exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the unease creeping up his spine.
If he wasn’t the young master of Jin, he had no doubt that his corpse would already be rotting ten feet underground.
But there was something else…
Even though the woman’s hatred felt limitless, her influence Points never exceeded 1,000 per notification.
Why?
Jin Yu’s brows furrowed.
"Does 1,000 influence Points mean a person has killing intent toward me?"
That would explain why her points kept maxing out but never exceeded the threshold.
But what if… someone had already decided to kill him?
Would the system go beyond 1,000?
Or… was there another threshold?
Jin Yu rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"I need to test this more."
---
His eyes scanned the street, searching for his next prey.
Then, he saw her.
A young woman dressed in expensive robes, her long sleeves embroidered with silver thread that shimmered under the sunlight.
She stood near a shoe stall, arms crossed, her expression full of disdain as she examined the goods before her.
Her arrogant gaze swept over the passing commoners like they were beneath her, unworthy of her attention.
Jin Yu grinned.
"She looks perfect. She must think she's royalty."
But then—he hesitated.
His smirk faltered slightly.
A faint unease crawled up his spine.
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The last woman he provoked had nearly killed him.
His instincts whispered a warning.
"Maybe I should target a man this time."
For a moment, he considered it.
Then, he shook his head.
"Whatever. It’s not like they can eat me."
His expression changed instantly.
The arrogant smirk vanished, replaced by the warmest, most innocent smile.
He stepped forward.
"Hello, young lady!"
His voice was so gentle and amiable that the woman blinked in surprise.
Even Haozi, walking a few steps behind, almost tripped.
'Young master can smile like that?! I don't believe it! This must be the calm before the storm!'
The woman nodded stiffly. "Hello, mister."
Her arrogance remained.
Jin Yu’s smile deepened.
'She must think I’m one of her admirers.'
Poor thing.
"You’re not from around here, are you?" Jin Yu asked, his voice light and casual.
The woman barely glanced at him.
"Hmmm." She only hummed in response, as if his question was too insignificant to answer.
Jin Yu pretended to nod thoughtfully.
"I thought as much," he said.
Then, he sighed deeply before continuing, "But now I’m confused."
The woman finally turned to look at him.
"...Confused about what?"
Jin Yu tilted his head slightly.
"I just don’t understand how the city guards allowed an ugly duckling like you to enter."
The shopkeeper froze mid-motion.
Haozi sucked in a sharp breath.
Even the surrounding crowd stiffened.
Jin Yu shook his head, looking at her with genuine confusion.
"Like… are you a failed product or something? How can a human be so hideous?"
The woman froze completely.
It took her a whole five seconds to process Jin Yu's words
Then–
Her fingers, which had been lightly touching a shoe, clenched.
Her knuckles turned white.
Her shoulders trembled slightly.
At first,it was just a small shake
Then–
the tremor grew stronger.
Her breathing deepened.
Her eyes darkened dangerously.
And then—
Ding!
Influence +1,100 (killing intent)
Ding!
Influence +1,200 (killing intent)
Ding!
Influence +1,300 (killing intent)
Ding!
Influence +1,500 (killing intent)
Jin Yu’s heart skipped a beat.
'Oh, fuck. I just stepped on a landmine.'
His instincts screamed.
The woman’s body trembled violently as a deep, suffocating killing intent spread around her.
Her fingers snapped to her waist, and Jin Yu’s eyes widened as he saw what she pulled out.
A black whip.
'Wait—when did she have that?!'
Before he could react, she moved.
WHOOSH!
The whip lashed out with terrifying speed.
Jin Yu barely dodged, the wind from the strike cutting across his cheek.
BOOM!
The whip struck the ground, splitting the stone pavement beneath him.
Dust exploded into the air, and tiny rocks shot outward like shrapnel.
The crowd cried out in shock.
Jin Yu’s heart pounded violently.
"She wasn’t just trying to hit me—she wanted to crush me!"
He stumbled back as another lash came.
WHIP!
It cut through the air, fast enough to leave a faint afterimage.
Too fast!
Jin Yu barely twisted his body in time, the whip slicing through his sleeve.
Cold sweat broke out on his back.
"I need more power!"
Internal Strength: +5
Internal Strength: +5 → 10
He increased it five times in a row
His muscles tensed.
Physique: +10
Physique: +10 → 15
His breathing steadied.
The woman’s eyes narrowed.
She had noticed the change.
'This bastard… he's getting faster!'
She lashed out again—
WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!
A series of furious strikes came, each one faster than the last.
Jin Yu’s feet moved instinctively, weaving between the deadly attacks.
The whip whistled past his ears, barely missing him.
The crowd watched in horror.
A single hit could cripple him.
But instead of fear, Jin Yu grinned.
"I see… So that’s how it is."
The whip’s rhythm was becoming clear to him.
Dodge left. Twist. Step forward. Pivot right.
His movements sharpened.
The woman snarled in frustration.
"Why is he getting faster?!"
She changed her attack.
Her whip curved unpredictably, snapping from different angles.
But Jin Yu saw everything.
To the crowd, he was dodging impossibly fast.
To Jin Yu, the world had slowed down.
Then, the final strike came.
The whip snapped forward, aimed directly at his throat.
Jin Yu stood still.
The world blurred as his mind entered an eerie state of clarity.
The whip’s trajectory was clear.
It cut through the air—unstoppable.
Jin Yu raised his right hand.
Slowly.
Effortlessly.
To the outside world, it looked instantaneous.
His fingers clamped down.
SNAP!
The whip stopped mid-air.
Gasps erupted from the crowd.
The woman’s eyes widened in horror.
Then—
A strange, invisible force traveled through the whip.
Jin Yu could feel it—a terrifying energy surging within him.
It wasn’t just his strength.
It wasn’t just his cultivation.
It was something deeper.
The power of the Sanctum Sword Technique.
His grip tightened.
The energy raced through the whip, traveling to the woman’s hand.
She shuddered violently.
For a moment, nothing happened.
One second…
Two seconds…
Then—
PUH!
She spat out a mouthful of blood.
Her face turned ghostly pale, her knees giving out beneath her.
Then,she collapsed.
And, the street fell into dead silence.
---
Uncle Lin had been watching from the moment the fight started, arms crossed, amusement in his eyes.
To him, it was a battle between two turtles.Not worth interfering
But then, Jin Yu began dodging.
At first, he thought it was luck.
Then, he saw it.
The brat wasn’t just dodging.
He was adapting.
As the fight continued, Uncle Lin’s expression darkened.
"This brat is… growing stronger mid-battle?"
Then, Jin Yu raised his hand.
Uncle Lin’s heart skipped a beat.
His entire body froze as a memory surfaced in his mind.
A time long ago…
A battlefield drenched in blood.
Mountains of corpses.
A single man standing alone.
And before him—the shattered army of the alternate world.
A man whose name made entire sects tremble.
A man who had once shaken the four regions of Red Moon Continent.
A man who could break nations with a single blade.
Jin Wei.
Uncle Lin’s breathing grew heavy.
"This… this power…"
Then—Jin Yu lowered his hand.
A wave of unstoppable force surged forward.
The air shifted violently, and the woman collapsed on the spot.
Uncle Lin trembled fiercely.
"The Sanctum Sword Technique!."
Jin Wei’s legendary technique!.
And now, Jin Yu had used it.
The level of power Jin Yu drew from it was weak—barely enough to injure a trained cultivator.
But Uncle Lin’s heart pounded violently.
Because he knew what this meant.
Jin Wei had terrorized entire regions with this technique.
It had been thought to begin and end with only him.
And yet—
Here it was, cultivated by his son, Jin Yu .
Uncle Lin’s eyes tinged with tears as he reminiscent about the past.
"Brat… you look so damn handsome today!"
But then—
His face changed dramatically.
"Fuck! He’s about to kill her!"
He rushed forward, pumping his vitality into the woman’s body before she truly died.
After thirty seconds, color returned to her face, and her breathing stabilized.
Uncle Lin exhaled slowly, wiping the nonexistent sweat from his brow.
"This brat… he’s no ordinary fool."
