Influence +2,500
(Emotion provoked: killing intent)
Influence +2,700
Influence +3,000
The continuous dings in Jin Yu’s ear were like a beautifully played piano—melodious, thrilling, and deeply satisfying.
"How dare you, son of a bastard! You will die today!" The man's voice rumbled like thunder, low and menacing.
Jin Yu blinked, then grinned. Huh? Son of a bastard?
“Haozi, go home and tell my father that someone just called him a bastard. So, in his honor, I’m about to bash this fool!”
Jin Yu’s heart leapt with joy, schadenfreude flickering in his eyes. The old man would surely be fuming when he heard this.
Influence +3,000
Influence +3,000
Jin Yu turned back to the young man, his expression smug. “Now, back to you, mongrel… Do you even know who my father is? And yet, you dare call him a bastard?” He scoffed, then sneered, “Your father, your mother, and all thirty-two generations of your ancestors are bastards. You son of a dog!”
His voice thundered with righteous fury, but inside, he was laughing.
‘Bashing someone in my father’s honor?’ Heh, I just need to let him know someone called him a bastard—because, well, he is one. That old man let me get beaten up by that crazy Uncle Lin! Bastard father!
Influence +3,000
Influence +3,000
(Emotion provoked: murderous aura)
Jin Yu frowned. Tsk! Still stuck at 3,000? This guy is useless! Why can’t he just break through that number?!
“You uncultured bastard! How dare you curse my family? Do you know who my father is?!” the young man roared, practically foaming at the mouth.
Jin Yu smirked. “Of course I do. A dog bastard. And your mother? A female dog!”
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
A series of dings rang in Jin Yu’s ears, so rapid they almost overlapped. He blinked. Wait… this isn’t from just one person…
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His gaze swept the furious men behind the young master, their eyes burning with rage.
“Hey, you monkeys! How dare you glare at me, your grandfather? Do you want to be struck by thunder?!”
He cracked his knuckles. “You bunch of—”
The city square instantly descended into chaos as Jin Yu unleashed a relentless barrage of verbal insults.
Jin Yu’s insults had done their job perfectly.
The young master was on the verge of exploding, his face red, his veins bulging. But what Jin Yu hadn’t expected was—
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Not just one. Not just ten.
But a wave of fury points crashing into his ears all at once.
Jin Yu’s smirk faltered for a moment as he glanced at the young master’s subordinates again. Their eyes were burning with madness, their fists clenched so tightly that their knuckles turned white.
“You dare insult our old master?!” One of them suddenly roared.
“Kill him!” Another shouted.
The crowd gasped. Some people backed away, sensing that this was about to escalate beyond just words. A few merchants hastily packed up their stalls, while others leaned in, excited for a real fight.
The young master, however, didn’t give the order to attack right away. No—he was shaking with rage. His eyes, locked onto Jin Yu, were almost bloodshot.
“You—" He finally growled. "—will regret ever being born.”
BOOM!
A powerful wave of spiritual energy burst from the young master’s body, sending nearby bystanders stumbling backward. The very ground beneath them shuddered, dust kicking up in small clouds.
Jin Yu braced himself, though inside, he was grinning ear to ear.
Influence +3,200
Influence +3,500
Influence +3,800
(Emotion provoked: Bloodlust)
Now that’s more like it!
Jin Yu clasped his hands behind his back, looking completely unbothered, as though he hadn’t just insulted an entire family’s bloodline.
“Regret? Hah.” Jin Yu tilted his head. “Do I look like someone who regrets things?”
The young master lunged forward, but one of his still rational men held him back, his face full of panic.
“Young master, don’t! He’s trying to provoke you!”
Jin Yu clicked his tongue. “Listen to your lackey, dog bastard. If you attack me here, you’ll only embarrass yourself further.”
CRACK!
The young master’s spiritual energy flared violently, causing a nearby stall to collapse from the force. An old merchant screeched in panic, scrambling to save his wares.
The entire square had turned into a scene of pure tension—people whispering, stepping back, and watching with bated breath.
And then, finally—
Someone lost control.
BOOM!
The first attack blasted through the air, followed by a flurry of strikes. Dozens of men launched themselves at Jin Yu, their weapons gleaming under the afternoon sun.
But Jin Yu was already moving.
In a flash, he bolted toward Uncle Lin, hiding behind him without an ounce of shame.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Every single attack crashed into Uncle Lin’s body—only to dissolve into nothingness, like waves against a towering mountain.
Jin Yu peeked out from behind Uncle Lin and sighed dramatically. “Tsk. You guys are weak.”
His words were like pouring oil onto fire.
The men howled in frustration, their auras bursting with killing intent. Even the air felt heavier, suffused with their rage.
Jin Yu, however, wasn’t done adding fuel to the fire.
“How dare you attack Uncle Lin?! Are you looking down on him? You people truly deserve to die!”
"..."
Uncle Lin slowly turned his head, his expression blank. This brat…
But Jin Yu wasn’t finished. With a righteous glare, he pointed at the young master.
“Not only did you insult my father, but now you have the audacity to attack my esteemed Uncle Lin?! Do you people have no shame?!”
One of the onlookers nearly choked at the sheer hypocrisy.
The young master was trembling with anger. His hand gripped his sword so tightly that the air around it hissed from the spiritual energy condensing.
Uncle Lin finally sighed, shaking his head. “That’s enough, brat.” Then, he turned to the furious group. “And as for you lot—take your young lady and go home.”
With that, he turned and walked away, looking completely disdainful of the entire situation.
The young master ground his teeth so hard it was almost audible, but he didn’t dare attack again.
His instincts screamed that Uncle Lin was someone he could not afford to fight.
Jin Yu caught the murderous glint in his eyes and smirked. Perfect.
He turned slightly and called out, “Oi, mongrel! I haven’t even properly bashed you yet! But don’t worry—I will. The next time I see you.”
The young master’s body trembled slightly from anger, but Jin Yu wasn’t done.
“and If you have any grievances about today’s humiliating defeat, you can always come to the Jin Manor. My father—the one you called a bastard—will be waiting.”
He spat on the ground and walked off like a true villain.
The young master’s lips curled back into a snarl, but he said nothing, his fists trembling with barely contained fury.
Jin Yu’s words were like knives that stabbed into his already shattered dignity. His rage was suffocating, his aura flaring so wildly that the air itself seemed to distort.
His men weren’t any better—their hands gripped their weapons tightly, itching to strike.
But before anything could escalate further—
"ENOUGH!"
A voice boomed through the city square like a thunderclap.
CLANG! CLANG!
A dozen armor-clad city officers stormed into the square, their metallic boots clanking heavily against the stone pavement.
