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Yin Aiguo was a general, and this distinction alone was enough legacy to leave behind for posterity as a topic of conversation.

For many years, Yin Aiguo's disciples had been spread throughout the military and political spheres in Lu Province, making him something of a local hegemon.

He had been invited to attend today's internal exchange hosted by Master Gui Hai of Da Lin Temple, an event he was obliged to attend.

As a brigadier, Yin Aiguo knew of many things that lay beyond the reach and knowledge of the common folk.

For instance, the world of martial artists and cultivators, the Eight Great Sects of Xuan Country, and the one hundred and eight factions.

These were realms inaccessible to ordinary people.

For this reason, Yin Aiguo understood all the more the formidable strength of Da Lin Temple.

If he could establish a relationship with Da Lin Temple at today's internal exchange, it would bring him tremendous benefits.

Upon entering the banquet hall, Yin Aiguo immediately saw his son, Yin Chengjie, lying on the ground with severe injuries, blood spilling from his mouth.

Yin Aiguo was taken aback and immediately his expression turned icy cold.

The middle-aged man walking beside Yin Aiguo, upon seeing this scene, flew into a rage, rushed over, helped Yin Chengjie up from the ground, and anxiously asked, "Chengjie, what happened? Who did this to you?"

Yin Chengjie, spitting blood and trembling unceasingly, struggled to lift a finger to point at Li Xiaoyao, his voice weak, "He…"

The middle-aged man was his father, named Yin Yuanchao. Following his son's pointed direction, he saw Li Xiaoyao standing serenely with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

"You scoundrel!" Yin Yuanchao cursed, placing his son in a chair, then glared furiously at Li Xiaoyao, "Who are you to dare harm my son like this?"

Meanwhile, Yin Aiguo stood quietly, his face calm, but everyone could feel the rage simmering beneath that calm.

"I merely taught him a lesson, for which you should be grateful; at the very least, I spared his life," Li Xiaoyao said indifferently.

"Scoundrel!" Yin Yuanchao shouted angrily, "Who exactly are you?"

"You want to confirm my identity so you can make your move against me?" Li Xiaoyao shook his head, as if he found it contemptible that he could see through the other's intentions so readily, or perhaps because he didn't care at all.

"I am someone you cannot afford to provoke."

At this, Yin Yuanchao sneered, "I cannot afford to provoke you? Hah, do you dare reveal the name of your Sect?"

"I am without Sect or faction."

"Boy, you must be mad," Yin Yuanchao said, relaxing inwardly on learning that the other had no Sect backing him, not feeling any further restraint.

...

"It seems like many people have come today," Tang Tiantian mumbled in surprise as she and Zhu Xiaoyue drove into the botanical garden, slowing to a stop at the sight of the luxury cars neatly parked outside the banquet hall.

The luxury cars were the least of it, after all, money could buy those.

But the license plates hanging on the luxury cars represented status—an asset not easily acquired even by the wealthy.

"Just what is this Da Lin Temple, anyway? Is it a temple of monks?" Zhu Xiaoyue muttered to herself.

Although they had become cultivators with Li Xiaoyao's help, they knew almost nothing about the cultivator community and were even less likely to know the names of the Sects like the Eight Great Sects of Xuan Country.

After parking the car, the two got out and walked towards the banquet hall.

Tang Tiantian casually asked, "Didn't Jiuyin come back with you?"

Zhu Xiaoyue curled her lips and, looking over her shoulder toward a certain direction, said, "Ever since he became an internet sensation, he refuses to show himself. Unless I run into trouble, he won't appear."

Following her gaze, Tang Tiantian indeed saw a figure that was almost concealed in the air flicker faintly.

The two women entered the banquet hall and saw the Yin family in a dispute with Li Xiaoyao, apparently ready to come to blows.

Zhu Xiaoyue did not recognize Li Xiaoyao, but she felt that this man was incredibly familiar.

"Today, I will let you understand the consequences of provoking the Yin family!" Yin Yuanchao's eyes gleamed with a cold light, and like a tiger descending the mountain, he launched a fierce attack, charging toward Li Xiaoyao.

Compared to Yin Chengjie, Yin Yuanchao was far, far stronger.

Immovable as a mountain, yet striking like Running Thunder!

The cultivators watching nodded to themselves: "General Yin has surely not practiced in vain over these years; his formidable physique suggests he's possibly reached the peak of the Houtian martial artists! His cultivation level has also reached the Abstinence Realm!"

"If General Yin is this formidable, I can hardly imagine the strength of General Yin himself!"

"Stop!"

A delicate shout suddenly rang out from the doorway, instantly halting Yin Major, who turned to look in its direction.

The crowd saw two women, beautiful as heavenly immortals, who seemed to have appeared at the door out of nowhere.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be Tang Tiantian and Zhu Xiaoyue, founders of the Dream Charity Foundation.

The one who had called out was Tang Tiantian. As she was about to speak, General Yin snorted coldly and said, "And who is this young lady? How dare you obstruct me?"

Ever since Tang Tiantian had set up the charity foundation, she had been in frequent contact with people from the upper echelons of society. Although she never interacted with the Yin family, she had seen photos of Yin Yuanchao, so she recognized him immediately.

As for dealing with a major, Tang Tiantian really didn't consider it a big deal; whether or not she considered her connection to Cheng Dongliang, with her current means and influence, dealing with a major was a very simple matter.

Just as she was about to speak up, however, she saw Li Xiaoyao shake his head slightly at her, and catching his gaze, she almost immediately grasped the meaning in his eyes.

"I will resolve this matter myself."

This was what Li Xiaoyao intended.

Tang Tiantian hesitated for a few seconds, then smiled helplessly. She knew that once Li Xiaoyao made a decision, he would not change it.

Looking at Yin Yuanchao with a bit of pity, Tang Tiantian stepped back a few paces and settled in a spot with Zhu Xiaoyue.

"Smart choice," Yin Yuanchao thought, assuming Tang Tiantian had recognized him and was therefore too scared to intervene any longer.

"You little vermin, now there's nobody to save you!" With a sinister laugh, Yin Yuanchao charged again.

Meanwhile, Tang Youde, who was on the sidelines, ran up to his sister with an anxious expression and begged, "Sister, that brother stood up for me and got into this trouble. Please help him."

Tang Tiantian smiled with a touch of helplessness and said, "Don't worry, he'll be fine."

Zhu Xiaoyue, feeling puzzled, glanced at her and asked softly, "Tiantian, why do I feel like this person looks so familiar? Do you know him?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

As her voice fell, Yin Yuanchao had already reached Li Xiaoyao, his palm as big as a cattail leaf, carrying a ferocious wind as he swung at Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao, still just raising one hand, caught the gaze of the shocked onlookers and gently reached for his wrist.