C2 Lin Yun Offended His Superior!

Meng gazed at the spilled medicinal soup on the ground, her heart's despair morphing into boundless grief. This was the very concoction that could have saved the Young Master's life. Without it, he would surely perish.

Orphaned at a young age, Meng had been sold into servitude at the Mystic Moon Sect. Her plain features made her the target of relentless bullying and mockery. Before Lin Yun's arrival as the sect's son-in-law, she didn't even possess a name.

It was only when the benevolent Young Master took her under his wing that a glimmer of warmth pierced her bleak existence. He not only named her Meng but also treated her with the affection of a true brother.

His tender gaze was a constant source of comfort to her.

To Meng, Lin Yun represented the sole beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness.

She believed that anyone could face death, herself included, but Lin Yun's survival was non-negotiable.

"These medicines, you stole them," Hongxiu accused, her eyes brimming with contempt. She reached out her pale hand, intent on striking Meng once more.

"Stop," commanded Lin Yun.

Unable to contain his fury any longer, Lin Yun bellowed, "Who gave you the audacity to strike her?"

Hongxiu, momentarily taken aback, quickly recognized the speaker as Lin Yun, the Mystic Moon Sect's least regarded member. A sneer crept across her lovely face. "Young Master, I'm merely disciplining this thieving maid on your behalf. No thanks are necessary; it's my duty," she said with a derisive tone.

"But Young Master, I've heard your health is failing. You should retreat indoors promptly—the wind is quite harsh today. Do take care of yourself," she added, her words dripping with irony.

Lin Yun seethed internally, "My standing in the Mystic Moon Sect is so low that even a servant dares to challenge me."

He struggled to keep his rage in check. The memories of his predecessor had given him insight into his plight, but only now did he grasp the full extent of his lowly status within the sect.

Regardless, he was Qin Yutong's husband in name, and yet here stood a menial servant, mocking him without fear.

"They dare to scorn me? I'll ensure they regret it," Lin Yun vowed silently.

"And who might you be?" Lin Yun retorted fiercely. "Nothing but a base servant, and yet you dare address your master so insolently? Who empowered you to strike my maid?"

His sharp rebuke left Hongxiu dumbfounded.

She was overcome with astonishment and confusion. "Could this be the same timid Lin Yun I know?"

With a cold laugh, Lin Yun continued, "You're a mere servant. How dare you contradict me? By the Mystic Moon Sect's Law Enforcement Hall's standards, I ought to beat you to death with a rod."

A flustered Hongxiu responded, "Lin Yun, you're nothing more than a son-in-law married into the Qin family. The Sect Master has never valued you."

"What does it matter if Qin Yutong is indifferent to me? I am her husband by title, and I am your master. Show me disrespect, and I'll make sure she hears of it. Will Qin Yutong defend me for the sake of her own reputation, or will she save you, a lowly maid? When the time comes, it won't just be you at risk—your own master will suffer the consequences," Lin Yun declared.

As Lin Yun finished, Hongxiu's arrogance dissolved into panic. Despite her haughtiness, she was, after all, just a servant who dared to mistreat only her peers.

Lin Yun declared, "If you wish to avoid sharing your master's fate in death, kneel before me now."

There was a moment's hesitation from Hongxiu, but ultimately, she knelt down, albeit reluctantly.

A crisp slap echoed immediately after.

A vivid red imprint of a palm marred Hongxiu's once beautiful face.

It was Lin Yun who had struck her.

"How dare you strike me?" Hongxiu exclaimed, her eyes ablaze with fury.

With a swift motion, Hongxiu's palm struck the ground, splintering the tiles beneath her.

"Is this the strength of a Power Refinement Grade Two martial cultivator? I never imagined a mere servant could surpass me in power. It's no wonder the former Lin Yun held such a lowly status within the Mystic Moon Sect," Lin Yun reflected, his mind reeling from the revelation.

Despite his inner turmoil, Lin Yun's exterior remained composed.

At the pinnacle of martial prowess, one could easily shake mountains and rivers. In a world devoid of firearms, these formidable martial cultivators stood as the ultimate force in battle.

Drawing from the recollections of this body's previous inhabitant, Lin Yun understood that the first realm of Martial Dao was known as the Body Refining Stage. At this foundational level, martial cultivators employed various techniques to temper their bodies, purge impurities, and cultivate Genuine Force.

The Body Refining Stage was segmented into nine levels. With each breakthrough, a martial cultivator's strength would grow incrementally.

Hongxiu had achieved the second grade within the Body Refining Stage.

"I am your master, you're nothing but a servant. Therefore, I have the right to discipline you," Lin Yun said coldly, a sneer playing on his lips. "Or perhaps you're considering retaliation?"

He was not one to raise his hand against women, but the sight of Meng's injuries had ignited a fire of rage within him that he couldn't quell. Today, he was determined to conquer Hongxiu and secure justice for Meng.

Though seething with anger, Hongxiu dared not counterattack in the face of Lin Yun's dauntless demeanor. "I wouldn't dare," she muttered.

Lin Yun delivered three more stinging slaps to Hongxiu, her lovely features swelling with each strike. Through it all, Hongxiu struggled to mask the loathing in her gaze. "Young Master, have you calmed your anger? If so, may I be excused?" she inquired, her voice laced with a forced calm.

"You've harmed Meng. Did you really think you could leave without compensating for her medical care?" Lin Yun retorted with a scoff.

Despite their residence within the affluent Mystic Moon Sect, the spartan decor of their quarters betrayed Lin Yun and Meng's destitution. He saw this as an opportunity to extract some much-needed funds.

Hongxiu, though a servant, served Lu Tianyu, an Inner Sect disciple of the Mystic Moon Sect, and was likely to possess considerable wealth.

"Here are twenty taels of silver for you," Hongxiu said, her sneer matching Lin Yun's.

She laid down a stack of silver and, covering her swollen face with a handkerchief, made a hasty retreat. Internally, she harbored a spiteful thought: "You'll probably meet your end before you even have the chance to spend that money."

"Host, you have earned 20 points!" announced the system as Lin Yun scooped up the silver coins. He froze, the significance of the system's points dawning on him after a brief pause.

Points equated to currency!

By this conversion, one tael of silver was worth one point. To amass more points within the system, he'd need to find ways to acquire more silver.

With a newfound understanding of the system, Lin Yun's spirits lifted considerably.

However, in the blink of an eye, he noticed a stunning woman in a moon-white gown standing before him, her gaze upon him detached and cool.

Her long, black hair cascaded down to her waist, and she exuded an aura of icy aloofness. Her fair and delicate features were flawlessly beautiful.

Yet, the sight of such beauty only soured Lin Yun's mood.

For this woman was none other than his wife in name, the Sect Master of the Mystic Moon Sect, Qin Yutong.

"What brings you here?" Lin Yun inquired, his tone devoid of warmth.

At that moment, a persistent voice in his head seemed to whisper of his deep love for the woman before him—a lingering obsession of the original Lin Yun.

He squashed the sentiment ruthlessly. He was not the Lin Yun of old. He did not harbor love for Qin Yutong.

Qin Yutong was taken aback by Lin Yun's composed demeanor. In the past, his reaction to her presence would have been one of intense excitement.

But now, Lin Yun had changed.

"Lin Yun, are you well?" Qin Yutong's voice was melodious yet carried a chill.

"I'm quite well, thank you for asking," Lin Yun replied coolly. "Is there a reason you sought me out?"

"In half a month, the Mystic Moon Sect will conduct its yearly competition. All elders and disciples are expected to attend. As my husband, your presence is obligatory." A complex emotion flickered across Qin Yutong's exquisite face as she spoke softly.

Lin Yun paused, momentarily taken aback.

He recalled details of the sect competition from the original Lin Yun's memories. It was a grand event organized by the Mystic Moon Sect to identify promising disciples and assess their progress in cultivation. Attendance was mandatory for Qin Yutong and her husband at such an annual gathering.

"There will be no issue. I assure you, I'll be there on time," Lin Yun said with a faint smile.

He had no fear of the competition. In his past life as a doctor, he was known for his vindictive nature.

The original Lin Yun's memories painted a picture of sect elders who had relentlessly tormented him. To a great extent, their cruelty was the reason he lived in such destitution.

Qin Yutong, seeing Lin Yun's easy acquiescence, gave a slight nod and prepared to leave. She had accomplished what she came for; lingering served no purpose.

Yet, the sight of Lin Yun and Meng's ragged garments stirred a flicker of remorse in her. If not for her actions, Lin Yun might not have fallen to such lows.

With that, she departed.

"Silly girl, why are you still sitting on the ground?"

After Qin Yutong's departure, Lin Yun moved to help Meng to her feet, but she hesitated, tearfully apologizing instead. "Young Master, I'm so sorry. I spilled the medicine that was meant to save you."

"I'm fine, truly. Look at me—brimming with energy. I hardly seem like a sick man," Lin Yun chuckled.

At his words, Meng looked up and noticed the healthy color in his cheeks—a stark contrast to his former pallor.

Her heart leapt with joy, and she thought, "Wonderful. Young Master isn't going to die. He'll be here with me from now on."

For Meng, Lin Yun was the sole beacon of light in her life.