Honestly, if reasoning were an option, Lin Guiming really didn’t want to fight.
It was just too much like bullying.
After all, he was a true disciple of Bixiao Palace, one of the ten great immortal sects and among the most powerful sects in the Nine Provinces Continent.
Even an outer disciple of Bixiao Palace would at least be at the Acquired Realm, which, in the secular world, was already considered a formidable expert.
In the Great Qian Dynasty, such strength could easily earn one a noble title or high rank.
As a true disciple of Bixiao Palace, Lin Guiming’s strength had already reached the peak of the Innate Realm, just one step away from the Spirit Condensation Realm, transcending mortality to become a true cultivator.
The two men before him were merely small-time cannon fodder from a minor city, not even in the same league as him.
Facing the furious punch of the burly man, Lin Guiming calmly extended a single finger, placing it leisurely in front of him.
“Kid, you’re courting death!”
Seeing Lin Guiming’s near-contemptuous gesture, the man grew even more enraged, putting even more force into his punch.
“Let’s see if I don’t break that finger of yours!”
He was a Flesh Tempering Realm cultivator, with strength comparable to two wild horses.
Even five or six ordinary people together wouldn’t stand a chance against him.
And now, he was being looked down upon by some kid who hadn’t even grown a beard?
“Hey, dodge it! Don’t just stand there!”
He Wanying, watching from the side, grew anxious.
If this young man got injured or crippled by the Wang family’s guest elder, it would ultimately be her responsibility!
But it was too late—the man’s fist was about to hit Lin Guiming’s finger.
She could almost hear the sound of bones snapping.
“Crack—!”
As expected, a crisp sound rang out.
But Lin Guiming remained calm and composed, while the burly man’s expression changed.
First came shock, then his pupils shrank, his face turned pale, and his arm trembled slightly.
“Ah—!”
The pain finally hit, the agony of shattered hand bones forcing a scream from him as he clutched his hand, collapsing to the ground, drenched in sweat.
“Sigh, why did you have to do this?”
Lin Guiming shrugged helplessly.
Truth be told, he had already gone easy on him.
If he had returned even a light punch, this man would likely be dead or crippled.
At that moment, He Wanying was stunned, and the surrounding onlookers were equally dumbfounded.
The once-noisy venue fell silent in an instant.
When Lin Guiming had first jumped onto the stage and knocked the two men aside, no one had thought much of it.
The two were busy fighting each other, unable to spare any attention, so it wasn’t surprising that someone with Skin Tempering Realm strength could push them off with a surprise attack.
But the scene just now told a different story.
The burly man had attacked with full force, yet this young man blocked it with a single finger—and even shattered the man’s hand bones.
Such strength required at least Tendon Tempering Realm mastery, with the power of four horses!
How was that possible?
Even the city lord of Yuzhou City had only recently reached Tendon Tempering Realm mastery, and this young man was how old?
He Wanying’s eyes lit up.
She had struck gold!
Looking at Lin Guiming now, the more she saw, the more she liked him.
If she could recruit this man as her husband, the He family would no longer fear the Wang or Zheng families.
She could learn cultivation from him, and in the future, fulfill her mother’s hopes by entering the Imperial Academy!
With these thoughts, a faint blush spread across her face, her fingers fidgeting lightly as her heartbeat quickened.
“Is this man to be my husband from now on?”
Just then, Lin Guiming happened to look at her.
But unlike her nervous anticipation, his expression was one of complete exasperation…