Lin Zhengli’s just-relaxed heart clenched again.

Lin Zhengren gritted his teeth once more, and started walking towards his younger brother again.

“Lin Zhengren, what do you think you’re doing?!”

A furious shout rang out.

Jiang Wang looked in the direction of the sound and saw another familiar face: Lin Duanxing, the father of the brothers Lin Zhengren and Lin Zhengli.

His clothes were disheveled, as if he had just crawled out of some woman’s bed. Reeking of alcohol, he was clearly living a much more carefree life than his two sons.

But his face was now flushed red with extreme anger. “He’s your own brother! Are you trying to kill him? Are you even human?!”

He turned and glared at everyone around him. “Are you all just useless drunkards, watching this demon run rampant in my Lin family? What am I keeping you around for?!”

Jiang Wang watched him quietly, showing no intention of intervening.

Lin Zhengren, however, showed no emotion on his face in response to his father’s outburst. He simply stated, “From this moment on, I am assuming supreme authority over the family. Someone, take Lin Duanxing away!”

“You dare!” Lin Duanxing jumped to his feet. “You’ve cultivated only to become a beast. I’m your father! Lin Zhengren, have you lost your mind?”

“Who dares?” He roared like an enraged old dog, facing the crowd. “Let me see who dares! I’ll kill him!”

In normal times, he was actually quite restrained in his attitude toward Lin Zhengren, because he knew his son didn’t think much of him.

He also knew he was useless, and his life would be spent in debauchery. As for cultivation, he had considered it in his younger years, but later abandoned the idea.

Though incompetent, he understood that his actual position in the family was certainly inferior to his two sons, especially Lin Zhengren.

If he ever lost his temper with Lin Zhengren, it would be him who lost face.

So, in front of his son, he always behaved himself.

But at this moment, he roared, he was furious, and he cursed at Lin Zhengren.

Because Lin Zhengren’s actions had truly crossed his bottom line.

Even though he was a useless hedonist for most of his life, even though he was a failure, he still had a father’s bottom line!

No one could hurt his son!

He snatched a saber from a clansman’s soldier, unsheathed it, and pointed it at Lin Zhengren. “If you dare to lay a hand on your brother today, I won’t be polite!”

Lin Zhengren simply lashed out with his whip, sending the saber flying and knocking him to the ground.

“Take him away!”

He shouted fiercely, losing his composure!

Soon, two clansmen’s soldiers, unable to withstand the pressure in his eyes, stepped forward and dragged Lin Duanxing up from the ground, one on each side.

Lin Duanxing struggled frantically. “Let me go! Let go! Do you want to die? Lin Zhengren! Lin Zhengren! You beast! Your mother in the netherworld will never forgive you! Let me go! Let go!…”

He shouted and screamed as he was dragged away.

Lin Zhengren paused for a moment.

He knew that his father’s body had long been hollowed out by wine and women. The whip strike was intentionally controlled to avoid seriously injuring him, but it should have left him dazed for a while.

Having lived together for so many years, he was seeing his father act like a father for the first time, but in such a circumstance.

How ironic?

This hesitation lasted only a brief moment. Lin Zhengren continued forward, heading toward Lin Zhengli.

Lin Zhengli, supporting himself with his hands, retreated continuously. Finally, he got to his feet and fled.

A verdant serpent hissed through the air, tightly coiling around him, pulling him back with resolve.

Lin Zhengli’s face turned red as he desperately called out, “Brother…”

Lin Zhengren simply turned to Jiang Wang. “I’ll try to persuade him.”

Jiang Wang extended his hand, gesturing for him to proceed as he pleased.

Lin Zhengren pulled Lin Zhengli close, leaned in, and began his “persuasion.”

No one knew what he said.

Lin Zhengli’s expression changed from shock to anger, fear, then to pleading, pain, and finally to hatred.

Lin Zhengren turned back to Jiang Wang. “Which method of self-slaughter do you think my foolish brother would find most sincere?”

Even though Jiang Wang was the instigator of all this, he couldn’t help but be impressed by Lin Zhengren’s ruthlessness.

He truly had Lin Zhengli completely under his thumb, even managing to “persuade” him to commit suicide!

Such a man, even without cultivation talent, even without entering the National Dao Academy, could never have been defeated by Lin Zhengli in the struggle for the family fortune!

This man could not be allowed to live.

Killing intent stirred in Jiang Wang’s heart, though it didn’t show in his eyes. People had to be killed one by one, and things had to be done one at a time.

At least, for the matter of forcing Lin Zhengli to commit suicide, he still needed Lin Zhengren to arrange it.

He deliberately scanned the courtyard, his gaze lingering on the water well.

“Seal off his Dao Yuan and let him jump into the well. What do you think?” Jiang Wang asked in a negotiating tone.

Lin Zhengren gritted his teeth. “Agreed!”

Jiang Wang had wanted to see Lin Zhengli’s resistance and struggles.

To watch the good show of brothers fighting continue.

But Lin Zhengren glanced at him, and Lin Zhengli seemed to resign himself to his fate, walking toward the well.

He was pained, unwilling, and filled with hatred, but he accepted his fate.

It was hard to imagine what vital weakness Lin Zhengren held over him, to make him so docile.

But that was no longer something Jiang Wang needed to worry about. He only needed Lin Zhengli’s painful end. Only that one result.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The first time he came to the Lin family’s clan grounds, he had wanted to do this. But at that time, the situation was against him. He had An An to take care of, and he couldn’t risk his life in Wangjiang City. Even if he did, it would be futile.

Originally, he had planned to wait until later, when he was stronger, to return to Zhuang Country and deal with everything.

But when he saw Lin Zhengren tonight, he couldn’t help himself.

When one possesses a sharp weapon, the desire to kill arises naturally.

Moreover, at this moment, he was unrivaled in the Wangjiang City region, and his hatred had not yet been extinguished!

It was time to settle old scores!

Lin Zhengli walked to the edge of the well. Before jumping in, he looked at Jiang Wang with resentment, the words squeezed out between his teeth.

“I want to know why?”

“I’ve apologized, made amends, and offered money to save my life. Why do you insist on my death?”

“Why! Why!”

He even screamed in despair, “Why!?”

Jiang Wang looked at him calmly, his eyes devoid of emotion.

Despair?

The day Aunt Song jumped into the well, was she also this desperate?

How calmly did she tidy everything up, choosing to end her life?

Jiang Wang couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow after reading Aunt Song’s last letter.

And how sad was An An…?

He would make Lin Zhengli suffer the same pain as Song Ruyi!

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

“You shouldn’t have stepped in with your left foot when you entered the courtyard just now!” Jiang Wang said.

This was the only answer.

It was blatant contempt, a bloody humiliation.

Like dealing with an ant, a rabid dog… what reason was needed?

Silence reigned over the entire Lin family’s clan grounds.

The Lin clansmen felt ashamed and deeply pained, but no one dared to speak.

Lin Zhengli gritted his teeth and finally cast a venomous glance at Lin Zhengren.

*Plop!*

He plunged into the well.