High Martial Arts: Become a God by Spending Money, Start by Spending All Your Compensation Funds

When Lin Yun woke up in the hospital, the first thing he smelled was a strong disinfectant odor.

He struggled to open his eyes, and what came into view was a white ceiling, with a slight rustling sound coming from the side.

Turning my head, I saw Su Nianhe sitting on a chair by the bed, flipping through a document in her hand, her brows and eyes showing signs of fatigue.

Hearing the noise, Su Nianhe looked up and saw that he was awake. She first breathed a sigh of relief, but then her face darkened again.

"You're finally awake." She put down the documents, her tone tinged with reproach. "Lin Yun, do you know how impulsive you were? If Teacher Han and the others hadn't arrived in time, you would have killed Sheng Feng in the training ground, and your life would have been ruined."

Lin Yun opened his mouth, the scene from that time flashing through his mind.

Seeing Sheng Feng's arrogant face and Zhao Qiang and Wu Bin covered with white sheets, he went beyond his limits in a fit of rage and beat Sheng Feng mercilessly. Then the instructor arrived, and he lost consciousness after a sharp pain in the back of his neck.

He wanted to say something in his defense, but when he met Su Nianhe's eyes, he swallowed his words.

"Even if you hate Sheng Feng and want to avenge your brother, you still have to consider your own future."

Su Nianhe looked at him, her voice softening slightly.

"What am I supposed to do if you really go to jail for intentional homicide? You don't expect me to break you out of prison, do you?"

Lin Yun was startled.

At the time, he was only thinking about revenge and making Sheng Feng pay for his crimes in blood, without considering the consequences at all.

But Su Nianhe was right, he wasn't all alone.

The girl in front of him said she wanted to be his family. If he really falls for her, he will truly be letting her down.

"sorry."

Lin Yun's voice was hoarse.

"I acted impulsively."

Seeing that he admitted his mistake, Su Nianhe's expression softened, and she reached out to tuck the blanket around him.

"It's good that you know you made a mistake. Just stay in the hospital and rest during this time. Don't think about anything else."

"Am I injured?"

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand, only to find that his right hand was wrapped in thick bandages, and even the slightest movement caused him excruciating pain.

"You have the nerve to ask?" Su Nianhe glanced at him irritably. "You smashed someone's alloy arm armor with your bare hands, nearly shattering your hand bones, and you didn't even feel a thing?"

Lin Yun then recalled that among the crisp sounds of fists hitting flesh, there was not only the sound of Sheng Feng's arm bones breaking, but also the sound of his own finger bones cracking.

However, due to the suppressed pain under the extreme state and the loss of reason, he did not notice anything at all.

"By the way, how are things going with the school?" Lin Yun asked, remembering the important matter at hand.

"Shengfeng has been fired."

Su Nianhe spoke in a flat tone.

"The school handed him over to the police, but they were attacked en route. One supervising instructor and two security guards were knocked unconscious, all three of Sheng Feng's henchmen were killed, and Sheng Feng himself is missing."

Lin Yun suddenly sat up, aggravating the injury on his hand, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Did the Sheng family do it?"

Su Nianhe hesitated for a moment, then said, "Who else could it be but them? But there were no traces left at the scene, so it's unlikely that the investigation will trace back to the Sheng family."

"We just let him get away like that?" Lin Yun clenched his fists, his eyes filled with resentment.

"He can't escape." Su Nianhe patted Lin Yun's hand confidently. "The Public Security Bureau has issued an arrest warrant. Diwu won't let this go. I've also sent Uncle Fu out to look for him. No matter how well that guy hides, he'll eventually show his face."

Lin Yun nodded, but he wasn't optimistic.

The Sheng family wields considerable power; if they truly wanted to hide someone, it would be far too easy for them.

"And what about me? What punishment will the school give me?"

"Three-month suspension from classes, one major demerit."

Su Nianhe looked at him, her tone tinged with regret.

"You were a sure thing to get into Class S in next month's monthly exam, but look what happened."

Lin Yun didn't care about that.

We can join Class S whenever we want, but if Sheng Feng really escapes, the consequences will be dire.

"Let classes be suspended. I can use this time to recover from my injuries and then go out into the wilderness to train some more."

He spoke calmly.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open.

Gu Xiaoman pushed the wheelchair ahead, with Sun Feng sitting in it, his right leg empty.

Qian Hao and Zhou Kai followed behind. Qian Hao's left arm was in a sling across his chest, while Zhou Kai's face had just had its stitches removed, leaving a hideous scar.

"Brother Yun! You're finally awake!" Gu Xiaoman walked over quickly, her face full of joy.

Qian Hao and the other two also gathered around, their eyes filled with concern and guilt.

Looking at their mutilated state, Lin Yun felt a pang in his heart, and his throat tightened.

"I'm sorry. If I hadn't offended Sheng Feng, none of you would have..."

"Brother Yun, don't say that!" Qian Hao quickly interjected, his voice still somewhat weak. "We're willing to work for you. Besides, we all heard that you risked your life against Sheng Feng in public for our sake. It's our honor to have a brother like you!"

Sun Feng nodded from his wheelchair.

"Brother Yun, we don't blame you. Blame Sheng Feng for being too ruthless, it has nothing to do with you."

Lin Yun felt even worse.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a bank card, and handed it to Qian Hao.

"There's over two million in here, split among the four of you. Zhao Qiang and Wu Bin's share should be given to their families." Lin Yun's tone was solemn. "I've dragged you into this mess, this little bit of money is nothing. From now on, as long as I, Lin Yun, have food to eat, you will never go hungry."

"Brother Yun, we can't take this money!"

Qian Hao quickly waved his hand.

"Take it if I tell you to."

Su Nianhe spoke up from the side.

"This is Lin Yun's heartfelt sentiment."

The group exchanged glances, and in the end, Qian Hao took the bank card, his eyes slightly red.

"Thank you, Brother Yun. Thank you, Miss Su."

For the next week, Lin Yun focused on recovering in the hospital.

Su Nianhe would come over every day for a while, occasionally bringing some nourishing soup, and telling Lin Yun about the martial arts academy.

A week later, Lin Yun had her stitches removed, her hands were fitted with lighter protective gear, and she was discharged from the hospital without incident.

As soon as I stepped out of the hospital, I saw Uncle Fu's car parked on the side of the road.

Su Nianhe smiled and opened the car door: "Let's go, to celebrate your discharge from the hospital, I'll take you somewhere."

"Where to?"

Lin Yun was somewhat curious.

You'll find out when you get there.

Su Nianhe kept everyone in suspense.

The car drove out of the city and headed straight towards the wilderness area.

More than an hour later, the car stopped in a secluded clearing in the woods.

Lin Yun followed Su Nianhe out of the car and immediately saw a person kneeling on the open ground.

The man's hands were tied behind his back, his hair was disheveled, and the wounds on his face had not fully healed. It was Sheng Feng, who had been missing for many days.

Upon seeing Lin Yun appear, Sheng Feng was initially stunned, but then, as if grasping at a lifeline, he struggled desperately, whimpering incoherently.

Uncle Fu stood to the side and reached out to pull the gag out of his mouth.

"Lin Yun! Su Nianhe! You dare to kidnap me? My dad won't let you get away with this!" Sheng Feng roared fiercely, but his eyes were full of fear.

"The Imperial Martial Arts Bureau and the Public Security Bureau couldn't find him, but my people found him first."

Su Nianhe and Lin Yun explained.

"This is the wilderness, a lawless zone. You can do whatever you want with him."

Lin Yun felt a slight tremor in his heart and looked at Su Nianhe.

He knew the Su family was powerful, but he never expected that they could find even the people the Sheng family had hidden, and bring them to this place so quietly.

This method is simply extraordinary!

He strode up to Sheng Feng and looked down at him.

"Lin Yun! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

When Sheng Feng saw Lin Yun approaching, the fear of death filled his heart, and he instantly cowered, crying and begging for mercy.

"I shouldn't have hurt your brother, I was just confused for a moment! I'll pay up, I'll pay ten million! No, fifty million! Spare my life, I'll never do it again!"

"I never expected it to end in someone dying, really! I just wanted to teach you a lesson!"

He cried his eyes out.

"Send me back to Diwu, or even the police station, I'll go to jail, I'll spend my whole life in jail! Please don't kill me!"

Lin Yun found his pathetic begging for mercy laughable.

"When you set a trap to lure the beast into injuring people, did you ever think it would result in someone dying?"

Lin Yun's voice was cold.

"When you thought you could settle two lives with money, you never imagined things would turn out this way. There are many things you didn't expect, just like you certainly didn't expect to die at my hands, right?"

He slowly drew the Bloodfang Knife from his waist.

The blade reflected the sunlight filtering through the trees, gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

"No! Don't kill me!"

Sheng Feng was terrified and wanted to say something more, but the blade had already flashed past.

A soft "plop" sound.

Blood splattered on the withered yellow leaves, and Sheng Feng's head rolled to the ground, his eyes still wide open, filled with terror.

Lin Yun sheathed his sword, and the pent-up frustration in his heart finally dissipated somewhat.

The brothers' revenge has been avenged.

Su Nianhe nodded slightly to Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu stepped forward, and a ball of crimson flame suddenly rose from his palm.

The flames landed on Sheng Feng's corpse, and in just a few breaths, they burned everything to ashes, which were then scattered by the wind, leaving no trace.

Lin Yun's pupils contracted slightly.

Qi and blood transform into a powerful force, which is then released as flames.

This is a technique that only a Grandmaster-level expert can achieve.

Above Martial Master is Grand Martial Master, and above Grand Martial Master is Grandmaster. I wonder when he will reach that level.

"Miss, everything has been cleaned up." Uncle Fu stood back behind Su Nianhe with his hands at his sides, his tone respectful.

Su Nianhe looked at Lin Yun and asked softly, "Are you feeling any better?"

Lin Yun turned to look at her, his eyes solemn: "Thank you for giving me the chance to take revenge."

"No need to thank me. If you hadn't been blinded by rage, he would have died at your hands sooner or later. I just brought the time forward. So that... you wouldn't be thinking about revenge all the time and wouldn't be able to cultivate properly."

Su Nianhe smiled dismissively.

"Now that you've avenged yourself, focus on your cultivation. I'll be waiting for you in Class S after your three-month disciplinary period ends."

Lin Jian nodded vigorously.