Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

For a moment, Lin Mu was overwhelmed by the aroma.

Song Wanzhu tilted her head and suddenly spoke up: "Is that the master in plain clothes in the tabloids you? You look like him, except your hair seems a bit short."

Su Qinghe nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling: "Yes, yes, that portrait, although the lines are rough, does have a resemblance in the features..."

Suddenly surrounded by two beautiful women, Lin Mu smiled a little embarrassedly, neither admitting nor denying it.

Lin Mu knew that when faced with difficult questions, silence was the best course of action. They would naturally fill in the blanks with the results they wanted, and once they had made up their minds, it was difficult to change their minds no matter how much you explained.

Judging from their expressions and behavior, it seemed as if they had seen something interesting, and there was no respect for the master in their eyes at all.

At this moment, Jiang Yanzhou, who was standing in front of Qin Yumo, turned his head, looked at Lin Mu, curled his lips, and said in a drawn-out, sarcastic tone, "Oh, the master in plain clothes is back? I wonder what he has gained? Can you still defeat the monsters in the Woma Forest?"

Lin Mu's gaze followed the voice and landed on Jiang Yanzhou's face, where it lingered.

He remembered.

On the day of the original owner's wedding, the Qin residence was a bit chaotic with so many people. Whether it was nervousness or something else, not long after the wedding ceremony, he suddenly had to urinate, but he was unfamiliar with the Qin residence and had no one to guide him. The only person who felt somewhat at ease, Old Master Qin, was also busy and nowhere to be found.

He wandered around aimlessly for a while and finally found a toilet. But when he got to the door, he was stopped by a servant who refused to let Lin Mu in, saying that their young master was relieving himself inside.

Lin Mu wanted to go in, but he had to wait for the young master to come out first. Lin Mu was so desperate to urinate that he couldn't argue. Seeing that the young master wasn't someone to mess with, he wandered around and finally found a secluded corner to relieve himself before heading back.

He hadn't gone more than a few turns when someone smashed a brick into the back of his head at a corner. The blow left him unconscious for several days. He never knew who had done it, but in the last second before he lost consciousness, he remembered that face.

This is the person in front of me, and there was that wretched servant standing next to him who was blocking his way.

Lin Mu's eyes changed instantly, colder than the blade of Ning Shuang's sword, and more piercing than the tip of Hai Hun's trident.

"What did you gain?" he asked slowly, his voice low but each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. "Did you come here to learn from them?"

Jiang Yanzhou's heart skipped a beat when he saw him staring at him. Why was this guy so tough? His eyes looked like he wanted to devour someone. He instinctively wanted to back away, but then he remembered that Qin Yumo was sitting right next to him watching, that he was the young master of the Jiang family, and that he was a level 19 warrior. He couldn't back down, and his back straightened up again.

Are you afraid of me? What trouble can a mere level one Taoist priest cause?

"What's wrong with learning from them?" Jiang Yanzhou sneered, his hand resting on the hilt of the Eight Desolations Sword at his waist.

The courtyard fell silent. Everyone stepped aside, making room. Lu Xingci leaned against a pillar, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if watching a spectacle.

Qin Yumo put down her teacup without stopping them. Her gaze fell on Lin Mu. She recalled what Shi Tou and the other two had said, and the article in the tabloid about the "wise man in plain clothes." Whether it was true or false, she would soon find out.

Besides, with me watching over him, Lin Mu won't die.

Lin Mu looked at Jiang Yanzhou, and a slow smile crept onto his lips. It wasn't a smile; it was more like a wild beast baring its teeth.

Only Chunxing, standing nearby, called out worriedly, "Young Master..."

Lin Mu glanced back at her, his coldness softening slightly. He took something out of his Qiankun bag and stuffed it into Chunxing's hand: "I bought this for you. Take it. Be good, go stay over there and don't get hurt."

As he spoke, Lin Mu patted Chunxing's head.

Chunxing wore a bun hairstyle today, and she looked absolutely adorable.

Chunxing took the things, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. But it quickly filled with worry again, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something. But Lin Mu gently pushed her, and Chunxing had no choice but to retreat to the porch, her eyes fixed on the middle of the courtyard.

Lin Mu pulled out an ebony sword from his Qiankun bag.

Ebony Sword, requires level 1.

He didn't want to reveal his strength. He leveled up too quickly, jumping from level one to level eighteen in a month. If word got out, the entire Marfa Empire would be shaken. What if he was captured and dissected for research? Unless he reached a height that no one could reach, or latched onto a powerful figure that no one could reach, he wouldn't reveal his true strength to those around him, especially the few in the courtyard.

With a flick of his ebony sword, he pointed it at Jiang Yanzhou, the tip of the sword remaining steady and motionless.

With his other hand, he beckoned and said, "You trashy bastard, come here!" His voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the yard could hear him clearly.

Jiang Yanzhou ignored Lin Mu's words, instead looking at the ebony sword and almost bursting out laughing. An ebony sword? Fight him with this thing?

He drew his top-grade Eight Desolations sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. It had an attack power of 4-18, accuracy +2, strength +2, and luck +1. He had bought it when he had just reached level 15, spending a lot of his savings, and he still used it to this day.

"You're courting death." Jiang Yanzhou snorted coldly, rushed forward in one step, raised the Eight Desolations sword high, and slashed it down with a whooshing sound.

Lin Mu did not move.

Just as the blade was about to strike his head, he raised his hand, and the ebony sword was held horizontally above his head.

clang!

A crisp sound.

The shock made Lin Mu's entire arm go numb.

-6 also floated overhead.

The ebony sword also emitted a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.

But Lin Mu gritted his teeth and persevered.

Beside her, Chunxing's little hands were tightly clenched, tearing the paper of a package of pastries. She was also clenching her teeth, as if she was helping her son-in-law exert his strength.

Jiang Yanzhou's Eight Desolations technique was suspended in mid-air, firmly held by the ebony sword. Although it trembled slightly, it seemed that it could not fall down again.

He was stunned. Although this sword strike did not employ any offensive techniques, its power was still considerable. However, the hand opposite him seemed completely still, as if it were holding up an iron pillar.

He remembered their wedding day, around the corner of the restroom, when he slammed a brick down on the man, who collapsed limply to the ground, too weak to even resist. How could... how could he have blocked his sword in just one month?

Jiang Yanzhou was still in a daze, but Lin Mu made a move.

Lin Mu took a half step back with his left leg, bent his right knee, and tilted his ebony sword to the left. He dissipated some of the force while simultaneously sensing the change in Jiang Yanzhou's strength.

Jiang Yanzhou, who was locked in a stalemate with Lin Mu, was secretly delighted, thinking that Lin Mu was still low-level and weak, and would obviously not be able to hold on this time.

He gritted his teeth and continued to exert force. The Eight Desolations slid down the tilted blade of the ebony sword, the blade sticking to the ebony and sliding deeper and deeper, shaving off a layer of ebony shavings, which were about to press down on Lin Mu's head.

That's exactly what Lin Mu wants: you don't make a second move, you just keep challenging yourself.

At this moment, Lin Mu suddenly moved again.

Lin Mu took a step to the right, lowered his center of gravity, and touched the ground with the tip of his sword.

Under Jiang Yanzhou's heavy pressure, the blade of the Eight Desolations sword slid to the left along the tilt of the ebony sword. This not only allowed Lin Mu to absorb most of the force but also allowed him to dodge the slash.

Then, Lin Mu flipped his wrist, just like when he fought the orc warrior, and taking advantage of Jiang Yanzhou's weakened strength, he used the tip of his sword to slice across the ground, aiming straight for Jiang Yanzhou's crotch from bottom to top.

At this moment, Jiang Yanzhou was still immersed in the victory of the two of them in their strength contest.

In his mind, Lin Mu's arm was probably too numb to lift at this moment. How could he possibly fight back?

Just as Jiang Yanzhou was having a brainstorming session and experiencing a solitary climax,

At Jiang Yanzhou's crotch, the tip of the ebony sword grazed the fabric with a soft "hiss" sound.

-15!

Jiang Yanzhou's pupils dilated suddenly.

"what!"

A piercing scream ripped through the courtyard. Jiang Yanzhou bent over, curled up like a shrimp, and the Eight Desolations sword flew out of his hand, crashing to the ground with a thud. He clutched his groin, staggered back a few steps, and sat down heavily on his backside, his face deathly pale, veins bulging on his forehead, and large beads of sweat streaming down his cheeks.

Something rolled out of my trouser leg.

The courtyard was completely silent.

Song Wanzhu and Su Qinghe simultaneously squeezed their legs together, one covering her mouth and the other turning her head away, their expressions not very pleasant. Shen Zhiyao and Lu Xingci's Adam's apples also bobbed at the same time, their legs unconsciously pressed together, and their backs arched slightly, as if only in front of Lin Mu could they feel a little safe.

Qin Yumo's teacup stopped in mid-air as she looked at the lump on the ground, then at Lin Mu, her expression as complicated as if she were meeting him for the first time.

Her fingers, holding the teacup, turned slightly white, and the tea inside swayed gently, mirroring her current state of mind.

Chunxing stood under the eaves, her hands relaxed, her mouth open for a long time, her legs unconsciously clamped together, and her face flushed red, whether from excitement or shyness, it was hard to tell.

Lin Mu glanced down at Jiang Yanzhou, stepped forward, and thrust his sword into the already weakened groin area once more.

-20!

"Ah~!!"

Jiang Yanzhou's screams rose another notch. He bounced up and then fell heavily back to the ground, like a fish that had been caught and thrown ashore. His face was covered in tears and snot, and his body curled up in a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

Everyone felt a chill in their groin and a tightening in their anus once again.

Even Qin Yumo, who was originally sitting in a relaxed posture, sat up straight and hid her bottom in the middle of the stone bench.

The courtyard grew even quieter. So quiet that you could hear the blood dripping from the tip of the ebony sword onto the ground.

Chapter 52 Chunxing's Praise

Lin Mu crouched down and picked up the Eight Desolations sword that had fallen to the ground. The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight. He held it in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and carefully examined its attributes.

[Eight Desolations, Attack 4-18, Accuracy +2, Strength +2, Luck +1, Requires Level 15]

It adds 6 points to attack, 2 points to accuracy, 2 points to strength, and 1 point to luck. It's definitely a good item.

"Hey, not bad at all." Lin Mu casually put the Eight Desolations into his Qiankun Bag, his tone as casual as if he were just saying that the weather was nice today.

Hearing this from the ground, Jiang Yanzhou trembled with anger. He tried to say something, but when he opened his mouth, only a sob escaped his lips.

Qin Yumo finally moved. She stood up, walked to Jiang Yanzhou's side, squatted down, and cast a healing spell on him. Soft white light enveloped the wound, and the bleeding slowly stopped, but the things that had already fallen out couldn't be put back in place by the healing spell. She frowned slightly, but her hands didn't stop; she couldn't let Jiang Yanzhou bleed to death in the Qin residence.

Song Wanzhu stood to the side, her face pale, her lips moving but no words coming out. Su Qinghe had already turned her head away, not daring to look anymore. Shen Zhiyao and Lu Xingci exchanged a glance, quickly walked over, took out a bottle of Sun Water from their Qiankun bags, pried open Jiang Yanzhou's mouth, and poured it down his throat.

After swallowing the sun-dried water, Jiang Yanzhou's complexion finally improved a little, and the pain lessened somewhat. He was panting heavily, glaring at Lin Mu with eyes that seemed to spit fire, and struggled to stand up.

“I…I killed you…” His voice was hoarse and weak, as if it were being squeezed out of his throat.

Shen Zhiyao grabbed him and whispered, "Don't move!"

Lu Xingci also squatted down, wrapping the bloody mess with a cloth. His expression wasn't good either. He glanced at Lin Mu, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

The two men lifted Jiang Yanzhou up from either side. Shen Zhiyao looked at Jiang Yanzhou and said in a low voice, "Go back quickly, while there's still time. Go back and drink some healing medicine, and take the things... take the things back. If you're too late, you'll be a cripple."

Jiang Yanzhou trembled, glanced down at the cloth bag in Lu Xingci's hand, and his face turned even paler. He gritted his teeth, stopped struggling, and let the two men carry him out.

As they walked, Lu Xingci whispered words of comfort: "Brother Jiang, don't take it to heart. That kid won unfairly and used underhanded tactics. If it were a fair fight, he might not be your match."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yanzhou paused, turned around, and his eyes burned with even more hatred. He gritted his teeth and spat out a few words: "Once I'm healed, I'll definitely have a match with you again! You despicable scoundrel! You're utterly despicable..."

Lin Mu stood in the courtyard, hands behind his back, his face expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Song Wanzhu and Su Qinghe exchanged a glance, their initial shock and tension gradually fading, replaced by an expression of sudden realization. Indeed, the fight just now was less of a martial arts contest and more of a sneak attack.

Lin Mu only used one move from beginning to end, and it was a low-level, underhanded trick. It was impossible to tell his level or strength from his opponent's. Perhaps what's in the tabloids is true, but that's probably just good luck combined with a ruthless attack.

The two walked up to Qin Yumo, and Song Wanzhu tugged at Qin Yumo's sleeve, whispering, "Yumo, we're leaving now."

Su Qinghe nodded in agreement, glancing at Lin Mu with a look that had lost its earlier curiosity, now indifferent, as if she were looking at an ordinary person.