Chapter 35

Carefully advancing, after five days, Lin Yiming and his group finally returned to the village.

As soon as the convoy returned to the village, the villagers immediately gathered around. Especially the children led by Xiaohuer, who ran the fastest, leading the crowd.

Seeing the fully loaded carts and the smiles on Lin Yiming and his companions' faces, the quick-witted Xiaohuer immediately understood that this time, Brother Yiming must have brought back food!

"Brother Yiming, is this all food?" Xiaohuer asked loudly. Seeing everyone nod in confirmation, he immediately turned around and shouted to the villagers who had not yet arrived, "They're back! Brother Yiming has brought back food. Great, we have food now!"

"We have food."

"Great, we can eat our fill!"

"Long live Brother Yiming!"

Following Xiaohuer's shouts, the other children in the village also began to cheer loudly.

Amidst their shouts, the adults in the village gradually ran over. Seeing the carts opened by Lin Yiming and the revealed food, the crowd cheered again.

After a long while, the crowd gradually calmed down.

Stepping down from the cart, Lin Yiming was about to greet the villagers when an old man from the village walked over, looking urgent. He said to Lin Yiming, "Yiming, we need to trouble you again. The village needs some seeds. You know the town well, so could you please run this errand for us?"

"Buy seeds?" Lin Yiming looked at the old man in front of him, puzzled. Because there were so many people surnamed Zhang in the village, and the old man was the eldest in his family, everyone called him Uncle Yi. Uncle Yi was one of the most respected people in the village. Usually, he acted like a deputy village chief, helping his sister solve many village matters.

But today, why did Uncle Yi seem so strange?

Buying seeds, isn't it not the right time to buy seeds now? Besides, buying seeds shouldn't be so urgent, right? He had just returned to the village, and they were already asking him to leave. It felt like they were rushing him out.

Lin Yiming felt suspicious and immediately began observing the crowd. After a thorough search, he finally found the problem: "Where is my sister? Uncle Yi, where is my sister? I just got back to the village, I should at least see my sister before I leave."

"Your sister? She has some business in the neighboring village today," Uncle Yi continued to urge. "Yiming, you should quickly go to the town to buy seeds. If you go too late, the good seeds will be bought by people from other villages. Last year, we went too late and couldn't buy good seeds."

Seeing Uncle Yi's urgency, Lin Yiming felt even more strange. He looked around again and noticed another problem: the village's water supply seemed to be cut off.

Pointing to the land outside the village, Lin Yiming's voice involuntarily rose. "Uncle Yi, what happened while I was away? Why are you in such a hurry to make me leave? Where is my sister? And why is the village's water supply cut off? Why is the land so dry? When I left, wasn't Taoli Village already releasing water?"

"This..." Uncle Yi was at a loss for words.

The scene fell silent. At this moment, a voice from the back of the crowd said, "Yiming, listen to your sister and go hide for a while."

Hearing this familiar voice, Lin Yiming quickly turned around. His sister, Lin Ning, appeared, and beside her were three or four villagers, all clearly injured.

"What's going on? Sister, why do you want me to go hide? What am I hiding from? And why are they injured?" Lin Yiming pointed to the injured villagers beside his sister, feeling puzzled. What had happened? Why did everyone want him to leave as soon as he returned?

Lin Ning hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lin Yiming and slowly said, "Since you've already noticed, I won't hide it from you. After you left, many martial artists from Taoli Village came. They said you injured their junior brother and wanted to find you to kill you. But since you were already in the town, they cut off the water supply and injured some villagers to vent their anger. They even killed the son of Uncle Wu's family before leaving.

When they left, they said they would come back for you when you returned. They want to avenge their junior brother. There are five or six martial artists, and each one seems very powerful. Although you are strong, you can't fight them all. Yiming, you should go hide for a while."

As she spoke, Lin Ning's voice quickened. After finishing, she pushed Lin Yiming out, looking urgent. "Yiming, go quickly. If you don't leave now, it might be too late."

Lin Yiming's feet felt rooted to the ground, his face cold. It was Li Yan again, and this time, he had even killed someone from the village!

In the countryside, villages often fought over water sources. Some villages had even become mortal enemies after such conflicts, leading to annual battles. Although his village and Taoli Village had always been in conflict, no one had ever died. This time, someone from his village had died.

With a death, there could be no reconciliation. The two villages would become mortal enemies!

The villagers had died because of him. How could he leave? This grudge, he must avenge!

Lin Yiming clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

"Sister, I..."

Lin Yiming opened his mouth, but before he could say more, an extremely arrogant voice from outside the village interrupted him.

"Run? You think you can run? Can you really run away?"

Hearing this sudden, arrogant voice, Lin Yiming turned around. In his line of sight, five figures appeared.

All five were dressed in the same style of blue clothing, each looking strong and muscular. The leader held a large saber, his eyes coldly fixed on Lin Yiming.

"You injured our junior brother and think you can run? You country bumpkins are really naive." The man with the saber narrowed his eyes and slowly approached Lin Yiming, a cold smile on his face. "Let me tell you the truth, we never left. We've been waiting here all along, just to wait for you and kill you!"

"You still dare to kill? You still dare to come to our village!" Uncle Yi, though afraid, raised his beard and shouted, "Do you know that killing is a crime? Aren't you afraid of the government's punishment?"

"Ha ha. I'm not from your town. After I kill him, I'll go back home. Do you think your town chief will chase me for a little kid? Don't dream! Today is this kid's death day for injuring our junior brother!"

The leader of the group shouted, raised his saber, and charged at Lin Yiming. The four others behind him followed suit.

Glancing at the five, Lin Yiming's face showed anger. These must be Li Yan's fellow disciples. He had only injured their junior brother, and they didn't even ask who was right or wrong before coming to kill him. Not only did they not see him, but they also injured and killed villagers, which was too arrogant.

They were just five martial artists who hadn't yet condensed their martial arts spirit hearts, yet they talked about killing so casually. Since they killed villagers, they should be prepared to be killed.

The distance between them was not far, and in a moment, they were already in front of Lin Yiming. The large saber, seemingly made of steel, was raised high and swung down at Lin Yiming's head.

The saber slashed through the air, producing a whistling sound.

Seeing this, a few villagers closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of Lin Yiming being killed. Lin Ning couldn't help but shout.

"No!"

In Lin Ning's scream, Lin Yiming took a step forward, his arm swung, and his martial arts spirit heart sank into his qi sea, pulsing rapidly.

In an instant, the martial arts spirit heart pulsed twelve times in his qi sea, and in less than a breath, boundless qi rushed from the qi sea into his entire body.

Feeling the abundant strength and qi in his body, Lin Yiming punched out with all his might.

The man saw himself about to strike, a cruel smile on his face. He loved seeing the weak show despair and beg for mercy before dying under his saber. This gave him a great sense of achievement because he was a martial artist and could bully the weak.

But when his saber struck, he felt nothing. The boy had somehow dodged and punched back.

The punch was so fast that he couldn't even see the trajectory. A large fist was already in front of him.

"Bang!"

A dull sound, the man's nose instantly broke, blood spraying out. The force in Lin Yiming's punch didn't stop at the qi, but continued to impact the man's head.

The violent force struck like a hundred-pound hammer, and the man's head was violently twisted, like a rotten persimmon, deformed. His face was already a bloody mess, chunks of flesh flying in all directions, revealing the deeply indented and broken skull beneath.