Chapter 252: The Shocking Revelation for Lin Fan

When facing Lin Fan, Yao Wuxie’s expression appeared fearless, as if the man outside were truly a close brother. But the moment Yao Wuxie turned his back, that confident look instantly vanished.

What replaced it was deep tragedy, his heart filled with sorrow and rage—Brother, why must you appear at a time like this?

“Bro, just rest well. I’m going to spar a bit with my elder brother and I’ll be right back,” Yao Wuxie said with a smile, turning his head.

“Mm,” Lin Fan nodded, though he seemed somewhat skeptical of Yao Wuxie’s words.

Outside the door stood a man whose appearance carried a sinister aura. His face bore an air of arrogance, his eyebrows hinting at a touch of wickedness. Behind him followed a servant, whose demeanor exuded a sense of superiority, as if he regarded nothing and no one as worthy of his attention.

“Third Brother…” Yao Wuxie stepped out from the room and immediately approached the man, his face beaming with a smile—yet behind that smile lurked a hint of awkwardness.

“Sixth Brother, I’ve recently learned a new move and wanted to practice it with you,” said Yao Xingfeng, smiling as well, though his expression was filled with disdain.

Yao Wuxie and Yao Xingfeng shared the same father but different mothers. From childhood, Yao Wuxie had been considered inferior. Though they were brothers by name, in Yao Xingfeng’s eyes, Yao Wuxie was nothing but a bastard, a useless disgrace to the family.

Still, blood was thicker than water—at least on the surface—and Yao Xingfeng couldn’t bring himself to do anything too extreme.

Yet, to him, this useless bastard bringing shame upon the family was of no consequence. He might as well be used for some purpose.

“Third Brother, this… today, I’m a bit busy,” Yao Wuxie hesitated. If they fought, he would surely suffer. There were outsiders around—what if he made a fool of himself? Worse yet, he had hoped to recruit that outsider as his follower, someone to stay by his side in the future.

“What? You’re refusing my face? Has my sixth brother grown bold lately? Could it be your cultivation has improved? Then even better—let me test your progress,” Yao Xingfeng said, his expression darkening as he sneered.

“Third Brother, I…” Before Yao Wuxie could speak, Yao Xingfeng gave him no chance. In an instant, he moved, striking out with a palm.

Seeing that his third brother had truly attacked, Yao Wuxie felt bitter inside but dared not fight back. The more he resisted, the worse the beating would be. He was sent flying with a single palm strike.

Yao Xingfeng sneered coldly, stepping forward. He didn’t channel true energy into his fists and feet but instead seemed to be venting his rage, striking blow after blow against Yao Wuxie’s face.

Yao Wuxie, seemingly accustomed to this, didn’t dare to activate his energy for defense and simply endured the beating from his third brother.

Though hatred burned in his heart, he dared not retaliate. This was the Yao family. He was just a talentless nobody. Though he received no favor within the family, at least he could avoid greater suffering.

“You useless piece of trash—fight back!” Yao Xingfeng shouted, his eyes flashing with fury as he landed another punch. Yao Wuxie curled up on the ground, trembling, offering no resistance.

Bang!

Bang!

“A bastard born from a lowly whore.”

…

Yao Wuxie’s loyal followers hid in the shadows, watching their young master being beaten. Though anger surged within them, they dared not speak out—they could only weep silently in hiding.

They knew the pain their young master endured, but what could they do? The attacker was the third young master of the Yao family, a prodigy among the Yao clan, while they were merely servants.

Their young master was just an ordinary talent, holding no status within the Yao family.

They had once suggested to their master that he flee, but one sentence from him made them feel that even dying for him would be worth it.

“If I escape the family, all of you will die.”

…

Though their young master often acted spoiled and arrogant, they knew he was a good person. Within the city, he only acted this way to vent the pain he bore inside.

Yao Wuxie curled on the ground, clenching his fists, his eyes reddening. He remembered the happiness he had known as a child when his mother was still alive. But everything had changed since then.

He would never allow anyone to insult his mother. But he had to survive. His mother had always told him:

Being a hero for a moment is not true heroism. Only those who survive to the end are true heroes.

No matter how much hardship, pain, or humiliation he faced in the Yao family, he must not act recklessly.

Yao Wuxie buried his head deeply, enduring the punches and kicks from his third brother.

Bang!

Yao Xingfeng kicked Yao Wuxie high into the air, then slammed him violently into the ground.

Yao Wuxie’s body crashed against the ground with a heavy thud.

“Hmph, what a damn waste. I thought your cultivation had improved, but it seems you’ve only gotten worse,” Yao Xingfeng sneered, stepping on Yao Wuxie’s face.

When Yao Wuxie faced Lin Fan, his expression was one of utter fearlessness, as if the person outside was truly a dear brother. However, the moment Yao Wuxie turned his back, that confident demeanor vanished instantly.

In its place was a deep sense of tragedy, and his heart cried out in anguish, “Brother, why did you have to appear at this moment?”

“Brother, just rest well. I’ll spar with my brother and be right back,” Yao Wuxie turned his head and said with a smile.

“Mm,” Lin Fan nodded, though he didn’t quite believe Yao Wuxie’s words.

Outside the door.

A man with a sinister aura stood there, his face haughty, with a trace of wickedness between his brows. Behind him followed a servant, who exuded an air of superiority from head to toe, especially in his expression, as if he looked down on everything.

“Third Brother…” Yao Wuxie emerged from the house and immediately approached the man with a smile, though there was a hint of awkwardness in it.

“Sixth Brother, I’ve learned a new move recently and wanted to spar with you,” Yao Xingfeng said with a smile, though the disdain in his eyes was unmistakable.

Yao Wuxie was his half-brother, born of a lowly woman. Though they were brothers in name, in Yao Xingfeng’s eyes, Yao Wuxie was nothing but a bastard, a disgrace to the family. However, since they shared the same father, he couldn’t do anything too drastic.

Still, such a worthless bastard was a stain on the family, and it was only right to extract some value from him.

“Third Brother, I… I’m not feeling well today,” Yao Wuxie hesitated. If they fought now, it would end in tragedy. There were outsiders present, and if he were to lose face, how could he ever recover? Moreover, he wanted to recruit that person as his subordinate, to have him by his side in the future.

“What? You won’t even give Third Brother face? It seems Sixth Brother has grown some wings. Has your cultivation improved? That’s perfect, Third Brother will test your progress,” Yao Xingfeng’s expression turned cold, and he sneered.

“Third Brother, I…” Yao Wuxie was about to say something, but Yao Xingfeng gave him no chance, instantly moving and striking out with a palm.

Seeing that Third Brother was serious, Yao Wuxie felt a wave of bitterness in his heart but dared not fight back. The more he resisted, the worse the beating would be. He was soon sent flying with a single strike.

Yao Xingfeng sneered, stepping forward and unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks, not bothering to use his true energy, as if venting his anger on Yao Wuxie’s face.

Yao Wuxie, as if accustomed to this, didn’t even try to protect himself with his true energy, allowing his Third Brother to pummel him.

Though Yao Wuxie harbored hatred in his heart, he dared not act. This was the Yao family, and he was just a worthless member. Though he wasn’t treated well, at least he didn’t suffer too much hardship.

“You worthless trash, fight back!” Yao Xingfeng’s eyes gleamed with malice as he punched Yao Wuxie in the face. Yao Wuxie curled up on the ground, trembling, not daring to retaliate.

“Bang…”

“Bang…”

“A bastard born of a lowly woman…”

…

Yao Wuxie’s lackeys, hiding in the shadows, watched as their master was beaten, their hearts filled with anger but unable to speak out. They could only hide and silently weep.

They knew the suffering their master endured, but what could they do? The other party was the third young master of the Yao family, a prodigy of their generation, while they were mere servants.

Young Master Yao was just an average talent, with no status in the Yao family.

They had once suggested fleeing, but Young Master’s words made them feel that even if they died for him, it would be worth it.

“It’s easy for me to leave the family, but you would die.”

…

Though Young Master was usually a playboy, they knew he was a good person. In the city, he only used his playboy behavior to vent the suffering in his heart.

Yao Wuxie curled up on the ground, clenching his fists, his eyes slightly red. When his mother was still alive in his childhood, life had been so happy, but everything had changed later.

He couldn’t allow anyone to insult his mother, but he had to survive. His mother had often told him:

“A momentary hero is not a true hero. Only those who survive to the end are the real heroes.”

No matter how much hardship, suffering, or humiliation he endured in the Yao family, he must not act impulsively.

Yao Wuxie buried his head deeply, enduring the punches and kicks from his Third Brother.

“Bang…”

Yao Xingfeng kicked Yao Wuxie’s body high into the air, then slammed him back into the ground with a palm.

Yao Wuxie’s body collided heavily with the ground, producing a dull thud.

“Hmph, truly a worthless trash. I thought your cultivation had improved, but it seems you’ve only become more useless,” Yao Xingfeng said disdainfully, stepping on Yao Wuxie’s face.

Yao Xingfeng’s lackey also looked at Yao Wuxie with disdain, feeling pleased with his downfall, though he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on him himself.

No matter how worthless Yao Wuxie was, he was still a young master of the Yao family, not someone a mere servant could bully.

But watching their master humiliate Yao Wuxie gave them a sense of satisfaction.

“Sixth Brother, though you’re a worthless trash, you still have some use. After beating you, Third Brother feels much better. So, even trash has its uses. Oh, by the way, Fourth Brother is waiting outside. Third Brother will take his leave now. Fourth Brother, come in. Sixth Brother is ready to spar with you,” Yao Xingfeng called out to the outside.

“Alright, Sixth Brother, Fourth Brother has been itching for a fight.”

…

Inside the room, Lin Fan watched quietly through the crack in the door. He didn’t step out to help Yao Wuxie because he still didn’t fully understand what was happening. But by the end, Lin Fan had figured it out.

Yao Wuxie must be suffering greatly in the Yao family.

Even so, Lin Fan couldn’t intervene. This was the Yao family, and that powerful figure was likely within its walls. If he stepped in, it might cause trouble.

No matter what, Yao Wuxie was a member of the Yao family. Though he would be beaten severely, at least his life wasn’t in danger.

Ah… what a pitiful person.

Time passed minute by minute.

Then, the door was pushed open.

Yao Wuxie seemed like a different person now, his face bruised and swollen, yet he still wore a cheerful smile.

“Brother, that was exhilarating! My Third Brother’s skills have improved again, and I was no match for him. My handsome face took a beating. Brother, you rest well. I’ll go apply some medicine,” Yao Wuxie said with a laugh, as if nothing had happened.

“Come here for a moment…” Lin Fan beckoned to Yao Wuxie.

“Brother, what is it?” Yao Wuxie asked, puzzled.

“Nothing, just come here,” Lin Fan said.

When Yao Wuxie approached, Lin Fan placed a hand on Yao Wuxie’s arm, and his expression suddenly changed, looking at Yao Wuxie in disbelief.

No matter how useless Yao Wuxie was, he was still a young master of the Yao family—someone they, as lowly servants, dared not offend.

But watching their own young master humiliate Yao Wuxie gave them a strange sense of satisfaction.

“Sixth Brother, though you’re a waste, you do have your uses. After beating you, my mood has improved. So, even trash has its value. Oh, by the way, the fourth brother is waiting outside. I’ll leave first. Fourth Brother, come in—you can spar with Sixth Brother too,” Yao Xingfeng called out.

“Alright, Sixth Brother. Fourth Brother has been itching for a fight lately. I’ll join in too.”

Inside the room, Lin Fan silently watched through the crack in the door. He didn’t rush out to help Yao Wuxie, as he still hadn’t figured out what was happening. But after witnessing the entire scene, Lin Fan finally understood.

It seemed life wasn’t easy for Yao Wuxie within the Yao family either.

Even so, Lin Fan couldn’t bring himself to intervene, for this was the Yao family, and a powerful cultivator likely resided here.

If he stepped in, it might trigger unforeseen consequences.

Regardless of everything, Yao Wuxie was still a member of the Yao family. Though he might suffer a severe beating, at least his life wouldn’t be in danger.

Sigh… truly a pitiful person.

Minute by minute, time passed.

Then the door creaked open.

Yao Wuxie now seemed like a completely different person—his face bruised and swollen, yet still laughing heartily.

“Bro, that was awesome! My third brother has improved again—I couldn’t even hold my own. Look at my handsome face now! Bro, you just rest a bit. I’ll go apply some medicine,” Yao Wuxie said cheerfully, as if nothing had happened.

“Come here…” Lin Fan gestured to Yao Wuxie.

“Bro, what’s up?” Yao Wuxie asked, puzzled.

“Nothing. Just come here,” Lin Fan replied.

When Yao Wuxie approached, Lin Fan reached out and touched his hand. Instantly, his expression changed, staring at Yao Wuxie in disbelief.