The Hall of Salaries was not comparable to this group of subordinates whose highest cultivation was only at the second level of Condensing Pulse!
The personnel stationed in the Hall of Salaries were not servants, but collateral or even direct descendants of the Lin family, many of whom were at the fourth or fifth level of Condensing Pulse.
Before Fang Ming, he had only defeated some servants.
Now, he was going to directly challenge those direct descendants?
Was this feasible?
And... the Hall of Salaries had a Dao Foundation Elder stationed there!
Even someone at the Great Perfection of Condensing Pulse was absolutely no match for any random Dao Foundation Elder...
She was about to say something.
Then she silently sensed her own strength, which was comparable to the fourth level of Condensing Pulse, and the Cold Moon Whip Technique.
Brother Xuan must have obtained some fortuitous encounter to have improved himself to such a high level in such a short period.
Then his own strength would likely increase even more.
She should trust him, that he could handle these matters.
...
Within the Lin family, the Hall of Salaries.
Lin Yang was the supervisor responsible for distributing salaries here. His residence where he worked looked extremely luxurious, far surpassing Lin Xuan's dilapidated house that leaked rain.
He lay on a luxurious long chair, with five or six subordinate staff members around him.
In front of him was a large group of family disciples who had come to collect their monthly stipends.
"Brother Yang, wasn't my monthly stipend thirteen Spirit Yuan Pills? Why are three missing?" a collateral disciple who came to collect his stipend asked.
"Alas, the clan's inventory is insufficient recently. Come back next month and see if there are any," Lin Yang said with a chuckle, not believing his own words.
No wonder the direct descendants who had worked in the Hall of Salaries before said there was plenty of 'oil and water' here. It turned out there were so many collateral disciples from whom they could extract profit. As for resistance?
Who dared to resist him, a direct descendant? He was acting under the orders of Young Master Lin Yao. Did these collateral disciples with no backing dare to resist?
The collateral disciple who heard this felt indignant, but he did not dare to confront Lin Yang.
Lin Yao was the son of the Second Elder, possessed exceptional talent, and was a Spirit Body. At only sixteen years old, he had already reached the seventh level of Condensing Pulse. The elders in the clan all said that Lin Yao had a high probability of breaking through to the Dao Foundation realm and becoming a top force in the family.
And Lin Yang's backing was Lin Yao, so how could he dare to resist Lin Yang? If Lin Yao found out that he had beaten his subordinate, he would not be able to stay in the family.
Just as he was about to swallow his anger and leave, this collateral disciple saw two figures rapidly approaching.
"Lin Xuan? Lin Zhuyu?"
Many collateral disciples present saw these two and couldn't help but feel strange. While collateral disciples might only have two or three Spirit Yuan Pills deducted, for these two labeled as 'waste,' it wasn't a matter of a few pills, but tens of times more.
For example, Lin Xuan's stipend of six hundred pills had been deducted to forty or fifty, and even after collecting those forty or fifty, after the exploitation by the servants, only a few would remain.
It was even zero.
It could be said to be extremely miserable.
This was not the time for the two to collect their monthly stipends, so why were they here?
Many direct descendants working here were displeased with the two, and would not hesitate to beat them up if they saw them.
Even many collateral disciples wanted to beat the two up, taking out their anger from the direct descendants on these two.
So why were these two here? To seek abuse?
Everyone was somewhat confused.
And at this moment.
A young man in tattered clothes appeared before them, followed by a young girl of the same age.
"Oh, it's the waste Lin Xuan. What are you doing here?" Lin Yang said arrogantly.
"Haven't you been beaten enough by the servants? Do you want us to beat you ourselves to feel comfortable!"
Saying this, Lin Yang and several staff members burst into laughter.
A staff member said, "Is this Lin Zhuyu? It's been a long time. Now that she's grown up, I think this little girl looks a bit pretty. Come, let me touch you first." As he spoke, his eyes gleamed with lust, and he quickly ran towards Fang Ming, staring intently at Lin Zhuyu's face.
Fang Ming watched this scene, feeling a mix of amusement and helplessness.
If he remembered correctly, this kind of treatment had always been enjoyed by him.
He never expected that now it was Lin Zhuyu's turn to enjoy it.
This showed that although the appearance of this body was handsome, it was still incomparable to Fang Ming's original appearance.
Although he shook his head inwardly, feeling surprised that these people were not reaching out to him but to Lin Zhuyu, which was completely different from the past.
However, Fang Ming himself was not idle.
He said expressionlessly to the girl beside him, "Zhuyu, this person is only at the third level of Condensing Pulse. With the Microscopic Perception ability granted by the potion and the Cold Moon Whip Technique, it is enough for you to deal with him."
"You go deal with him."
After speaking, Fang Ming fell silent.
Some things still had to be resolved by oneself.
Fang Ming did not believe that he had to help Lin Zhuyu solve every problem.
This was also a tempering of her character.
"She is still a bit weak at heart."
"She must be tempered with blood, and this can be fully achieved by resisting those who oppressed her before, thereby achieving the tempering and awakening of self-awareness."
Fang Ming watched everyone present.
Lin Zhuyu nodded at Fang Ming.
"Okay, Brother Xuan, I'll deal with him now."
Lin Zhuyu listened to Fang Ming very obediently.
Or rather, she listened to Lin Xuan very obediently.
Therefore, even though the staff member in front of her had bullied her many times, causing Lin Zhuyu to instinctively feel some fear towards him.
She still gritted her teeth, touched the whip in her hand, and unleashed the Cold Moon Whip Technique, striking forward.
In her mind, Lin Zhuyu kept recalling every move and stance that Fang Ming had taught her.
The trace of fear in her heart seemed to transform into hatred for the person who bullied her.
Thus, the whip technique shifted, carrying a multitude of cold intent, and struck directly.
The Cold Moon Whip Technique was an Immortal-Demon level martial art.
Lin Zhuyu was a beginner, but because she was a cultivator, even if she had not practiced for a long time, she could still exert considerable power.
When she unleashed it now, the fat staff member at the third level of Condensing Pulse would find it difficult to resist.
Of course, although this fat staff member was somewhat lecherous, he was, after all, a staff member who could work in the Hall of Salaries, and his skills were not bad.
Martial arts were ultimately martial arts. Even if they were the pinnacle of martial arts, they could be called Immortal-Demon, but in this world, they were at most rated as high-grade mortal profound techniques, or even not even spirit-grade profound techniques.
If this fat man were to use the profound techniques he knew, with his cultivation at the third level of Condensing Pulse, he would have a ten to twenty percent chance of resisting Lin Zhuyu's Cold Moon Whip Technique.
But in this fat staff member's mind, Lin Zhuyu was just a waste who had only reached the first level of Condensing Pulse after seven or eight years of cultivation. At this pace, even if she cultivated until she was thirty years old, she might not be able to reach the third level of Condensing Pulse.