Lin Fenglei listened to Qin Feng's words and looked at him with deep intention, speaking calmly, "Young man, don't be so heated. Don't think that just because you have a bit of talent, you can act however you please. I'll admit you're a true prodigy in cultivation—there's no one in the third generation of Lin family who can match you. But you must understand one thing: the Lin family doesn't just have third-generation members!" What he meant was that as long as you refused my demands, the entire Lin family would come together to support me. With Qin Feng's standing among the Lin family members, he ranked within the top twenty—likely around the fifteenth or sixteenth position. That meant at least fifteen or sixteen people were stronger than him. Any one of those individuals could stand up to him in a one-on-one duel and emerge victorious. Should they all come together, the outcome would be certain. Lin Fenglei certainly didn't want to relinquish his control over Zhang Jie, because as long as he controlled her, he effectively controlled both Lin Caiwei and Qin Feng. Qin Da smiled: "Old man, you're truly someone who breaks promises and grows fatter from it. Honestly, I've suspected this all along. If you truly believe you can hold me back, why not give it a try?" "Very well," the old man slammed his table and gestured warmly, "Let's give it a go! I'd really like to see just what you've got—show me, then!" Qin Feng stood up and walked off, his back echoing with the old man's scornful laughter. Back in the courtyard, Lin Caiwei approached and asked, "How did it go?" "Exactly as I expected—talk fell apart," he said with a smile. "Old man, you truly have no sense of credibility!" the young woman exclaimed, her voice full of frustration. "If I'd known this was the case, I wouldn't have negotiated at all!" "Qin Dashi patted her shoulder and smiled, saying, 'Don't worry—I've already arranged everything. In fact, we had several opportunities a few days ago. We chose not to secretly take you and Aunt Li with us simply to prove to the Lin family that as long as I want to leave, no one can stop me. Otherwise, after we depart, they'd surely harass you and Aunt Li without restraint!' Lin Beauty nodded and said, 'I believe you!' At that moment, a series of swift sword-blade rushing sounds came from outside, indicating that the Lin family had begun setting up their defensive lines. In fact, as early as in the morning, Lin Fenglei had already issued orders to assign dedicated personnel to guard the two access routes, making it impossible not only for people but even for birds to leave. Their current actions merely serve to further demonstrate to Qin Feng that they have the strength to hold anyone here." Lin Jiawei also appeared in the sky, receiving instructions from his elder brother Lin Jiahao. With a proud demeanor, he shouted directly to the courtyard: "Young Qin, if you're wise, kneel before me and bow properly—three respectful bows—and I'll consider wiping out your and my personnel records right now!" He aimed to restore his dignity in front of the clan members, even if Qin Feng bowed to him; he wouldn't easily let him off. "Those dozen or so slaps you took a few days ago didn't seem to have made you more mindful," Qin the young lord calmly stepped out of the room and stood in the courtyard, gazing up at him with a straight face. "If you're still不服, then come down and fight me again—I promise this time I'll beat you so badly your face will look like a pig's!" Lin Jiawei's face flushed red—he truly lacked the confidence to step down and face him single-handedly. If he took another beating, he'd have absolutely no face left. "Boy," the young lord said, "I think you'll still be able to hold your own for much longer. Daring to challenge our entire Lin family? You're already doomed." "He's just being stubborn. Lin Jiahao had instructed him: once the action begins, don't rush too far forward, but make sure the three aren't handed over to Lin Fenglei. All that's needed is to time the moment when you intervene. One of Lin Fenglei's staunch supporters spoke up: "Qin Feng, the Master has given you one final chance. As long as you listen to him, all past grievances can be wiped clean!" Qin, the young lord, scoffed: "Let him give up on that. I, Qin Feng, never yield to anyone—nor does Lin Fenglei. Furthermore, I'd like to make it clear: in five minutes, I'll be leaving with Auntie Zhang and Wei Wei. Expect a clash of swords and knives. If you want to survive, simply clear the way. Otherwise, don't expect any mercy!" Qin Dashi returned to the room, nodded politely to Lin Beauty and Chapter Auntie. Swish... Together, they soared into the small tripod. He then produced a golden court bowl and manifested the mother and daughter figures. Time passed steadily—five minutes soon arrived. Hush... The room door opened again, and the three stepped out calmly and in unison, raising their heads simultaneously to survey the group of people riding on flying swords. The Lin family had expected a fierce battle, yet to their surprise, the three moved with seamless coordination, simply stepping forward toward the outside. Everyone was puzzled—wouldn't they have thought it naive to simply watch them walk out without a fight? Thus, no one rushed to act immediately, but instead waited to see what would unfold. Lin Fenglei stood atop the tallest building. He too was somewhat bewildered, murmuring to himself, "Have these three really not taken the wrong medicine? Do they truly think the Lin family is some place where they can just come and go at will?" "Without his command, no one would move. Of course, this assumes that Qin Feng hasn't taken the initiative himself; if he did, everyone would surely follow. Thus, the three of them walked steadily for several minutes, eventually reaching the main entrance on the eastern side. Suddenly, Qin Feng moved—his primary target was Lin Jiawei. At the same moment, "Lin Caiwei" took a swift step forward, shielding her mother, "Zhang Jie." Lin Jiawei had been well-prepared for combat and had not suffered any setbacks during Qin Da-Shao's surprise attack; their encounter thus ended in a balanced standoff. Immediately, Lin Feng issued the order: "Secure Lin Caiwei and her mother—just ensure they don't escape during the chaos. The rest of the people should take Qin Da-Shao captive!" The clan members carried out the instructions, several of them charging forward to engage Qin Da-Shao in a vigorous exchange of blows. Since the mother-and-daughter pair showed no resistance, there was no concern about them being attacked. Qin Feng was struggling greatly, as he was being attacked by five or six opponents, all of whom were ranked higher than him. Soon, he found himself falling behind. Following the ancient strategy of "retreat when necessary," he shouted to the mother and daughter below, "Wivi, Auntie, I can't hold on much longer. I'll come back and rescue you soon—goodbye for now!" With that, he took off running. Lin Fenglei laughed heartily and ordered everyone to stop pursuing him. "Let him go," he said. "The和尚 can run, but the temple stays. As long as Zhong Jie and her daughter are secure in our hands, what's to stop him from returning? Issue my orders: whenever that young man comes back, he must kneel outside for three full hours—otherwise, the gate shall remain closed."