?Mobile reading Since the seasoned players were all absent, leaving only a group of junior fish and shrimp, Qin Feng easily gained entry into the Lin family. Eight-zero electronic book He comfortably lay on the grass, gazing at the panoramic view of the Lin family materializing before him. With a mere thought, a shaped-charge projectile designed for tanks shot out from his talisman, then out from the small tripod, landing precisely on the roof of the living room. Boom… A tremendous explosion followed, blasting a hole over three meters in diameter in the roof, shattering furniture and seating inside. Yet he remained unsatisfied—the tank projectile hadn’t even brought down the structure. Clearly, the tank rounds weren’t up to par. Better to use bombs—after all, they were specifically designed for ground targets. Boom, boom, boom… A series of explosions erupted, sending the household into chaos. In fact, even at the very first blast, the guards who had been on duty had already rushed out, their feet gliding across the flying swords, moving like panicked, directionless bees. With one explosion after another, several unfortunate individuals were thrown by the surge of air and landed heavily on the ground. Even more tragic was that no one had yet figured out who had launched the attacks. In no time, dozens of buildings of various sizes were reduced to heaps of rubble. Qin Dashi chuckled quietly while directing Xiao Ding to evacuate the area. The core team, who were supposed to be guarding the household, now found themselves at a loss—after all, their very home had been destroyed. Given their deep understanding of the householder, Lin Fenglei would surely hold them accountable upon his return. One person suddenly had an idea and deliberately injured himself, appearing severely wounded in an effort to evade blame. Others quickly followed suit, and soon the rubble piles echoed with cries of distress, as if the scene were genuine. While having dinner, he narrated to the two the extent of damage inflicted upon the Lin family, and both mother and daughter felt deeply satisfied. Especially Zhang Jie, her face filled with resentment toward the Lin family, exclaimed, "They deserve this—they should also experience the feeling of being homeless!" Lin Beauty agreed, saying, "Exactly—wrongdoers should suffer such punishment!" The meal was a pleasant one, and after finishing, Zhang Jie politely declined the offer to help clean up together, urging them to rest early. Inside the room, a fierce battle was underway. Clothes lay scattered on the floor, the redwood bed creaked with every movement, and two naked bodies entwined in each other. Qin, the younger son, fought vigorously, while Lin Beauty yielded gracefully, their combined sounds forming a unique melody. Repeatedly reaching the peak, Lin Beauty clung to him tightly like an octopus, calling out passionately. Fortunately, the inn had many rooms, and Zhang Jie had特意 chosen the one farthest from the others. Yet, her daughter's high-pitched cries still filtered through the successive walls and reached her ears. After a long while of fussing, the rain finally ceased. Lin Nü, exhausted, felt her body as soft and limply as if it had lost all its bones, curled up in Qin Feng's arms. With a tone full of hesitation, she asked, "Feng-gong, won't Lin Fenglei, out of embarrassment and frustration, take action against his sisters at home?" Qin, the young nobleman, spoke with great confidence: "He won't dare. Though Huihui and Jingjing and the others have also become cultivators, they still live within the mundane world. If Lin Fenglei dares to defy the established order and attack ordinary people, he would face united opposition from the cultivation circles, and I can guarantee that both he and the entire Lin family would have no place to rest their final days." He had already decided that, should Lin Fenglei dare to act, he would offer the entire set of alchemical techniques as a reward, thus prompting other sects to launch a joint campaign against the Lin family. It's often said that "a well-rewarded task inspires courage"—a truth equally applicable in the realm of cultivation. After all, a cultivation technique with a 100% success rate would drive every cultivator to frenzy. There are also the women who served as outlets for marital desires and bearers of the next generation—most of them have now become cold, lifeless corpses. It's not that Qin Dashi is particularly cruel; these women were already listed as missing, essentially non-existent from the start. When they died, it was hardly anything to lament. In fact, strictly speaking, they were also complicit in the downfall, for without their efforts, how could the Lin family have reached its current state? With the family destroyed, Lin Fenglei felt as though the spiritual energy within him had been instantly drained—this had been his carefully cultivated stronghold for several decades. Who, then, could be so merciless? He first suspected Qin Feng. A sharp-eyed junior member noticed Lin Fenglei trembling in the air and shouted, "The Master has returned! The Master will now stand up for us!" With renewed strength, he flew over and demanded, "What has happened? Who is responsible?" "He replied, 'We don't know! The bomb fell from the sky. We've made several intense efforts to find the culprit, but we've achieved nothing!' 'What? You don't even know who did it? Then what are you doing?' The old man was so angry he wanted to give him a slap, but seeing the other person's pale, defeated appearance, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Another younger member stepped forward and said, 'Master, we've done our best, but the opponent was simply too strong and well-hidden. Moreover, if it weren't for our relentless assaults, none of us would have sustained such severe injuries!' Lin Fenglei gritted his teeth and asked, 'In your opinion, could it have been Qin Feng?' Just as one of the younger members was about to nod, the other immediately countered, 'It's unlikely. Qin Feng's capabilities are limited—he wouldn't dare come to the Lin family to cause trouble.'" "Another immediately agreed, saying: 'I don't think he's that impressive. If it were him, we'd definitely have the strength to stand against him. Though he's a master at the stage of Transformation, as members of the Lin family, we're not afraid!' These people, eager to shift the blame, have elevated the killer to the status of an absolute master, demonstrating that their resistance was merely negligible—because the two parties simply weren't on the same level. Lin Fenglei, visibly shaken, asked, 'Where is Lin Jiahou? Didn't he always stay at home?' Someone replied cautiously, 'Shortly after you left, Uncle Wu also departed, saying he wanted to lend you his support.'