Dual Cultivator Reborn [System In The Cultivation World] Chapter 1013: what did you do to her family

A mysterious figure entered the inn, accompanied by three beautiful women. Every person inside the inn immediately knelt, overwhelmed by fear. All eyes were cast down as the man strode past, completely ignoring the terrified patrons.

Lucine was utterly bewildered, clueless as to why such a scene was unfolding or why everyone was acting this way. Meanwhile, Yohan quietly observed the man who was approaching his table.

Shortly after, the enigmatic individual stopped directly at the table where Yohan and Lucine were seated. Their eyes met; initially calm, the man's expression swiftly contorted into rage.

"You fucking bastard, why aren't you kneeling? Don't you know this table is mine?" the man demanded arrogantly, regarding Yohan as if he were mere vermin. Lucine's expression shifted drastically upon hearing the young man's words; a flicker of killing intent ignited in his eyes. However, before he could make a move, he glanced towards Yohan, only to find him surprisingly calm and collected.

"Who the fuck are you? Are you deaf or something?" the young man inquired, his voice chilling. The women trailing behind him exchanged fearful glances, their gazes shifting to Yohan with a sense of pity.

Yohan finally let out an exasperated sigh, annoyed by the unfolding events that had disrupted his mood. This unknown brat, likely an insignificant young master from some forgotten clan, had spoiled his day. Yohan had merely wished for a few drinks and a conversation with Lucine, especially given the palpable unease radiating from him.

"My lord, please show mercy! It wasn't my fault; I asked him to leave the table, but he refused. Please spare my life! I have nothing to do with his insolence!" Before Yohan could react, the innkeeper, an old man, suddenly moved, grabbing the young man's leg and begging for his life. He even began cursing Yohan for offending his 'lord'.

The young man's already displeased expression darkened further upon hearing the old man's desperate pleas and angry accusations. With a swift kick, he sent the innkeeper sprawling several meters away, his scowl never wavering.

At this moment, some patrons in the inn contemplated escape, gripped by fear. Others felt utterly helpless. Those who attempted to flee were immediately halted as the entrance was blockaded by men clad in silver armor. It was then that Yohan finally noticed something, a look of surprise crossing his face. Lucine perceived it too. At that instant, the mysterious man bellowed at the top of his lungs, directing his gaze towards the entrance.

"If anyone dares to leave this place, simply sever their fucking heads and feed their remains to the pigs; this young master is thoroughly displeased!"

"Yes, Young Master, it will be my pleasure!" one of the tallest and most imposing men in the silver-clad armor of the Lin clan shouted, his voice laced with menace as he licked his longsword. The would-be escapees sank into despair, too terrified to even consider moving.

Yohan clutched his head, utterly dismayed by the turn of events. This was precisely the last thing he had wanted to happen.

"This is incredibly stupid... I should have remained at the clan," Yohan muttered under his breath, regretting his decision to come here for a simple drink. Lucine offered a wry smile, observing the dejected expression on Yohan's face. He also felt a twinge of annoyance at the sight of an imposter masquerading as Yohan, the Young Master of the Lin clan. To add insult to injury, this charlatan was a handsome young man, around Yohan's age, who had managed to hire some thugs and procure perfect replicas of the Lin clan's armor.

After a short while, Yohan took a deep breath and looked at the young man still fuming with rage over being ignored. "So, you are that notorious Young Master of the Lin clan, Yohan Lin?" Yohan inquired casually. The instant these words left Yohan's lips, a malicious grin spread across the young man's face; he finally felt acknowledged and a surge of superiority coursed through him. He slightly lowered himself, meeting Yohan's gaze.

"Now that you know who the fuck I am, get on your knees and start begging for your life, you little bitch!" he declared with arrogance. Lucine clenched his fists but knew he could do nothing unless Yohan permitted it.

"I have one question!" Yohan whispered, his gaze unwavering.

"Huh... a question for me?"

The young man appeared genuinely confused by the response. Typically, upon learning his identity, people would break into a cold sweat and prostrate themselves, begging for their lives. Yet, for the first time, he encountered someone who exuded a distinctly different aura. He bared his teeth.

"You scoundrel, have you truly lost your mind? Not only did you dare to occupy my seat, but you also had the audacity to look down on me. From the very beginning, your handsome face and that noble demeanor have irked me. You are finished... completely finished," the man roared, deciding to make an example of Yohan to deter anyone else from showing such disrespect. The onlookers could only cast sympathetic yet angry glances in Yohan's direction; after all, he was the one who had placed their lives in jeopardy. They too might perish because of this stranger who appeared out of nowhere and had the misfortune of offending the infamous Young Master Yohan, a notorious figure who had recently extinguished several prominent individuals in the region.

"Lord Yohan, I implore you, show mercy and spare his life! Judging by his appearance, that individual seems to be a foreigner; he likely has no comprehension of who you are...!" one of the women accompanying the young man pleaded, her voice quivering. She felt a pang of pity for Yohan and wished to intervene; the other two shared her sentiment, though they were too paralyzed by fear to utter a word.

"What did you just say?" The man craned his neck, fixing his intimidating gaze upon the woman. Faced with his terrifying stare, the woman involuntarily took a few steps back, the other two following suit. Beads of cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.

"I... I merely..." the woman stammered, but the words caught in her throat; the other two also felt a surge of terror as they witnessed the man's mounting rage.

"You damned ungrateful wench, you dare to defend a lunatic who insulted me? Do you believe I am a benevolent soul? Have you conveniently forgotten what fate befell your family at my hands?" the man bellowed, his eyes locked onto the woman. Her expression instantly darkened upon hearing his words.

"You ungrateful cur! Allow me to teach you a lesson, you little tramp..." The man prepared to lunge and deliver a blow to the woman who had attempted to defend Yohan, but before he could advance even a single step, an unforeseen event transpired.

The man froze, consumed by dread, as an overwhelming killing intent emanated from behind him. Simultaneously, he felt an unyielding grip seize his neck.

"What exactly did you do to her family?"