Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically-Chapter 143: The Incomprehensible Yuan Yin

"You all really have some nerve. Do you know where you are?"

The middle-aged man’s demeanor was extraordinary, fully displaying the aura of someone in power, his eyes exceedingly sharp and intimidating:

"My Yuan Family’s students and old retainers are spread across the world! You’ve offended my family, and in this world, you will certainly face insurmountable obstacles! You should consider the consequences, think twice, and stop provoking us!"

He pointed outward:

"Leave here now, and I can overlook everything. Otherwise, you’ll be responsible for the consequences."

He seemed to fear that Ding Ling wouldn’t believe him:

"Everyone knows the reputation of me, Yuan Yin. No one dares defy my words. If you heed my advice now, you can avoid death. After that, it’ll be hard to say."

Yuan Yin, a figure from the late Eastern Han Dynasty, is said to be the son of Yuan Kui, a cousin of Yuan Shu.

In the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms," he is the nephew of Yuan Shu.

But looking at the current situation, Yuan Yin should be Yuan Shu’s cousin.

Thinking further, this world only references the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" for inspiration.

Ding Ling was relieved.

It goes without saying that this world is certainly not a direct reproduction of the world view and character settings of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

But it’s merely somewhat similar to the world of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

"Are you still not leaving?"

Yuan Yin shouted sternly:

"Do you really want to become mortal enemies with my Yuan Family?"

Diao Chan’s heart tightened, and the Fish Guts Sword in her sleeve was already gripped in her hand.

If Ding Ling proves unreliable, she could only fight her way in, risking her life to take Du Qingcheng away!

She could never give up on Du Qingcheng!

She knew very clearly.

If Ding Ling truly backed down. Yuan Yao, knowing all this, would definitely torture Du Qingcheng to death!

That is something she cannot accept!

"Alas."

Ding Ling came to his senses and sighed, shooting a curious glance at Yuan Yin.

This man’s demeanor was highly remarkable.

How could he be so foolish?!

Even he, Ding Ling, dared to kidnap Yuan Yao and had thoroughly offended the Yuan Family, was there any room for reconciliation?

Moreover, how could Yuan Yin compare with Yuan Shu?

Was he so used to being high and mighty and giving orders that he thought his generosity would surely earn him others’ gratitude and admiration?

Specifically how.

Ding Ling couldn’t be certain, and he was too lazy to deal with Yuan Yin, so he directly drew the Giant Que Sword, gently nudging the stomach of the Ferghana Horse.

Neigh!

The Ferghana Horse was extremely intelligent, and with one sprint, it was already beside Yuan Yao.

Ding Ling wielded the Giant Que Sword, delivering a few casual slashes, as if the Human Emperor were hacking at corrupt officials, and a magnificent sword light flashed in the mortal realm, faintly revealing the Human Emperor Pattern in the void. With a booming sound, the Giant Que Sword struck several nearby officers, instantly slicing them out of sight. In the shock and astonishment of Yuan Yin, Ding Ling’s sword tip was already at his throat.

Ding Ling looked down on him, smiling slightly:

"Yuan Yin, is it? We would be obliged if you could come with us."

"You, you, how dare you?"

Yuan Yin trembled, staring in disbelief:

"I’m a direct descendant of the Four Generations of the Three Ministers! Don’t you value your life?"

"So much nonsense."

Ding Ling tapped the sword’s dull edge on Yuan Yin’s face, making a crisp slapping sound:

"Of all the so-called big shots I’ve met along the way, you’re the stupidest! If you keep chattering, I might just kill you, do you believe that?"

Instantly, Yuan Yin felt baffled, like a scholar encountering a soldier with his logic failing him, stammering ’I, I’ without being able to articulate a thing.

In contrast, being glared at by Ding Ling almost made him stumble backward in fright.

He regretted it repeatedly.

He realized that he had underestimated the situation and overestimated his influence.

Usually, people around him fawned over him due to the immense influence of the Yuan Family, resulting in a very comfortable lifestyle for Yuan Yin, akin to those ignorant of the masses’ struggles and sufferings.

He couldn’t truly understand the struggles and miseries of the lower classes, and he naturally couldn’t empathize.

He even believed that his favors would earn others’ loyalty. After all, this tactic had never failed him before.

And now, saying he could overlook past grievances, he thought he was being exceptionally magnanimous.

In the past, if there were bandits like this.

They certainly wouldn’t dare kidnap a member of the Yuan Family, risking thoroughly offending them!

But now he seemed to have encountered a rude and foolish ’bandit’!

Yuan Yin followed alongside Yuan Yao, trembling, often glancing at Ding Ling with apparent bewilderment and disdain in his eyes.

He scorned Ding Ling for his foolishness.

Ding Ling also found Yuan Yin’s actions utterly ridiculous! Truly a real fool!

This was practically giving them a free hand!

Where could you find such ’kind-hearted’ people?!

He refrained from killing Yuan Yin for now, merely having him and Yuan Yao follow Diao Chan to lead the way.

Zhao Yun observed the two from the side.

Ding Ling, holding the Giant Que Sword, followed closely behind.

Diao Chan cast a glance brimming with emotion at Ding Ling, loosening her grip on the Fish Guts Sword, further elevating her trust in Ding Ling.

In circumstances like this, where he unhesitatingly chose to side with her, Ding Ling proved himself trustworthy!

...

With Yuan Yin and Yuan Yao breaking the trail.

There was no one left daring enough to obstruct them.

The way Yuan Yao looked at Yuan Yin was quite peculiar, making it hard to discern if he was mocking his uncle’s foolishness.

At first, Yuan Yin didn’t realize it, but as he came to understand, he couldn’t help feeling humiliated and furious.

Praised as exceedingly smart, yet today he found himself here, due to ’arrogance’ and ’pride,’ being ’robbed’ by some crude and foolish buffoons—truly a blunder!

"Here it is."

Diao Chan pointed to a courtyard ahead.

This courtyard was located in the deepest, most secluded part of the Yuan Mansion.

They walked in and glanced around.

Wild grass abounded, cockroaches scurried everywhere, and occasionally a few mice dashed across squeaking.

Looming not far from the courtyard was a latrine.

Ding Ling understood.

This must have previously been the servants’ quarters, now abandoned and left unmaintained, rendering it so desolate.

The courtyard was arranged in the style of a traditional Chinese quadrangle.

Diao Chan walked in front of one of the rooms on the left, pulling a key from her sleeve. With a series of creaks, she unlocked the door, discarded the lock, and pushed the door open.

A musty, rotten smell assaulted their noses.

Ding Ling focused his gaze inside.

The room was simply furnished, with only a table and a bed.

A pair of bowls and chopsticks lay on the table.

On the bed lay a person.

Upon closer inspection.

The person’s face was deathly pale, her breathing weak, eyes tightly shut, her chest rarely rising and falling, resembling a sleeping beauty near death.

"Is she Du Qingcheng?"

Ding Ling was puzzled.

Although this person was very beautiful, with an oval face, well-proportioned features, and a unique charm about her, she was a quintessential Eastern classical beauty.

But she wasn’t as extraordinarily beautiful as Diao Chan had described.

"That’s right."

Diao Chan nodded, her eyes misty with unshed tears:

"She is my sister, my only kin."

As if understanding Ding Ling’s thoughts, she explained:

"She is now in a near-death state, with her powers restrained, so you feel she is beautiful, but not breathtakingly so."