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130: Lin XuanAfter hearing Liu Chengcai’s hysterical confession, Lin Jingyu blinked exaggeratedly, his face full of disbelief!

He immediately switched to an expression of sudden realization mixed with deep heartache, slamming his chest as his voice filled with the indignation of being ”betrayed”:

”Ah! So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is!

Our Lin Family is loyal and sincere! And you, the Liu Family, actually had such intentions; you are truly inhuman!”

Then, he whipped his head around, glaring coldly at Lin Chenghai, and shouted accusingly:

”Lin Chenghai! You old dog! You black-hearted old beast! You actually intended to package up and sell the entire Lin Family. You’d even crush all our bones to boil oil for your lamps.”

He then pointed at the group of Lin Family disciples who had originally crowded around the Grand Elder Lin Chenghai, his voice sounding like a cuckoo weeping blood, filled with accusation:

”And you? You are also members of the Lin Family, yet you aid the tyrant? If the Lin Family is gone, what benefits can you monkeys possibly hope to gain? Will you get half a mu of Spirit Field, or will you get a single Spirit Stone?”

Those people, upon being pointed at, all turned ashen-faced, lowering their heads in shame, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

How could they not know? But under the Grand Elder’s long-standing authority and the immense pressure brought by the Liu Family, who dared to resist? Who dared to speak up? Silence was their unspoken proof of guilt.

”You all! You are all sinners of the Lin Family!”

Lin Jingyu’s voice was like a cold judge’s gavel, striking heavily, branding them with shame.

Lin Lingshan stood to the side; although he did not understand why Lin Jingyu was still fixated on ”internal Family reckoning” at this critical moment of annihilation.

Yet he just nodded silently and firmly. This child must have a profound plan; he trusted him unconditionally.

”What are you! Just because you say we are guilty, we are guilty? Bah! You jinx! You bringer of bad luck! All this disaster was brought by you.”

A voice filled with resentment, sharp and shrill like a night owl, suddenly rang out.

It was the Grand Elder Lin Chenghai’s grandson, Lin Jing Hong. He jerked his head up, his once decent face completely twisted and distorted by extreme resentment and fear. His eyes were bloodshot, glaring fixedly at Lin Jingyu as if he wanted to devour him alive:

”If it weren’t for you, this jinx, bringing the lords of the Black Wind Stockade here for revenge, would the Lin Family have ended up like this? You don’t have Spirit Stones to pay the debt? Can’t you sell the Spirit Fields? Can’t you sell the house? Can’t you sell your sister to a brothel?

You are the root of the disaster! It is all because of you that the Lin Family has faced such a catastrophe! You deserve to die, you deserve to die a thousand times!”

He hated Lin Jingyu to the core.

Grandfather Lin Chenghai had promised to bring him into the cultivation chamber.

At that time, he would have been able to easily step into the Qi Refining Fourth Layer, and in the future, even reach the Late Stage Qi Refining.

All of this had vanished into thin air because of this youth with a smile hanging on the corner of his mouth before him.

Facing this vicious curse and hysterical accusation, Lin Jingyu instead revealed a cold smile. He shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with pity and impatience for an idiot:

”Idiot, you’re so stupid it shows on your face. You really are cut from the same cloth as your old dog grandfather; your Family’s brains must have been kicked by a donkey.

I reckon some blind Yao Beast mated with your great-grandmother to produce a mongrel, which is why your whole nest of brainless things was born.

If you had even a shred of a brain, you would know that the Black Wind Stockade coming to the Lin Family was the doing of that beast, the Third Elder Lin Chengyuan.

You insist on pinning the blame on me; you’re hopeless.”

He pointed nonchalantly at the crazed Lin Jing Hong, his voice suddenly becoming icy and bone-chilling, like a judgment from the Nine Nether Hell: ”You few...”

His gaze swept over the few confidants of the Grand Elder standing beside Lin Jing Hong, whose faces were also changing uncertainly: ”... Cripple this sinner of the Family. Then, each of you go up and stab a hole right through this old dog Lin Chenghai.

As long as you do this, I guarantee in the name of the Clan Chief that the Family will pardon your previous foolish sins. I will give you a way to live.”

After speaking, a cold glint flashed through his eyes!

This was his last mercy, and also an ultimatum.

The Lin Family’s Cultivators were already dwindling; if these people could turn back from the wrong path, they could barely be considered usable soldiers.

But if they remained obstinate... then he couldn’t be blamed for being ruthless.

”Hahaha... A joke, a huge joke! The Lin Family is about to be annihilated, not even a chicken or dog left. You, a piece of trash at the Qi Refining Third Layer, are still here acting like a big shot and giving orders?

You really think you are the Young Clan Leader. Bah. Dreaming even when death is imminent.”

Lin Jing Hong seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing crazily, pointing at Lin Jingyu’s nose and cursing loudly:

”Come, come... let this master see what abilities you have, you jinx. How you will cripple me...” The second half of his word ”cripple” was stuck in his throat forever.

Puchi.

A soft sound, like a ripe melon being pierced.

Lin Jing Hong’s crazy clamoring came to an abrupt end.

The wild laughter on his face froze instantly, replaced by extreme astonishment and unbelievable, intense pain.

He looked down suddenly, and a sharp sword tip, glittering with a cold golden light, was protruding from his chest right at the heart, carrying hot blood droplets.

Blood, like a small fountain, instantly stained his luxurious robes red. He opened his mouth wide, making a ”hoo-hoo” wheezing sound in his throat, and struggled to turn his head bit by bit, wanting to see the true face of the sneak attacker behind him.

”You... you... Lin Xuan... you...”

His eyes were filled with incomprehensible shock and resentment.

He could never have imagined that at this desperate moment when the Lin Family was about to collapse, at a moment when he thought everyone should be despairing and waiting for death or scrambling to defect to the enemy.

The first one to deal him a fatal blow was not a bandit from the Black Wind Stockade, nor one of Lin Jingyu’s people, but rather his grandfather the Grand Elder’s most trusted and valued Personal Disciple, that young man who was usually taciturn.

Lin Xuan had a dark complexion, was unremarkable in appearance, and had a dark red birthmark an inch long on his neck, his whole person as unyielding as a stone.

He was only twenty-six years old and already a Cultivator at the Peak of the Qi Refining Fourth Layer.

His self-created ”Hidden Spirit Sword” technique was incredibly tricky.

It could directly injure an opponent without triggering their protective Magical Artifact.

He was expressionless, as if he had just done an insignificant trifle.

His wrist pulled back steadily, cleanly withdrawing the long sword from Lin Jing Hong’s back. Hot blood flowed down the blade, dripping onto the yellow earth, blooming into eye-catching bloodstains.

He didn’t even look at Lin Jing Hong, who had collapsed to the ground like a broken sack, his body still convulsing and his eyes rapidly turning gray; he just took out a piece of plain white cloth and methodically wiped the blood off the blade.

His movements were slow and careful, as if he were completing some kind of ritual.

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only Lin Jing Hong’s dying ”hoo-hoo” sounds and the faint sound of Lin Xuan wiping the blade.