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131: Black Wind Stronghold takes actionLin Xuan’s voice was hoarse, terrifyingly calm, without a ripple:

This life of mine is that of a cub my uncle picked up from a wolf’s den, nearly frozen to death. It was the Lin Family that gave me a bowl of hot porridge, gave me ragged clothes to keep out the cold, and taught me the method to guide Qi into my body, letting me change from a beast back into a human.

The Grand Elder took me as his disciple, taught me the Cultivation Technique, and bestowed upon me the Medicinal Pill... This kindness, I, Lin Xuan... keep in my heart.

He paused, his tone devoid of any fluctuation, as if stating facts unrelated to himself.

The tip of his long sword slowly rose, pointing far away at Lin Chenghai on the ground.

Lin Chenghai’s turbid old eyes were filled with resentment and anger. He caught his breath and said:

Since you know my kindness is as heavy as a mountain! Since I valued you so much! Why did you kill my grandson? Is it just because of that little brat’s so-called pardon of your sins that you were fooled?

His heart was constantly bleeding and trembling. Right before his eyes, his most valued disciple had killed his most beloved grandson.

Heh... Valued me? Lin Xuan’s voice suddenly turned cold, like ice shards in mid-winter, a rich coldness flashing in his eyes.

Three years ago, in order to curry favor with the Southwest Li Family, even though you knew that the cold iron mine cave controlled by the Liu Family was infested with Ice-Line Snakes and was extremely dangerous, you still forcibly ordered me to lead a team to clear it out. You said this was training, an opportunity for me to perform meritorious service.

His voice carried a trace of uncontrollable trembling for the first time; that was bone-deep hatred:

Just after I returned, covered in wounds and having completed the mission at the cost of my life, I only received a word of praise, not even a single healing Medicinal Pill! That uncle who picked me up from the wolf’s den and gave me life, he risked going into the outskirts of the Black Mountains to gather herbs just to trade for some healing Medicinal Pill for me... In the end... In the end, he encountered a roaming ’Iron-Backed Demon Bear’.

Lin Xuan’s eyes turned red instantly, his fingers gripping the sword hilt turning white from the force. He said, word by word: He dragged his body, with only half left... crawled... crawled back to the village entrance... By the time I saw him... his... his body was already cold. I didn’t even get to see him one last time! Lin Chenghai! My good Master!

With the last three words, he squeezed them out from between his teeth, carrying a bloody accusation.

Do you know? The person I hate most in my heart is you!

Before the words faded, Lin Xuan moved.

His figure was as fast as a ghost. A sharp golden sword light, like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, precisely and ruthlessly pierced into Lin Chenghai’s shoulder blade.

With a puff, blood splattered.

Ah... Rebellious disciple! Rebellious disciple!

Lin Chenghai let out a shrill, distorted scream. His body convulsed violently; the extreme pain and humiliation made him almost faint.

Lin Xuan didn’t even look at Lin Chenghai, whose face was twisted in pain. He flicked his wrist and withdrew the long sword. The blade was still dripping with blood.

He silently walked to the side, sat cross-legged, placed the blood-stained long sword across his knees, and picked up the cloth again, wiping it meticulously, as if that thrilling sword strike had never happened.

Death is inevitable today!

He kept his head down, his voice returning to the calmness of dead water, only his slightly trembling shoulders revealed a trace of the turmoil within:

To be able to take revenge before dying, and to get rid of the label of a sinner. It’s worth it! When I reach the afterlife, when I see my uncle... I will be able to... be able to face him calmly.

He wiped the long sword repeatedly, as if it were his only reliance, his only sustenance.

Clap, clap, clap.

Crisp applause rang out, breaking the suffocating silence.

Lin Jingyu clapped and chuckled, his face showing undisguised approval:

Well done! Lin Xuan, although you don’t have the Lin Family’s Bloodline, you have the Lin Family’s backbone. You are a real man. From now on, you are a direct descendant of the Lin Family, and your uncle’s ashes can enter the ancestral hall.

He didn’t react to anything else, but upon hearing that his uncle’s ashes could be placed in the ancestral hall, Lin Xuan’s expression changed.

For the Lin Family, being buried in the ancestral hall after death and receiving offerings from descendants is a great honor.

When his uncle was alive, he had mentioned it more than once, his words full of envy.

However, to enter the ancestral hall, besides Elders and the Family Head, only ordinary Cultivators who had made contributions could do so.

Lin Xuan stood up and knelt on one knee.

His voice was hoarse:

Thank you! Although the Lin Family cannot escape this disaster today, telling my uncle in the afterlife, he will be happy for a long time.

Then, he walked a few steps to Lin Jingyu’s side, holding his sword to protect him.

You will only die after me.

Lin Lingshan looked at Lin Jingyu, his eyes filled with sincere admiration, gratification, and heartache.

What a good talent. His future achievements would definitely be limitless.

Unfortunately, today the Black Wind Stockade Cultivators were pressing in. The Lin Family was doomed.

He didn’t know why the manager of the Miaoling Pavilion hadn’t arrived yet! If she were here, she could at least ensure Lin Jingyu’s safety.

Lin Jingyu smiled at Lin Xuan to show his approval, then looked around at the remaining direct descendants of the Grand Elder, who were pale and trembling like chaff. Finally, it turned into a long sigh, full of endless emotion and a trace of imperceptible disappointment:

Sigh... I gave you a chance! It seems... the rest of you really don’t know how to cherish it, and aren’t worthy of cherishing it. Very well...

He shook his head gently, as if unloading some unnecessary burden. In this instant, he became the absolute focus of the entire killing field, and even the Fourth Leader of the Black Wind Stockade, Gong Yunyu, seemed to have become the background.

A dead man is still acting all high and mighty, damn it.

Gong Yunyu was finally completely enraged. The death drama he had carefully directed had actually been overshadowed by Lin Jingyu.

This made him feel that his authority had been challenged like never before. A violent, evil fire rushed to the top of his head. He violently shook the twelve-foot silver spear in his hand, and the spear tip tore through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle.

Hum...

A condensed, tangible silver spear light, exuding cold murderous intent, shot out along the ground like a viper coming out of its hole.

Boom!

A foot in front of Jingyu, the hard soil was torn open as if by an invisible giant claw, instantly exploding into a terrifying gully a zhang long and several feet deep.

Soil and gravel splattered. Dust filled the air.

Damn it! I’m tired of playing!

Gong Yunyu’s face was twisted in a grimace, like a demon:

Brothers! It’s time to feast. Chew their bones to pieces for me!

He waved his hand violently, and the bandits of the Black Wind Stockade, who had long been unable to suppress their bloodthirsty desires, had their eyes blazing with fierce light like hyenas smelling blood.

They drew their weapons and Magical Artifacts one after another, the terrifying Spiritual Pressure forming a net of death, about to descend upon the desperate Lin Family members and the isolated Lin Jingyu, Lin Lingshan, and Lin Xuan.

So fierce, it wouldn’t take long before there were no living people left in the Lin Family.

Of course, with the nature of the Black Wind Stockade, they wouldn’t kill so quickly, but would use every means to torture their prey.