Cultivation Begins with Daily Intelligence Reports

191: Shocking ChangeLin Jingyu’s gaze swept over the large expanse of spirit fields urgently awaiting nourishment, and he calmly analyzed and planned.

”The most urgent task is to concentrate our strength and prioritize securing the core spirit fields—those belonging to the Family that have the best quality, the thickest Foundation, and the greatest potential.

We must supply the spirit fields located within the Great Array.

Let them increase production as quickly as possible, generate tangible benefits, feed back into the Family, and accumulate resources.

The spirit fields outside the Great Array must not be used temporarily; we must maintain strict secrecy!”

”I understand! Don’t worry, this matter concerns the long-term livelihood of the entire clan. I know the priorities and urgency!”

Lin Lingshan nodded heavily, quickly calming down from his ecstasy and regaining the composure and decisiveness befitting a Family Head. His gaze became sharp and methodical.

”Ling Kuang!”

”Present! Family Head!” Lin Lingkuang immediately puffed out his chest and responded. His face was flushed red with excitement, but his eyes were extremely serious.

”You will personally be in charge! Select absolutely trustworthy people who are quick-handed, meticulous, and tight-lipped to form the ’Fertilizing Team’! Lin Xuan, Lin Xiaohu... you few will be the core!”

”Strictly follow Jingyu’s requirements, meticulously completing every step: mixing, fermentation, and application.

The amount of powder used in each jar, the amount used on each mu of field, and the effect must all be registered in detail, establishing strict rules.

Anyone who dares to waste even a shred, or dares to feign compliance while being deceitful or lazy, will be dealt with severely by Family law without exception!”

Lin Lingshan’s voice was decisive and filled with unquestionable authority. His gaze swept over the named individuals, carrying deep trust and warning.

”Yes! Family Head, rest assured! Jingyu, rest assured! I, Lin Lingkuang, stake my head on it—there will be no mistakes! I will certainly use this miraculous fertilizer where it is most needed!”

Lin Lingkuang pounded his chest loudly, his eyes shining with profound seriousness and a sense of mission.

Lin Xuan and the others also straightened their backs, their expressions solemn, nodding heavily, feeling the weight of the great responsibility on their shoulders.

Soon, a special ”Fertilizing Team” was officially established.

As if accepting a sacred mission, they began carefully transporting and processing the mixed spirit fertilizer with immense excitement and reverence.

Once fermentation was complete, the fertilizer would be applied to every plot of land according to plan.

Lin Jingyu stood high on the field ridge, the morning breeze whipping his slightly oversized gray cloth robes, causing them to flap loudly.

He looked at the land before him, full of vitality and vigor, and at the sincere, brilliant smiles on the faces of the clansmen, smiles that seemed to dispel all gloom.

He looked at Lin Family Village in the distance, safely enveloped by the soft, stable light screen of the ”Water Wood Flowing Cloud Array,” presenting a scene of peace and prosperity.

His heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and calm, along with a feeling of groundedness, as if rooted in the soil.

Under his guidance, the Family was steadily climbing out of the mire, accumulating strength, and moving toward a future full of hope.

The success of this ”multi-spirit powder” was not just hope for increased spirit field production; it had completely unified the hearts of the clansmen.

However, beneath this peace, joy, and hope, Lin Jingyu’s gaze occasionally swept over the distant, cloud-shrouded, deeply outlined Black Mountain Range, and a hint of imperceptible gravity and sharpness flashed deep within his eyes.

The threat of the Black Wind Stockade was like a sword hanging overhead; until it fell, it would never disappear.

This tightrope walk had temporarily scared them off, but ultimately, hidden dangers remained.

Only by completely destroying them could he truly feel at ease.

And the poisonous malice of the Liu Family would certainly not dissipate because of one setback; it would only lurk like a venomous snake, awaiting its opportunity.

The current peace and prosperity required greater strength to protect, and the vigilance of preparing for a rainy day.

”Accumulate strength, advance steadily, and never relax for a moment...”

Lin Jingyu returned to the Cultivation Chamber to continue working hard on his practice.

He kept calculating in his heart that in a few more days, it would be the date of the Pill Refining Grand Competition held in the Southeast Market Town.

At that time, Miaoling Pavilion would shock everyone and seize first place.

Going against the current, they would directly crush Daling Pavilion.

His investment would yield unimaginable returns.

The noise and excitement in front of the Ancestral Hall had not completely faded, and the faces of the Lin Family Clansmen were still beaming with anticipation for the ”multi-spirit powder” and a beautiful future life.

However, this brief tranquility and joy did not last long.

In the direction of the village entrance, the pale green light screen of the protective Great Array rippled gently like water.

Immediately following that, a series of hurried and panicked shouts, disorderly footsteps, and the sharp clatter of weapons—like ice water poured into boiling oil—instantly shattered the peace of Lin Family Village.

”Someone! Quick, someone come!”

”It’s Uncle Lingxi! Uncle Lingxi is back! Quick... save him!”

”Damn it! Who did this?”

Cries of alarm, angry curses, mixed with the terrified sobbing of women, swept in from the village entrance like a sudden storm, instantly seizing the hearts of all the Lin Family members who heard the sound.

Lin Jingyu, who was discussing the subsequent distribution of spirit fertilizer and the details of spirit field rotation with Lin Lingshan in the ancestral hall’s side chamber, suddenly knitted his brow tight.

He and Lin Lingshan exchanged glances, both seeing seriousness and a hint of ominous premonition in the other’s eyes. The two rose almost simultaneously, and with a flash of movement, they swept out the hall door and hurried toward the source of the commotion.

In the Ancestral Hall square, the crowd that had not yet dispersed automatically parted to form a path.

Several patrolling guards were seen clumsily and carefully carrying a bloody figure, staggering as they ran toward the Ancestral Hall.

The person’s clothes were utterly shredded, soaked through with a large amount of dark red blood that had not yet fully coagulated, sticking to their body, making the original color almost unrecognizable.

Several bone-deep wounds were hideously turned outwards, the flesh exposed, still oozing blood profusely.

Most horrifying was one of his arms, twisted at an extremely unnatural and strange angle, clearly broken by someone using immense force.

His face was deathly pale like gold leaf, his lips cracked and bloodless, his eyes tightly shut, and his breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, seeming ready to extinguish at any moment.

”Lingxi! It’s Lin Lingxi!”

Lin Lingshan recognized the person instantly, his tiger eyes turning bloodshot. He shot forward, half-knelt on the ground, his large, palm-fan-like hands trembling, yet he dared not easily touch the wounds covering the body.

He cautiously probed with a wisp of spiritual energy, and the moment it entered Lin Lingxi’s body, his expression suddenly darkened, becoming extremely grim.

”What vicious methods!”

Lin Lingshan’s voice was hoarse and low, suppressed by extreme rage, roaring like a wounded beast:

”It’s not just external injuries! His internal organs were severely shaken by fierce spiritual power, his Meridians are damaged in multiple places, and his spiritual energy is almost completely depleted! They were aiming to kill! They didn’t leave him any path to survival.

Now his entire Foundation has been ruined. Even if his injuries are healed, he will only become a cripple incapable of Cultivating.”

Hearing this, the surrounding clansmen all gasped, the color draining from their faces, their eyes filled with terror and towering rage.

Lin Lingxi had always been well-liked in the clan; he was honest and simple, responsible for tending to the Family’s several medicinal gardens. Normally taciturn, he only knew how to bury himself in work and had never made enemies.

Who was it? Who dared to strike such a vicious blow?