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193: Lin Lingshan was humiliated”Blood debts must naturally be paid with blood.”

Lin Jingyu’s voice remained steady, yet it carried a chilling, iron-blooded intent.

”But revenge isn’t just about charging straight to the opponent’s mountain gate with a blade. Acting recklessly plays right into their hands.”

His gaze sharpened as he looked at Lin Lingshan:

”The Zhong Family’s strength is only greater than, not less than, the Liu Family’s. They have at least six or seven Late Stage Qi Refining Cultivators, and their Clan Chief is a figure at the Peak of Ninth Level Qi Refining.

If we directly attack them, it would be akin to striking a stone with an egg, giving them a perfect excuse to ally with the Liu Family and completely eradicate us.

Most importantly, our Lin Family doesn’t have any Foundation Establishment Senior protecting us!”

Upon hearing this, Lin Lingshan felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him. His furious rage slightly subsided, but the flames in his eyes burned even more fiercely and unwillingly:

”Then what do you suggest? Should we just watch Lingxi get beaten for nothing? I can’t swallow this insult! The Lin Family can’t swallow it either!”

”Naturally, she won’t be beaten for nothing.”

Lin Jingyu’s lips curved into an extremely cold arc. There was no warmth in that smile, only calculation and sharpness.

”Zhong Peng dares to be so arrogant simply because he relies on his Family’s power, believing that our Lin Family wouldn’t dare retaliate and would have to suffer this injustice in silence.”

”We need to demand an explanation, but we cannot give them an excuse to escalate into a Family war. Uncle Lingshan, you lead a few people and go to the Zhong Family openly, under the guise of ’visiting a Family member mistakenly injured by the Zhong Family and inquiring about the reason’!”

Lin Lingshan was stunned: ”Visit? Inquire about the reason? This...”

”Exactly!”

A flash of wisdom gleamed in Lin Jingyu’s eyes.

”We are in the right! The Zhong Family ambushed and robbed first! We’re not going there to fight, we’re going to reason! To question! Let’s see how their Zhong Family responds!”

”If they are willing to back down, compensate, and hand over the culprits, we will temporarily let the matter rest and happily recuperate and gather strength. But if they...”

Lin Jingyu paused, his tone abruptly turning cold, like a chilling winter wind:

”If they remain arrogant and overbearing, or even resort to violence and humiliation again... then it will be their Zhong Family bringing shame upon themselves, handing us the hilt of the blade.”

”At that time, if we strike, it will be a forced counterattack to uphold our Family’s dignity!”

Although he was just a small Qi Refining Mid-Stage Cultivator, he had previously refined a Supreme-grade Pure Heart Pill in the market.

His status was no less than that of veteran Alchemists like Gu Yue.

With just a promise from him, many Late Stage Qi Refining, or even Ninth Layer of Qi Refining Cultivators, would come to help.

Lin Lingshan’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he instantly understood Lin Jingyu’s intention. This was an open scheme: first courtesy, then force, firmly grasping the moral high ground.

Although he didn’t quite understand what good it would do.

After all, in the cultivation world, fists still did the talking.

But he still chose to obey.

”Good! I’ll listen to you!”

Lin Lingshan nodded heavily, forcibly suppressing the urge to immediately attack the Zhong Family, then turned and shouted sternly:

”Lin Lingkuang! Lin Dashan! Lin Xiaohu! The three of you will come with me to the Zhong Family. Everyone else, guard the village strictly and activate the grand formation for alert!”

”Yes! Clan Chief!” The named individuals roared their assent, their eyes burning with Battle Intent and fury.

A team composed of Lin Family members, carrying immense anger and grievance, yet forcibly suppressing it into a facade of ’going to reason,’ hastened towards the Zhong Family’s location.

Lin Jingyu stood rooted, watching their departing figures, his gaze profound.

He waved his hand, dismissing the others, and personally settled Lin Lingxi in the quiet room of the ancestral hall’s side hall, continuing to treat her injuries with spiritual power and Medicinal Pills.

However, he knew that with Zhong Peng’s arrogant and overbearing nature, and Liu Chengcai’s instigation from behind,

how could the Zhong Family apologize and back down?

But, it didn’t matter!

If you don’t back down, he’d beat you until you did!

The setting sun gradually descended to the west, painting the clouds at the horizon a tragically beautiful blood-red, as if foretelling ill omens.

In the ancestral hall square, many clansmen had not left but gathered in small groups, anxiously awaiting news.

A suffocating silence permeated the air, broken only by occasional whispers and sighs.

Lin Jingyu stood quietly under the eaves of the ancestral hall, his shadow stretched long, his expression calm.

Suddenly, the light barrier of the grand protective formation at the village entrance fluctuated violently again.

Immediately after, heavy footsteps, suppressed with anger, and rough gasps could be heard.

Everyone instantly looked up, their hearts in their throats.

Lin Lingkuang and his group had returned. However, the team that had left with anger but in orderly fashion now appeared disheveled.

Almost everyone had injuries, though they were only minor flesh wounds. Their robes were torn and covered in dust, and their faces bore humiliated indignation and unvented frustration.

Lin Lingkuang had a clear bruise on his face, his lip was split, and traces of blood remained.

Lin Dashan’s arm hung unnaturally, clearly having suffered some shock.

Most alarming was Clan Chief Lin Lingshan!

He walked at the very front, his face terrifyingly ashen, as if it could drip water. His teeth were clenched, his cheeks puffed out, clearly on the verge of extreme rage.

The front of his robe was ripped open, revealing his bronze chest, on which a clear, slightly reddened palm print was prominently displayed.

Although it hadn’t caused serious internal injuries, it was undoubtedly a great humiliation.

And his tightly clenched fists, knuckles white from exertion, trembled slightly, as if they would unleash destructive power at any moment.

”Ling Kuang!”

”Clan Chief!”

”What happened to you all?”

The remaining clansmen immediately surrounded them, asking questions all at once, their voices filled with astonishment and even greater anger.

Lin Lingshan abruptly waved his hand, stopping their inquiries. His chest heaved violently a few times, then he fiercely looked at Lin Jingyu, who had walked over upon hearing the commotion.

His voice, hoarse and low from extreme rage, seemed to be squeezed from deep within his throat:

”Jingyu... you were right! The Zhong Family... those bastards! There’s no reasoning with them at all!”

He almost gnashed his teeth as he recounted his experience at the Zhong Family, word by word:

Their group arrived at the gates of Zhong Family Fortress, observed all courtesies, reported their names and intentions, stating they had come to inquire about the conflict at Black Wind Mountain today.

After the Zhong Family guards relayed the message, they were indeed allowed in.

However, upon entering the Zhong Family’s martial arts field, what awaited them was not the anticipated negotiation or explanation.

Zhong Peng, the Young Master of the Zhong Family, was sitting grandly in a master’s chair, surrounded by more than ten Zhong Family Cultivators with fierce aura and mocking eyes, among whom were precisely those who had participated in ambushing Lin Lingxi earlier that day.

The injured Green Scale Colt was also held captive by them in a cage, without any attempt to conceal it.

Those few individuals, upon seeing Lin Lingshan and the others, showed no shame at all; instead, they displayed provocative and mocking smiles.

”Oh? Isn’t this Clan Chief Lin? What’s this, coming to my Zhong Family with such a large entourage? Are you implying your clansman wasn’t hurt badly enough and you’ve come for another beating?”

Zhong Peng fanned himself with a shimmering feather fan, his tone frivolous, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.