Cultivation Begins with Daily Intelligence Reports

250: One finger breaks the skill”Bah! Dog thief! Don’t be so arrogant! When our Young Clan Leader arrives, he will surely hack you all to pieces!”

A Lin Family youth, his arm injured and face pale, desperately parried a blade light. His tiger’s mouth split open, and blood flowed down the sword hilt, yet he still gritted his teeth and cursed, his eyes filled with defiance.

As the Lin Family’s outward patrol team, the defensive Magical Artifacts they carried were relatively good, and with Spirit Pills and spirit talismans, they had managed to hold on until now.

Of course, the most important thing was that the strongest few from the Wang Family and Hong Family hadn’t made a move at all.

”Young Clan Leader? Hahaha!”

A corpulent Hong Family Cultivator laughed heartily, the fat on his face jiggling.

”You mean that Lin Jingyu, who hasn’t even grown all his hair and relied on women to get ahead? I heard he was scared and hid back in his mother’s womb, right? Does he still dare to come and die?”

His words drew a burst of laughter from the surroundings, full of contempt and ridicule.

It’s said that good news doesn’t go out, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Lin Jingyu’s defeat at Black Wind Stockade hadn’t spread.

However, the rumor of him relying on women to get ahead had spread widely.

The Lin Family members’ hearts gradually grew cold and despairing, their eyes already showing a determination to die.

Just then!

”Stop!”

A clear, calm, yet thunderous voice, like a bolt from the Nine Heavens, suddenly exploded above the ravine.

The voice was not particularly loud, but it contained a strange penetrative power and majesty, instantly suppressing all the sounds of fighting and roaring.

It clearly entered everyone’s ears, shaking their minds, and their movements involuntarily slowed down.

Everyone looked up in shock!

They saw a flowing cloud kite quietly suspended in the dim twilight sky, emitting a soft blue glow.

Above the kite, five figures stood against the wind. The leader, with his green robes fluttering, handsome face, and indifferent expression, scanned the chaotic battlefield below with eyes like cold stars. Who else could it be but Lin Jingyu?

”It’s the Young Clan Leader!”

”The Young Clan Leader is here! Brothers, we’re saved! Hold on!”

The Lin Family disciples, in despair, first froze, then erupted in deafening cheers of joy. Their previously flagging morale instantly soared.

As if injected with a powerful force, their defensive formation stabilized by several points.

However, the expressions of the Wang Family and Hong Family members changed. But upon seeing that there were only six people, and the leader Lin Jingyu looked so young.

And the spiritual energy fluctuations around him didn’t seem particularly astonishing, they immediately relaxed, and expressions of disdain and contempt reappeared on their faces.

”Hmph! That Lin Family brat really isn’t afraid of death, rushing over to offer his head!” A rough, cold snort came, and then the crowd parted as two figures stepped forward.

The one on the left was unusually tall and burly, almost a head taller than ordinary people. His skin was dark and shiny, his face was covered in fierce flesh, and his round eyes shone with a ferocious light.

Dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, a faint black Evil Qi coiled around him. It was none other than Wang Black Fiend, the Wang Family Head.

He carried a ghastly ghost-head saber, intricately carved and wreathed in thick black Qi, at his waist, exuding a fierce and domineering aura.

The one on the right, dressed in a fiery red brocade robe, was of medium build but had thick limbs and a ruddy complexion. His beard and hair bristled like steel needles.

He was like a walking ball of fire, none other than Hong Lie, the Hong Family Head.

His palms were broad and thick, his fingernails sharp, faintly glowing crimson, clearly indicating that he had Cultivated his family’s inherited Crimson Flame Palm to a very high Realm.

Both men arrogantly sized up Lin Jingyu, who had gracefully descended from the flowing cloud kite, as if looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Wang Black Fiend grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, his voice hoarse and unpleasant:

”Brat, are you that Lin Family Young Clan Leader, Lin Jingyu, who got lucky and relied on women to get ahead?

If you know what’s good for you, scram with your few fish and shrimp soldiers! This Eagle Beak Ravine’s ore vein and those dozens of acres of Spirit Fields next to it, from now on, belong to our Wang Family and Hong Family.

If you dare to say no, hmph, today we’ll make sure your Lin Family is completely wiped out!”

Lin Jingyu’s gaze first swept over the injured, unconscious Lin Family Clansmen on the ground, then looked at the disciples covered in blood but still stubbornly holding on beneath the rock wall.

His eyes suddenly turned incomparably cold, like ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop by several degrees.

He slowly opened his mouth, his voice chillingly cold:

”Injuring my Lin Family Clansmen, forcibly occupying my Lin Family land, and still daring to spout such nonsense here. Today, I will let you know what it means to overestimate yourselves, and what it means to regret it later.”

”Arrogant and ignorant junior! I’ll cripple that mouth of yours first!”

Hong Lie, who had the most fiery temper, instantly flew into a rage upon hearing this. His crimson brocade robe fluttered without wind, rustling loudly! He abruptly raised his palms, which instantly turned fiery red.

Like burning hot irons, an intensely scorching wave of Qi spread outwards from him, baking the scattered stones on the ground with crackling sounds.

”Crimson Flame Palm! Burning Mountains and Boiling Seas!”

He roared, his body shooting out like a cannonball, both palms striking simultaneously.

In an instant, two condensed, substantial crimson palm winds, like fiery dragons, roared out. Wherever they passed, the air was intensely distorted by the high temperature.

Making sizzling sounds, the grass and trees on the ground instantly withered and smoked, and even the rocks were baked until they cracked.

This palm strike contained his vast fire-elemental spiritual power from the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, enough to melt fine iron into liquid.

Facing this fierce and unparalleled attack, which would make ordinary Late Stage Qi Refining Cultivators avoid it like the plague, Lin Jingyu still stood in place.

His expression hadn’t changed in the slightest. He didn’t even use the water-dividing sword on his back, merely slowly raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers pressed together like a sword. A barely perceptible but extremely condensed spiritual light quietly lit up at his fingertip.

Just as the two scorching fire dragons were about to engulf his body.

He moved!

Still as a maiden, swift as a rabbit!

His movements were faster than the eye could catch, as if his shoulder had only slightly swayed.

His joined sword-fingers arrived first, not directly clashing with the vast, scorching palm force, but like the most precise surgical knife.

It precisely stabbed towards the core node where the two fire dragon energies intersected, where the power flow was weakest and most unstable.

”Pfft...”

A soft yet unusually clear sound, like a red-hot iron poker piercing through ice and snow, rang out.

That terrifying Crimson Flame Palm wind, powerful enough to melt metal and stone, was instantly pierced by this seemingly effortless finger.

The condensed fire spiritual power, like a punctured balloon, suddenly lost control and violently exploded outwards, transforming into a sky full of flying crimson sparks.

Burning the surrounding ground to a charred black, the splashing sparks even scalded several nearby Wang Family and Hong Family disciples, making them shriek, yet not a single corner of Lin Jingyu’s clothes was touched.

”What? This is impossible!”

Hong Lie’s sneer instantly froze, his pupils suddenly shrinking to pinpricks. In their place was unparalleled shock and disbelief.

His strike, containing eighty percent of his power, would make even Cultivators of the same rank temporarily avoid its edge. How could it be so easily broken by a single finger from a seemingly young brat?