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300: Swords aimed at Black Wind StrongholdThe morning sun pierced through the clouds, casting ten thousand rays of golden light onto the continuous Black Mountain Range. At the entrance of Lin Family Village, the light-blue barrier of the “Water Wood Flowing Cloud Array” rippled like water under the morning sun, isolating the noise and danger of the outside world, leaving peace and tranquility within.

A figure silently appeared outside the barrier. He took a step, seemingly merging into the lake like a drop of water, without causing the slightest ripple.

The person who arrived was none other than Lin Jingyu.

His aura was as calm as water, and his face was serene, but deep within his profound eyes, star rivers seemed to flow. The occasional flash of purple lightning made the Lin Family Clansmen on duty pound uncontrollably, feeling a reverence that originated from the depths of their Souls.

“It’s the Young Clan Leader! The Young Clan Leader is back!” A young clansman rubbed his eyes. After confirming it, he shouted excitedly, his voice slightly distorted by elation.

This shout was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples quickly spread.

On the Bluestone Square in front of the ancestral hall, the Lin Family Clansmen who heard the news quickly gathered.

Lin Lingshan, moving with the gait of a Dragon and a Tiger, was the first to arrive. His robust body brought a gust of wind, and his massive, cattail-leaf-fan-like hand heavily patted Lin Jingyu’s shoulder. His tiger eyes flashed with sharp light, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement:

“Good boy! You’re finally back! This trip to Qinglan Sect must have brought considerable gains!”

Lin Lushan now lacked no resources. Cultivating diligently in the Family environment where Spiritual Qi was growing denser, he had already Broken through to the Qi Refining Eighth Layer. His perception far surpassed ordinary people, and he clearly sensed the immense power within Lin Jingyu, like a dormant Dragon, which was several times stronger than when he left.

The faint pressure emanating from him made even him, a Qi Refining Eighth Layer Cultivator, feel a Soul-deep trepidation.

At this moment, Lin Jingxia ran over like a nimble swallow, her face beaming with pure joy.

The silver-gray Earth Spirit Rat, “Little Ash,” perched on her shoulder, twitched its pink nose, and its ruby-like eyes scrutinized Lin Jingyu with wariness and curiosity.

Sensing an aura of majesty from him that made its Soul tremble yet also drew it closer, it surprisingly didn’t bare its teeth or growl. Instead, it chirped twice with a hint of flattery, rubbing its little head against Lin Jingxia’s cheek.

Lin Jingyu showed a gentle smile to his Family, his gaze sweeping over the excited faces, some familiar, some unfamiliar.

He keenly noticed that his sister Lin Jingxia’s cultivation had actually reached the Qi Refining Fourth Layer! This speed was a bit too fast.

Although the Medicinal Pills he refined were helpful, they certainly didn’t possess such miraculous efficacy.

His gaze involuntarily fell upon “Little Ash,” and he mused inwardly: “It seems this little fellow, besides treasure hunting, might also possess a strange ability to assist in Cultivation. To enable Jingxia to Break through the Qi Refining Mid-Stage Bottleneck in just over a month, it is truly extraordinary.”

His smile gradually faded, and his voice, steady yet clear, reached everyone’s ears:

“Uncle Lingshan, all Lin Family Clansmen, I have returned. Matters concerning Qinglan Sect can be discussed later. Right now, there is a major affair concerning the life and death of our Lin Family, which also involves settling old grievances and establishing our Foundation, that must be dealt with immediately.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping the crowd. Seeing that everyone was holding their breath and concentrating, he continued, “Immediately have all Cultivators of the Lin Family gather at the ancestral hall. I have important matters to announce.”

Seeing Lin Jingyu’s solemn expression, Lin Lingshan knew there must be a major issue. He nodded heavily, turned without hesitation, and his booming voice spread throughout the village: “All Cultivators, quickly gather at the ancestral hall! The Young Clan Leader has commanded!”

With a single command, the entire Lin Family Village began operating efficiently like a precise war machine.

Regardless of gender, age, or cultivation level, all Lin Family Clansmen who possessed Spiritual Roots and could Cultivate put down their work and converged toward the ancestral hall from all parts of the village.

The air was filled with the tension and solemnity preceding a coming storm.

About an hour later, inside the Lin Family Ancestral Hall.

This ancient building, which had endured the Lin Family’s hundreds of years of trials and tribulations and was wreathed in incense smoke, was now packed with over a hundred Lin Family Clansmen. Candles illuminated the ancestral hall, reflecting faces that were excited, nervous, or fanatical.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the young man standing with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in green robes like a pine tree, at the front of the ancestral hall.

The hall was absolutely silent, save for the crisp sound of the mountain wind blowing the wind chimes on the eaves of the ancestral hall, and the heavy, suppressed breathing of the crowd.

Lin Jingyu looked around at everyone, his gaze sharp as a knife. He slowly spoke; his voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a cold killing intent that clearly entered the depths of everyone’s Soul: “Black Wind Stockade, a hundred miles away.”

Just a few words, yet they were like ice water poured into boiling oil, instantly igniting the rage and hatred in everyone’s hearts!

The temperature inside the ancestral hall seemed to drop sharply by a few degrees.

“They have occupied Black Mountain for years, plundering merchants and travelers, slaughtering villages—their evil deeds are utterly unforgivable!”

Lin Jingyu’s voice gradually rose. Every word was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of the clansmen.

“Furthermore, they have repeatedly oppressed our Lin Family, attempting to sever our Family’s Foundation! This blood feud is irreconcilable! If this tumor is not removed, our Lin Family will never know peace, and the surrounding area of Black Mountain will remain unstable!”

His tone suddenly became passionate, like a drawn sharp sword, revealing its full edge:

“I have decided that at noon today, we will raze Black Wind Stockade to the ground! We will use the blood of the bandits to pay tribute to the heroic Souls of our Lin Family, eliminating future troubles forever! And let everyone within a hundred miles of Black Mountain see the consequences of making an enemy of our Lin Family!”

“Raze Black Wind Stockade to the ground!”

Lin Lingshan was the first to react. The humiliation and hatred accumulated in his chest for decades erupted like a volcano. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, and he let out an earth-shattering roar.

As the Clan Chief of the Lin Family, he knew the wicked deeds of Black Wind Stockade better than anyone—how many clansmen had tragically died by their hands, how many resources they had plundered. That deep-seated hatred had long merged into his Bloodline.

“Young Clan Leader is mighty! Destroy them! Avenge the deceased clansmen!”

“Attack Black Wind Stockade! Leave none alive!”

“These damned Bandit Cultivators, every single one of them deserves to fall into the eighteen layers of Hell!”

The ancestral hall instantly boiled over, the crowd was greatly incensed, and the waves of angry shouts nearly overturned the roof.

Regardless of age or cultivation level, everyone was now overwhelmed by the shared feeling of hatred for the common enemy.

Black Wind Stockade was like a heavy boulder that had weighed on the hearts of every Lin Family Clansman for far too long. That fear and hatred had long penetrated their very bones.

Now, with the Young Clan Leader’s return, he intended to directly remove this tumor. How could this not make their blood boil!

Lin Jingyu raised his hand and pressed down lightly.

An invisible majesty naturally emanated from him. It wasn’t a forceful suppression, but it carried a convincing, steady power, and the clamorous noise immediately subsided.

He continued, his tone returning to calm, yet carrying an undeniable resolve:

“This battle is not only to wipe away the shame of our Lin Family, but also to Enforce the Dao on behalf of Heaven, and seek justice for all those around Black Mountain who have been poisoned by them! Therefore, our Lin Family must not only fight, but fight openly and honorably, letting everyone see that evil cannot triumph over good!”

“We are not just going to destroy Black Wind Stockade, but also showcase the strength and majesty of our Lin Family!”