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301: The doubts continueLin Jingyu turned his gaze to Lin Lingshan: “Uncle Lingshan!”

“Here!” Lin Lingshan straightened his body, like a soldier hearing a military order, his eyes burning with fierce Battle Intent.

“Immediately select capable personnel, and in the name of my Lin Family, send messages to the Zhong Family, Liu Family, and the surrounding Wang Family, Li Family, and over a dozen other large and small powers!”

Lin Jingyu’s gaze was profound, as if he had already foreseen the future landscape. “Please invite them to attend the ceremony today at noon at ‘Wangfeng Slope,’ three miles outside the Black Wind Stockade!”

He deliberately set the ceremony location three miles closer to the Black Wind Stockade; the intent of deterrence was self-evident.

“Tell them that today, my Lin Family will eliminate a scourge for the people, and we invite them to bear witness!”

This action was both to establish authority, showcasing the Lin Family’s current strength and determination, and to intimidate, forcing all those with ulterior motives and wavering loyalties to recognize the situation.

He intended to use this battle to completely establish the Lin Family’s dominance over this land and forge the Lin Family’s glorious reputation.

Lin Lingshan understood perfectly, nodding heavily, his eyes flashing with excitement and resolve: “Understood! Such a grand event demands this! I will personally make the arrangements! Ling Kuang! Dashan! Xiaohu!”

“Here!” Three clan elites with robust Auras and cultivation bases all at the Qi Refining Mid-Stage stepped forward, answering in unison.

“The three of you will each lead a team of quick-footed, clever, and reliable clansmen, carrying my Lin Family’s Invitation Card. Go quickly and return quickly, ensuring the message reaches every Family before noon! There must be no mistakes!” Lin Lingshan issued the orders clearly and methodically.

“Understood!” The three cupped their fists and accepted the order, immediately turning around to gather their personnel, transforming into several streaks of light and speeding off in different directions.

The command was passed down like the wind, and the entire Lin Family Village operated efficiently and solemnly, like a wound-up war machine.

The flames of vengeance burned in everyone’s eyes. The air was filled with the solemnity of impending war and an unspeakable excitement.

This was also Lin Jingyu’s deliberate intention.

Although he alone was enough to flatten the Black Wind Stockade, he also wanted the clansmen below him to participate.

Only by letting them witness blood and death could they truly grow.

...Noon was approaching. The scorching sun hung high in the sky like a giant fireball, mercilessly baking the barren land of Black Mountain. Three miles outside the Black Wind Stockade, on a slightly elevated, open-view hillside named “Wangfeng Slope,” figures were gathering, and the atmosphere was strangely peculiar.

Having received the Lin Family’s Invitation Card—which felt almost like an ultimatum yet carried the meaning of an invitation to “attend the ceremony”—representatives from all sides arrived one after another, harboring extremely complex thoughts.

They clearly demarcated their positions, occupying the high ground across the hillside, their gazes occasionally cast toward the distant stockade, which was wreathed in Evil Qi and resembled a crouching, ferocious beast. They spoke in low voices, their faces mostly showing suspicion, curiosity, and scrutiny, with no shortage of those harboring schadenfreude.

Zhong Yue, the Clan Chief of the Zhong Family, attended personally, followed by several Elders with composed Auras. His expression was solemn, tinged with a subtle unease and shock.

They had previously clashed with the Lin Family, and although they had apologized and reconciled, the Lin Family’s current action was too astonishing, practically throwing an egg against a rock. This forced them to treat the matter cautiously, and they wanted to witness firsthand what kind of reliance this Young Clan Leader of the Lin Family had to dare attempt such a Heaven-Defying feat.

After all, the Great Boss of the Black Wind Stockade had reached Qi Refining Perfection years ago, and now he had likely already entered the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The Liu Family also sent an Elder with a gloomy face, who stood far off in a corner, his eyes flickering uncertainly, nobody knew what he was calculating.

Representatives from smaller Families, such as the Wang Family and Li Family, were mostly filled with awe and immense curiosity. They gathered in small groups, discussing animatedly. Although their voices were low, they couldn’t conceal their shock and disbelief.

“Has the Lin Family gone mad? How dare they actively provoke the Black Wind Stockade? And they widely distributed invitations asking us to ’attend the ceremony’? Attend what ceremony? The ceremony of their Annihilation?”

“I heard that Lin Jingyu returned from the Qinglan Sect. He probably got some Heaven-Defying Opportunity and became excessively arrogant.”

“Ruan Heifeng, the Great Boss of the Black Wind Stockade, is a genuine Foundation Establishment master! He has several Elders under him who are at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining! What does the Lin Family rely on? Just Lin Jingyu alone?”

“Hehe, maybe he’s going to his death, which is perfect for us to watch a good show. If the Lin Family falls... the territory and resources near Black Mountain, hehe...” Someone’s eyes flashed with greedy light.

Various speculations, doubts, and even malicious expectations permeated the crowd, making the atmosphere on Wangfeng Slope increasingly bizarre.

Among the crowd, two beautiful figures were particularly eye-catching.

Qin Yue, the Third Manager of Miaoling Pavilion, and the charming and lovely Yun Momo, dressed in a Goose-Yellow Dress, had also arrived.

Qin Yue still maintained her capable and elegant appearance. A Moon-White Gown accentuated her graceful figure, making her look like an orchid in an empty valley. However, a lingering worry was hidden in her autumn-water eyes, and her Jade Hand unconsciously clenched tight.

Yun Momo nervously clutched the corner of her dress, her small face taut. Her other hand tightly grasped a Jade Talisman that emitted a soft halo and flowed with Runes—it was a life-saving item Feng Xixi had given her for self-defense.

She had made up her mind that as soon as Lin Jingyu was in mortal danger, she would activate it regardless of the cost.

“Sister Yue,” Yun Momo asked in a trembling whisper, her eyes full of worry, “Brother Jingyu... is he really going alone? The Black Wind Stockade has so many people, plus a Foundation Establishment master... He... he won’t be in trouble, right?”

Qin Yue took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. She patted Yun Momo’s cool little hand, her tone not entirely certain, carrying a hint of self-reassurance:

“Since he dares to do this, he must... surely have his reasons and confidence. We must believe in him.”

Although she said this, her tightly clenched palms were already slick with fine sweat.

The Foundation Establishment Stage! It represented a fundamental, insurmountable gulf compared to the Qi Refining Stage! It was a gap that absolutely could not be bridged relying on ordinary Magic Treasures or Secret Techniques! No matter how strong Lin Jingyu was, he was ultimately still in the Qi Refining Stage!

But she knew that since Lin Jingyu had made this decision, he naturally had a perfect plan.

Just as everyone’s thoughts were fluctuating, their whispers reached a peak, and various gazes intertwined, converging on the distant stockade that soared with Evil Qi.

“Whoosh—!”

A piercing sound of tearing air, sharp enough to seem like it would rip the sky, came from far away and rapidly approached, suddenly striking with a speed that surpassed everyone’s reaction limits.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes. A streak of Azure Light Stream seemed to teleport; one moment it was on the horizon, the next instant, it had already descended, carrying an unmatched Aura, crashing down like a Falling Meteor onto the highest point of Wangfeng Slope.

“Boom!”

Air waves surged, dust flew, and the powerful impact caused the entire hillside to tremble slightly.

The Cultivators who were closer were pushed back, staggering from the air waves, their faces showing shock.

The light faded, the air waves subsided, revealing a figure as straight as a pine tree within.

His Azure Robes fluttered, spotless, and his face was calm and placid. Who else could it be but Lin Jingyu?