Chapter 638: Off to Tianzhou!

Linghu Dongyuan's pupils dilated slightly, standing under the corridor eave, stunned for several breaths.

He looked at Jiang Feng, then at Ma Jian, his gaze swept back and forth between the two several times, finally landing on Ma Jian's face still bearing a silly grin.

Wood‑element Supreme Golden Pill.

That is a treasure forged by one of the Linghu Family's ancestors over dozens of years, and there are only three in total.

Each one is enough to let an ordinary person be reborn, cleanse the marrow, and step directly onto the path of cultivation.

If auctioned publicly, its value could bankrupt a small clan.

Even within the Linghu Family, only the most core legitimate descendants are qualified to use it.

And Jiang Feng asked for this Golden Pill in order to make Ma Jian a cultivator.

Linghu Dongyuan and Linghu Xue exchanged a glance, and both saw the same envy in each other's eyes.

That envy was not pretended, it was genuine.

They know Ma Jian; he has no talent and was previously an idle playboy.

After following Jiang Feng, he still hasn't achieved anything notable; he's just an errand‑running follower.

But this ordinary person, because he blocked a palm for Jiang Feng in a crisis, nearly losing his life, earned this opportunity.

One act of loyalty bought him such a chance.

What a pity...

Linghu Dongyuan sighed inwardly, and his gaze unintentionally drifted into the distance.

It's a pity that the ones who died for Mr. Jiang that day weren't them; otherwise, this sky‑splattering wealth would have included a share for the Linghu Family.

The Linghu Family does have Wu Zun, and there are as many as three.

But those three ancestors are already aged, with little lifespan left.

Each one relies on various Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to barely extend their lives, and they will not act lightly.

The current Head Linghu Jie, though he commands the Empire's Northern Army and rivals the Dongfang Lin, is still slightly weaker in strength compared to the Dongfang Lin.

In recent years among the four great families, only the Linghu Family's influence has been gradually eroded; in several important decision circles, the Linghu Family has already been pushed to the edge.

Back then, Linghu Xing was a prodigy, the most likely candidate to enter the Wu Zun Realm.

If she could breakthrough smoothly, the Linghu Family's situation would be completely different.

Unfortunately, she still wasted a few years, entangled by Fire Poison, missing the best timing.

Now, although Jiang Feng healed her, her cultivation has already fallen far behind, and it's uncertain whether she still has a chance to reach Wu Zun.

The Linghu Family urgently needs a true ally, a powerful, limitless‑potential ally like Jiang Feng.

Linghu Dongyuan's thoughts raced quickly, but his face showed little.

He stood there, silent for a few breaths, then gritted his teeth and, cupping his fist toward Jiang Feng, said.

"Mr. Jiang, rest assured, since you asked, this Golden Pill will be delivered by the family within three days!"

He spoke with confidence, but only he knew that, given his position, he actually lacks the authority to unilaterally decide the allocation of such a high‑level treasure.

According to Linghu Family rules, the use of a Supreme Golden Pill requires at least two of the three ancestors' consent, plus the Head Linghu Jie's approval, to be officially authorized.

He is only an Elder; though influential, it is far insufficient.

But he must agree.

This is an opportunity, a chance for the Linghu Family to bind more tightly with Jiang Feng.

Even if, after returning, he must be questioned by several ancestors and scolded by the Head, he accepts it.

As long as this favor can be solidified, the Linghu Family gains an extra way out.

Jiang Feng heard this, nodded, his expression still calm, but his tone added a note of seriousness.

"This counts as my owing the Linghu Family a favor. In the future, if the Linghu Family needs me to act, I will not refuse."

As soon as he said that, Linghu Dongyuan's breath involuntarily paused.

His eyes flashed for a moment, and the deliberately maintained composure on his face almost slipped.

He nodded forcefully, saying no further superfluous words.

A Wu Zun favor.

And it's a Wu Zun so young. The value of this promise even outweighs that Supreme Golden Pill.

Ma Jian stood beside him, staring dumbfounded the whole time, his mouth slightly open, fixed there as if an acupoint had been struck.

He looked at Jiang Feng, then at Linghu Dongyuan, his mind buzzing.

He has followed Jiang Feng for so long, has seen Jiang Feng heal countless patients, spar with mysterious masters, and witness various things he cannot comprehend.

But he never imagined that one day such good fortune would fall on him.

So that means later he could be like Duanmu that guy, become a cultivator?

Before, Ma Jian could only be envious, and could only endure hearing it, because he truly understood nothing.

But now it's different.

Brother Jiang said he would make him a cultivator. Then wouldn't he be like Duanmu that guy later?

Maybe even stronger than him?

As Ma Jian kept thinking, his mouth involuntarily stretched into a grin, the smile growing wider until his face was a full‑of‑wrinkles silly grin.

Great!

This guy won't have any chance to act cocky in front of me anymore!

Ma Jian snapped back to his senses, sprinted two steps at a time to Jiang Feng, grabbed Jiang Feng's hand, his eyes already reddened.

"Brother Jiang! I thank you so much! In this lifetime..."

Jiang Feng rolled his eyes, pulled his hand back, and gave him a pat on the head.

"Alright, alright, cut the act. Quickly arrange a carriage; I'm heading to Tianzhou."

Ma Jian froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously, turned and ran outside.

Before long, a black Maybach stopped at Su Family Gate, its paint shimmering with a steady sheen in the sunlight.

Ma Jian stuck his head out of the driver's seat, his face wearing that trademark sycophantic grin, and called out to Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Ge! The car's here! This car's comfortable; the road to Tianzhou isn't short!"

Jiang Feng nodded, and silently took a seat in the back row.

Lin Yanqian stood in the courtyard, looking at the Maybach, then glanced at Jiang Feng already seated in the car, realizing that the trip to Tianzhou could no longer be avoided.

She inhaled deeply, as if having made up her mind, pulled open the passenger door and sat inside.

She sat in the passenger seat, buckled the safety belt, her fingers gripping the belt's edge until her knuckles turned slightly white.

Tianzhou…

She knows exactly what kind of people her parents are. Her father, Lin Zhenshan, is the Chairman of the Tianzhou Chamber of Commerce, methodical and extremely strict.

Ma Jian glanced through the rearview mirror, grinned, said nothing, pressed the accelerator, and the Maybach smoothly drove away from Su Family Gate.

Just as the taillights vanished around the corner of the alley, Linghu Dongyuan stood in the courtyard, glanced at Linghu Xue beside him, and whispered.

"Xue'er, you come along too. If the Lin Family doesn't have eyes, don't offend Mr. Jiang."

Linghu Xue froze for a moment, then nodded carefully.

She flickered, her whole form turning into a fleeting afterimage, and chased after the direction where the Maybach had vanished.