Chapter 47: Good Words Cannot Save Those Destined to Die

A breeze blew past, and the Lin Family members were all somewhat dumbfounded.

The Qingyun Sect Elder came quickly and left just as quickly; many clan members still didn't even know what had happened.

"Clan Leader, why do I feel that Xuanhu Daoist is rather strange?" Lin Hai asked, his face full of doubt.

"Never mind him." Lin Feng said slowly, waving his hand, and the many clan members dispersed one after another.

Since Elder Xuanhu had come to apologize, there shouldn't be any problems afterward.

On the martial arena, Lin Ya sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands forming hand seals as he rapidly inhaled and exhaled Spirit Qi.

He was already at the Foundation Building Realm, and after observing the Golden Light Mantra, he gained some insight. Coincidentally, the Golden Light Mantra and the Nine Mystique Golden Body Art shared commonalities, which allowed him to achieve sudden enlightenment immediately.

Now his Cultivation had surged, and his progress was astonishing.

"Foundation Building Second Layer!"

Beside him, Lin Xuan covered her small mouth in surprise, and more clan members watched with burning gazes—Lin Ya truly lived up to his reputation as the Lin Family's genius.

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth curved slightly; he had indeed not misjudged the man.

With a thud, a muffled sound came from within Lin Ya's body.

The Spirit Gathering Formation operated, providing the Lin Family with ample Spirit Qi. In his state of sudden enlightenment, Lin Ya had already reached the Cultivation of Foundation Building Third Layer.

He opened his eyes, and a golden speck of light flickered within his pupils.

After a moment, he let out a long breath.

"Foundation Building Third Layer—Lin Ya truly is our Lin Family's genius!"

Lin Xuan was overjoyed, and the surrounding clan members stepped forward one after another to offer congratulations.

At the same time, the System's voice sounded in Lin Feng's mind.

【Ding! Detected that clan member Lin Ya's Cultivation has surged; the next investment can be made for him】

【Investment Option One: Gift a Six-Star Pill, the Emperor Dragon Pill, gain Qi Luck +1000 points, can help him become a Wudao Realm expert within three years】

【Investment Option Two: Gift one portion of Wudao Realm Sword Dao insight, gain Qi Luck Value +1000 points, can help him possess the potential of a Sword Saint】

【Investment Option Three: Alter physique, plant Sword Heart in the Bitter Sea, gain Qi Luck Value +1500 points, will encounter endless challenges within the next year, but will surely become a Sword Saint within fifty years】

The System's prompt made Lin Feng's spirit lift.

There were actually so many investment choices this time.

And each one had a different outcome.

No matter how you looked at it, they were all excellent.

But the last option seemed even better.

If Lin Feng were to choose himself, it would definitely be the third one.

At this moment, Lin Ya walked over, his joy impossible to hide on his face.

"Clan Leader, I've broken through again—thank you for guarding my Dao!"

Lin Ya cupped his fists in a bow, his eyes full of gratitude.

Lin Feng nodded, then smiled and said: "Lin Ya, are you interested in cultivating the sword?"

Hearing these words, Lin Ya nodded without even thinking.

"Clan Leader, Sword Cultivators are inherently powerful. Although I'm only at the Foundation Building Realm now, I've long thought about what path to take in the future."

"I want to train the sword. In the future, as long as I have a sword in hand, I can protect the Lin Family."

Hearing this, Lin Feng had already made his decision in his heart.

But he smiled again and said: "Sword Cultivators face quite a few challenges. Can you endure it?"

"If I don't even dare to face challenges head-on, what's the point of cultivating the sword?" Lin Ya said resolutely.

"Good!"

Lin Feng laughed heartily and immediately made his choice on the System Interface.

Plant Sword Heart in the Bitter Sea!

In the coming year, Lin Ya would encounter endless challenges, and there would likely be no shortage of life-and-death moments.

But as long as he could endure it, he would surely become a Sword Saint within fifty years!

From the unseen depths, a strand of Sword Qi descended from the heavens and entered Lin Ya's body.

No one could perceive it; only Lin Feng knew it clearly in his heart.

At this moment, within Lin Ya's dantian, a seed had already taken root and sprouted. From now on, the Lin Family's Sword Saint could be none other than him.

【Ding, Host investment successful, obtained random Reward: Three-Star Spirit Treasure Xuanzhong Ruler *10, Four-Star Pill Soul-Returning Pill *40, Four-Star Pill Qi-Replenishing Pill *30】

The System Reward was issued once more, and Lin Feng was quite curious about that Xuanzhong Ruler.

A Three-Star Spirit Treasure?

Had the System Rewards been downgraded?

But very soon Lin Feng noticed that this Xuanzhong Ruler was no ordinary item.

【Xuanzhong Ruler: Can be used by cultivators below the Martial Pill Realm; can adjust according to the user's strength, used for weighted training】

Seeing this description, the corners of Lin Feng's mouth curved.

The ten people selected today were just about to go participate in the Hundred Clans Assembly.

There were still five months left. During this period, these ten people would train using the Xuanzhong Ruler.

"Today's selection has ended. You ten will follow me to the Back Mountain for training from now on."

"Five months from now, you will represent our Lin Family and head to the Jiuxuan Blessed Land to participate in the Hundred Clans Assembly!"

Lin Feng announced loudly, and the ten chosen ones immediately became excited.

Being selected was an honor...

Qingyun Sect, Lake Heart Island.

Daoist Xuanhu hurried back, and it was already three days later.

He did not dare look back along the way, all because he had spied a shocking secret at the Lin Family.

"Qin Long, with such a clan in your Ziyun City, you still dare go back for revenge?"

Daoist Xuanhu's face was dark to the extreme, hating Qin Long to the bone.

As for Ji Bo's grudge, Daoist Xuanhu did not dare bring it up again.

For the sake of one Ji Family, provoking a clan like the Lin Family—an Ancient Aristocratic Family—would be a loss outweighing the gain.

If the Lin Family were angered, who knew whether Qingyun Sect would face trouble.

"No, the matter of the Lin Family must be reported to the Sect Master as soon as possible; absolutely cannot go touching it again."

Daoist Xuanhu pondered for a moment, then waved his hand to summon a spirit crane, intending to head to the Sect Master's Peak to meet the Qingyun Sect Sect Master.

But before Daoist Xuanhu could leave, two people came treading on clouds.

That cloud was a Spirit Treasure, capable of carrying one through the air.

"Elder Xuanhu, I was just about to look for you!"

Of the two who came, one wore a white robe, looked middle-aged, and appeared robust and powerful—he was Kong Jianghai, the second-ranked Elder of Qingyun Sect's Inner Gate.

The person beside him was Ji Bo's father, Ji Changyun, the Clan Leader of the Ji Family of Luangu City.

"Elder Xuanhu, my son is dead—did you know?"

Ji Changyun, in a red robe, waved his hand and flung out, sending streaks of Spirit Qi.

His face was cold and stern, without the slightest courtesy.

Daoist Xuanhu frowned, his white hair drifting slightly: "Clan Leader Ji, Ji Bo's death was truly an accident; please accept my condolences."

Receiving this answer, Ji Changyun flew into a rage.

He gave a cold snort, and the surrounding Spirit Qi surged wildly like a tide.

"Died by accident? As his master, you didn't even investigate before rashly jumping to a conclusion?"

"I've already found out—my son died in Ziyun City, and the Lin Family cannot escape involvement—and you actually say he died by accident?"

Seeing this, Kong Jianghai at the side flashed a teasing look in his eyes.

Ji Bo's death happened in plain view of everyone, and the one who died alongside him was the Ancestor of the Zhou Family of Liuhuo City.

This matter could be learned by simply asking around—Daoist Xuanhu actually still harbored illusions of concealing it?

A glint of obscure meaning surfaced in Daoist Xuanhu's eyes as he said slowly: "Clan Leader Ji, I urge you not to investigate any further!"

"Ji Bo's death was an accident; if you insist on investigating, it will only bring an exterminating disaster upon your Ji Family."

At these words, Ji Changyun could not help but be stunned.

Daoist Xuanhu had always been protective of his own; with Ji Bo dead, he neither went to avenge him nor let the Ji Family investigate—clearly there was something fishy!

"You won't avenge my son—then I will!"

"I must have been blind to send my son to be your disciple!"