Chapter 320: Chapter 320
"I need to check on Zoe and make sure he doesn’t do something foolish in a moment of impulse," said Mrs. Lin. She wasn’t aware of the bloodline inheritance secret, but having witnessed the so-called ancestor entangled in a fight with Mr. Jiang, she had a bad feeling.
Wan Mingchuan snatched the opportunity for her precious son to enter the tower for cultivation, and now there’s such a big commotion, certainly something was gained. She was worried that the always proud Tianzuo would be provoked to do something irrational, so she hurriedly went to her precious son’s courtyard.
As for Tianyou, Mrs. Lin wasn’t actually worried.
After all, it was determined from birth that he had no chance of becoming the future Patriarch. The expectations for him were not high, and there was no directed training. That child was naive and had no ambition, so he would surely stand aloof from such matters.
She wasn’t related by blood to the Lin family, and apart from the battle impact from the Silent Cultivation Tower, she didn’t sense any anomalies, so naturally, she didn’t understand how restless and unbearable the current situation was for those of Lin’s bloodline.
Lin Shuo resisted the restless desire within his heart, watching the fierce battle from afar, and sweated in his palms.
The fact that the Silent Cultivation Tower wasn’t a blessing from the ancestor was disgraceful enough, and as the Patriarch, he couldn’t allow any bit of information to leak. So when his wife was curious about why the self-proclaimed ancestor would engage in combat with Mr. Jiang, he could only casually dismiss it.
He only hoped that Jiang Yuan and his group could kill off these vicious bandits!
His eldest son’s smooth awakening of the inheritance was a promising start. In the future, Tianzuo and Tianyou would be prioritized to enter the Silent Cultivation Tower; regardless of success, safety would not be an issue.
The next step was to build a good relationship with his promising son. After all, he was his biological father. It shouldn’t be difficult for his son to teach him the Heavenly Level cultivation technique, should it?
Thinking more and more about the positive possibilities, Lin Shuo indulged in sweet dreams, imagining himself mastering the Heavenly Level technique, his cultivation skyrocketing, and becoming the Alliance Leader with immense power. What prestige that would be!
"Mother, why are you here?" Lin Tianzuo, lacking willpower due to his youthful pride, was barely suppressing the restless calling of the bloodline inheritance. Seeing his mother rushing over, he stood up to greet her and asked, "What’s happening over at the Silent Cultivation Tower? That old man demanding the clan to pay respects, is he really the Lin ancestor?"
Mrs. Lin had no idea. When the Lin ancestor descended with blessings, she wasn’t even born yet. Being a second wife after her marriage, she had no right to enter the ancestral hall to offer incense to the ancestor’s portrait.
"Your father hasn’t said if it is or isn’t." She was worried her precious son might do something reckless, so she comforted him, "Since he’s fighting Mr. Jiang, it’s clear the old gentleman isn’t pleased with Wan Mingchuan entering the tower for cultivation. Let’s just watch and let them fight it out. The result won’t affect you no matter the outcome."
Lin Tianzuo nodded and peeked from the window crack, pondering whether his foolish younger brother was scared and didn’t dare to show up?
That would be such a shame; he’d have to find another opportunity later on to resolve this lurking threat.
The courtyard where the brothers resided was adjacent, and Lin Tianyou was so angry he slammed his fist hard on the window frame.
Originally, he was secretly watching the commotion from the Silent Cultivation Tower from his upstairs bedroom. As a result, he clearly saw his mother rush into the other courtyard full of concern, just like in all those past years. His parents always thought of Lin Tianzuo first whenever there was any sign of trouble.
And he, always the one ignored!
For a moment, the deep desires within couldn’t be suppressed.
Having never been a focus of development, Lin Tianyou’s cultivation was much more unstable than his brother’s. Provoked by the bloodline’s call and agitated, and having heard the ancestor’s arrival, his previous wild thoughts stirred restlessly again.
Is it possible to benefit amidst the fighting between the snipe and the clam?
The ancestor’s wrathful battle against Jiang’s group certainly wasn’t due to Wan Mingchuan receiving the inheritance in the tower, or he wouldn’t have acted so urgently without worrying about how the fierce battle outside might affect one’s retreat.
The scene of fluttering paper figures was dizzying, with black clouds and lightning occasionally flashing and obstructing the view. Lin Tianyou couldn’t discern who had the upper hand.
But upon thinking that even the ancestor stood opposed to Wan Mingchuan, he felt a misconception—his opportunity had arrived!
Using the Teleportation Talisman to sneak into the Silent Cultivation Tower and seize Wan Mingchuan’s opportunity.
As long as he could gain the only Heavenly Level cultivation technique, with the ancestor backing him, using the technique to entice, Mr. Jiang shouldn’t have any reason to oppose him, right?
"If I obtained that opportunity..." Lin Tianyou’s breathing quickened as if he could already see the ancestor approvingly looking at him, bestowing upon him piles of magical treasures, seeing himself standing atop a grand celebration platform crowned the Young Patriarch, basking in the admiration of everyone.
One cannot imagine things beyond one’s knowledge.
In all his years’ knowledge, for Lin Tianyou, the ancestor was the most powerful. The entire Lin family revered him with utmost respect, and gaining the ancestor’s acknowledgment meant being the hope of the entire clan.
At this moment, the unusual phenomenon in the sky matched perfectly with what his father described when the ancestor bestowed magical treasures, so whether it be the rampant roaring giant white snake or the lightning-filled clouds, they must be the ancestor’s methods. Mr. Jiang’s group could only hide without daring to show themselves!
Conveniently, the teleportation treasure his mother gave him was one of the precious items bestowed by the ancestor. Wasn’t this the heavens giving him the chance to seize the opportunity?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, glaring at the neighboring courtyard and recalling the family secrets his father secretly told his brother. How infuriating! Why did he have the right to know such crucial secrets? This time, I’ll let everyone know— I’m the Lin family’s hope!
The Teleportation Talisman burnt out. Lin Tianyou’s sole thought was to teleport into the Silent Cultivation Tower; however, the next moment he collided hard with the Chaotic Heaven Bell and fell into the center of the "battlefield."
His head pounded in pain, leaving him dazed and confused. What happened? After using the treasure, wasn’t he supposed to be transported inside the tower? Why was he stopped by this dark and hard object?
No time was given to Lin Tianyou for thought. Just as he was in a daze from the collision and fallen, a big saber enveloped in coldness came slashing his way!
Several mercenary evil cultivators were trapped helplessly, unable to fight or flee. Knowing the dire situation, they hoped to take advantage of the opposition being tied up with Mr. Yuan and their leader, and with no time to bother themselves, they thought to tear apart these endless paper people and escape by teleportation.
Bearing thoughts of avoiding battle, none cared about the prior rule of no bloodshed within one zhang, prioritizing their escape.
Thus, the lingering power from the evil cultivators’ big saber rushed straight at Lin Tianyou, who sat in a heap next to the Chaotic Heaven Bell.
"No! Don’t!" Seeing this, Yuan Liyang’s eyes reddened with anger.
The array composed of the Lin ancestors’ remains could indeed enhance the success rate of the bloodline inheritance, but it relied entirely on the power of the bloodline to maintain. Sensing the bloody aura of a descendant nearby, it was very likely to cause a berserk remnant soul, thereby affecting the bloodline inheritance!
Having awaited the Heavenly Level cultivation technique for decades, it was at arm’s length, and mustn’t be ruined at a critical moment by trifles!
Yuan Liyang’s furious roar, in Lin Tianyou’s eyes, was the ancestor’s compassion for his descendants, and he cried out with tearful eyes, "Ancestor, save me!"
Everything happened in a split second. Jiang Yuan happened to teleport near Lin Tianyou, and seeing the scene, he flicked his blade wanting to throw him out of the combat area. However, it was half a step too late as the blade’s edge arrived first, slicing off his right arm.
Blood gushed out, splattering everywhere.
"You’r! My You’r..." Mrs. Lin who happened to witness this scene nearly fainted;
Lin Tianzuo hurriedly assisted his mother, taking a quick glance at the glaring bloodshed, a smile curling at his lips, as his foolish brother indeed couldn’t hold back—heaven helped him too!