Chapter 325: Chapter 325

When Jiang Yuan couldn’t wait to go home to complete the primary task, Wan Mingchuan was also overwhelmed with joy. He finally acquired the Heavenly Level Cultivation Technique and could teach it to everyone!

Thanks to the master’s blessing, since officially stepping onto the path of cultivation, whether it was cultivation techniques, techniques, spirit stones, elixirs, or guidance and instruction, he never needed to pay anything himself and received gifts from the master and elder brothers and sisters in the courtyard throughout.

As for collecting mushrooms, picking herbs daily, or occasionally chopping a tree or cutting some grass, can that be considered a contribution?

True contribution should be like the master’s, obtaining good things to share with everyone!

Thinking of the shocked expression on Long brother’s face, Wan Mingchuan couldn’t help but laugh, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

However, more anxious than them was Lin Shuo, who ignored his youngest son who had lost his right arm and was permanently disabled, his eyes fixed on every movement in the wind. Seeing Jiang Yuan preparing to rise, he led the family elders, all with smiles on their faces, to welcome him.

"Mingchuan, you’ve come out so quickly, how do you feel? Tired? I specifically had people prepare delicious food, thinking you must be tired and hungry after a few hard days. Shall we eat and chat?"

This time, Lin Shuo’s smiling face spoke words that were deeply considered, ensuring his good son felt warm with the genuine concern and love from his father.

"Thank Mr. Jiang, thank everyone, please first have some food before going to the courtyard prepared for you to rest. We will send out invitations widely and host a celebration, appointing Mingchuan as the Lin Family’s Young Patriarch!" The Great Elder was cheerful, gleefully eyeing Wan Mingchuan, who had likely awakened his bloodline inheritance, and calculating how to cozy up to him for the heavenly level cultivation technique.

The young generation of the Lin clan was already waiting to meet the distinguished guests. Seeing the patriarch and others approaching, they also rushed to gather around.

With their status, they couldn’t attach themselves to Mr. Jiang, but if they could establish a good relationship with the legitimate heir, they would be set for life!

Upon hearing the Great Elder personally announce the legitimate heir to be appointed Young Patriarch, many people’s eyes went to Lin Tianzuo, who was usually arrogant and prideful, and they delighted at someone rising above him.

"Brother, this time you must stay home for a few days. Last time, you left after a brief meeting, and we brothers didn’t even have time to talk."

"Yes, the clan elders specifically prepared a celebration for your return as the legitimate heir. The Lin family will be yours in the future!"

"How can we not celebrate for a few days after being appointed Young Patriarch? I am a few years older than you and familiar with what’s good to eat and play in this city. I’ll take you out for fun some day..."

The overly enthusiastic approach from everyone in the Lin Mansion suddenly changed the atmosphere from a vigorous battlefield, even the blood spilled on the ground seemed celebratory.

"Mr. Jiang!" Amid the joyous atmosphere, only Lin Madam rushed in pale-faced and disregarding etiquette, kneeling and pleading, "Mr. Jiang, please save my son Tianyou, he’s still young and lost his right arm, what will he do? You have spirit elixirs that can bring back the dead, please save my child and heal his arm!"

The smile on Lin Shuo’s face disappeared instantly, and he waved his hand indicating, "Madam is a bit overstressed, someone take her to rest."

Jiang Yuan was planning the next steps in his work, yet before he could respond, Bai Yunqi sneered coldly and glared, "Indeed, we haven’t pursued this thoroughly yet.

Little Chuan was in seclusion at the Silent Cultivation Tower, we were defending against external enemies, and during the heated battle, this kid dashed in and crashed into the bell, what was he trying to do?"

"He used a basic teleportation talisman, I’ve drawn many and am familiar with it." Yun Shu slightly leaned forward and added, "He must have wanted to teleport inside the Silent Cultivation Tower but was blocked by the Master’s Chaotic Heaven Bell."

Breaking in during someone’s seclusion, what else could it be?

Even an idiot could understand the implications.

Everyone turned their eyes to the revealed motive, excessive blood loss, carried by servants, Lin Tianyou, with eyes full of ridicule and disdain.

He even dared to provoke Mr. Jiang and his cohort! Didn’t he realize how he’d die? Don’t they see they can kill the Lin ancestor without a fuss, while the patriarch and others dare not utter a word, having even to praise their skill?

"I... I just wanted to help a bit..." Lin Tianyou barely managed to stop the bleeding from the broken arm, saved by healing medicine from his mother’s dowry, and barely regained his spirit to counter weakly.

Bai Yunqi glanced at the boy whose foundations were already unstable, now with a severed limb, though timely treated, it’s impossible for limb regrowth, without excellent cultivation conditions, he may never reach Foundation Establishment.

Unable to reach Foundation Establishment, what difference does he have from ordinary people?

He’s merely dragging a crippled body through a few dozen mediocre years, maybe leaving a fractured soul for reincarnation if fortunate, or utterly vanishing if unlucky.

Dealing seriously with such a useless person seems tedious. Without needing special punishment, living with a maimed body in numbing survival is already the harshest punishment for his greed.

"Ha!" Thinking of this, Bai Yunqi crossed his arms and coldly laughed without directly exposing him.

Lin Shuo’s old face flushed, feeling rather embarrassed.

So many people in the estate, yet this kid tried to break in affecting his good son’s seclusion. Though it didn’t succeed causing no impact, his face was tremendously lost!

"Ladies and gentlemen, it was my improper teaching that almost spoiled Mingchuan’s affairs, thanks to Mr. Jiang’s help for sparing his life. Starting today, Lin Tianyou is stripped of his surname, removed from the family register, and expelled from the Lin Mansion, never allowed in again."

He angrily proclaimed the decision, then turned with a smooth smile, saying warmly, "Mingchuan, he is your brother, and didn’t affect your seclusion much; is such a disposition adequate?"

Lin Shuo considered that if his good son or Mr. Jiang and others showed any dissatisfaction, he would immediately drag that rebellious child in and beat him to death!

Now he can’t afford to offend anyone but his good son and his supporters.

"He’s your biological son, can you bear it?" Wan Mingchuan was somewhat shocked, thinking no wonder his father remarried and bore children promptly after his mother and he went missing.

For this cold-blooded, heartless man, watching his grown biological son was less important than a dog, wouldn’t plead nor say a good word for his mistake, directly wanting him expelled?

Lin Shuo misunderstood, thinking his good son was unhappy and intentionally taunted, immediately gesturing, "Guard, apply family punishment, hit thirty board strikes, abolish cultivation, expel him to fend for himself!"

In such an injured state, thirty board strikes wouldn’t be finished without causing his death, which seems a fitting explanation to his good son.

"Father! Father, I know I’m wrong!" Lin Tianyou was both in pain and regretful, frightened and pale upon hearing this, he struggled to rise pleading, "Father, don’t expel me! Brother..."

He instinctively looked at Lin Tianzuo, seeing the slight upward curve of his lips, feeling a pit in his stomach, realizing he’d been set up, he turned to look at Wan Mingchuan, "Brother! For the sake of just exiting seclusion, how pleased you must be, ask Father for mercy and spare me this time, I know I’m wrong!"

The only one who might speak up for him, Lin Madam, had been dragged away with her mouth shut;

Lin Tianzuo didn’t even glance at his foolish brother, smiling softly, he said to Wan Mingchuan, "Brother, Father has dealt with that careless thing. Don’t bother with him. Celebrating your seclusion exit today is such great joy, don’t let it spoil. Please let Mr. Jiang and all the seniors enjoy the meal and rest. Tomorrow we’ll hold the celebration, and you’ll be the Lin Clan’s Young Patriarch, we..."

"Who agreed to be the Young Patriarch?" Wan Mingchuan interrupted with a cold face, dismissing the brother’s offering of praise, "This Lin Mansion, where I can’t find a decent magical artifact, holding basic talismans as treasures, and poor as a church mouse, why let me be Young Patriarch, what’s the meaning?

Hand me a mess, want to drain my blood to support the hundreds in your whole clan? You don’t look good, but your idea is pretty bold!"