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141: The Lin family is now beyond your reach.Lin Jingyu’s gaze was like a physical ice cone, scanning each of the Bandit Cultivators whose faces had changed color before finally pinning down Gong Yunyu, who was pale and trembling violently.

“Letting you off was already a great mercy, yet you still dare to deceive Senior? You’re quite bold—do you value Spirit Stones more than your own life?”

“You can try hiding them and see if you can walk out of the Lin Family in one piece.”

The invisible terror originating from the unknown “Senior Thunder Cultivator” was like an invisible giant hand choking Gong Yunyu’s throat.

His legs went weak, nearly collapsing again, as waves of shock crashed through his heart.

Could this Senior have mind-reading abilities? He actually discovered that he hadn’t handed over all the Spirit Stones.

It seemed that Senior’s Divine Thought had been enveloping this place all along!

At this thought, his liver and gall were split with fear, and he dared not take another chance.

“Senior, please appease your anger! Senior, please appease your anger!”

Gong Yunyu’s voice carried a sob as he practically scrambled to pull an exquisite sandalwood box out of his Storage Pouch.

He tremblingly opened the lid, revealing five Spirit Stones the size of a thumb. They were clear as crystal, with dense, milk-white Spiritual Qi swirling inside like a liquid.

They lay quietly on soft silk.

Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!

In an instant, they attracted everyone’s gaze. Even Liu Chengcai, whose heart was bleeding on the side, couldn’t help but swallow greedily.

“I... I was muddled! Greed blinded my heart! I kowtow to Senior to apologize and beg for forgiveness!”

Gong Yunyu held the small box high above his head with both hands, his posture humble to the point of being in the dust.

Immediately after, several other Bandit Cultivators with ashen faces and mournful expressions tremblingly dug out a good number of Spirit Stones from their Storage Pouches.

Among them were six equally tempting Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, which they had clearly tried to hide moments ago.

Lin Jingyu couldn’t help but lick his lips, his heart pounding wildly.

These were Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, the true hard currency of the cultivation world.

One was worth a hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and the Spiritual Qi they contained was incredibly pure, offering great benefits to one’s cultivation.

Some precious treasures and Medicinal Pills were only sold for Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.

Even Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage flocked to them.

He didn’t know where this Fourth Leader of the Black Wind Stockade had obtained them.

Were they his own resources, or were they obtained from robbing other Cultivators?

His face remained calm as he only nodded slightly, as if all of this was within his expectations: “I’ll trouble the Family Head to collect the items on the ground.”

Lin Lingshan snapped out of his daze and blinked hard before confirming that the mountain of wealth before him was not an illusion.

He felt light-headed, as immense joy and an unreal sense of absurdity intertwined to impact his mind.

Just a moment ago, it was a desperate situation of total ruin and Family destruction. In the blink of an eye, these ferocious devils were actually obediently offering such a massive amount of Spirit Stones?

Several thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones and eleven Mid-Grade Spirit Stones!

This was even more abundant than a century of accumulation in the Family treasury.

This was enough for the Lin Family to undergo a complete transformation!

He took a deep breath, suppressed his churning emotions, and tried to straighten his back as he walked over with large strides to begin collecting this heavy loot.

Every time he bent down and every time he put a Spirit Stone into the Storage Pouch, it carried a sense of power from venting his frustration.

The people from the Black Wind Stockade all held their breath, not even daring to breathe loudly. The scene was so quiet that only the crisp sound of Spirit Stones clinking and the wailing of the wind over the scorched earth remained.

Just as Lin Lingshan bent down to pick up the last few scattered Low-Grade Spirit Stones...

An extremely fawning, sickeningly sweet voice suddenly rang out, like a pebble thrown into thick air:

“Fellow Daoist Lin! Congratulations! Congratulations! This Opportunity of yours is truly... truly heaven-reaching! Your fortune is profound, and the Great Dao is within reach!”

Liu Chengcai’s face was piled with an exaggerated smile that almost squeezed out wrinkles. He gave a deep bow, keeping his posture extremely low.

“Since our two families have already formed a marriage alliance and signed a pact, we will surely be able to ride your coattails and soar upwards in the future...”

“Stop!”

Lin Jingyu interrupted unceremoniously, his voice cold as the winter wind in an ice cellar, the mockery on his face like a physical blade.

“Who is an ally with your Liu Family?”

His gaze was like lightning, sharply scanning the pale and green faces of the Liu Family members.

“Didn’t you just tearfully complain in front of the Fourth Leader? Saying that the alliance was only to plot against my Lin Family’s pitiful foundation.”

“You intended to swallow my Lin Family whole, skin and bones! You are not allies with my Lin Family, but enemies! Is that not so?”

His voice suddenly rose, carrying the weight of thunderous interrogation. Every word was like a whip lashing against the faces of the Liu Family.

Liu Chengcai’s face instantly turned the color of pig liver, then quickly faded to a deathly pale.

Earlier, to clear his name and save his life, he had indeed laid bare his and the Liu Family’s wretched intentions; his dignity had long been tossed into a sewer.

Being exposed in public now, especially in front of the Lin Family members they had just looked down upon, was more humiliating than being flayed alive.

Shame, regret, and a hint of rage at being played swirled in his heart, making him wish he could kill himself on the spot.

He never expected that in just the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the situation would completely reverse.

Even the Black Wind Stockade had been dealt with and made submissive.

While he was in the depths of shame and indignation, the Sixth Elder’s weak and urgent voice transmission reached his ears:

“Chengcai, what are you standing there for! While no one is paying attention to us, go take our things back. Let’s go quickly, this place is dangerous and not suitable for staying!”

This voice was like a life-saving straw. A flash of wild joy and urgency instantly crossed Liu Chengcai’s eyes.

That’s right!

The Black Wind Stockade has backed down. If I don’t take back the items now, then when?

As long as I get the things back, today’s great humiliation... there will be a time to settle the score.

Ignoring everything else, he suddenly stood up and, with a near-greedy urgency, rushed toward the pile of property belonging to the Liu Family.

His gaze was fixed on his own Storage Pouch, which was embroidered with an exquisite Ice-Cloud Pattern, as if it were his last shred of dignity and hope.

His hand, with a trace of unnoticeable trembling, suddenly grabbed for the pouch.

“Hmph!” A cold snort exploded in his ears like muffled thunder.

An irresistible palm wind, carrying a weight as heavy as a mountain, struck without warning from the side.

Liu Chengcai only felt an unstoppable force slam hard into his ribs.

His protective Spiritual Qi shattered like paper, and intense pain accompanied the sensation of being tossed into the clouds.

He was thrown back like a kite with a broken string, slamming onto the hard ground over ten feet away with a thud, sending dust flying.

His internal organs felt displaced, and a sweetness rose in his throat as he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He scrambled to prop himself up, looking up in shock and anger.

He saw Lin Lingshan standing before the pile of wealth like a mountain. He had just withdrawn his palm, and a yellowish light seemed to flash beneath his bronze-colored skin.

The Lin Family Head’s face no longer held its previous honesty; in its place was a heavy majesty and an undisguised sneer.

A cold arc hung at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were disdainful, as if looking at a rat trying to steal food.