Chapter 90 - 90 7 The Wounds on Father's Body

Chapter 90: Chapter 7 The Wounds on Father’s Body Chapter 90: Chapter 7 The Wounds on Father’s Body Lin Feng returned home, and the whole Lin Family bustled with excitement as everyone welcomed Lin Feng back with a feast to wash away the dust of travel.

Lin Feng’s return washed away the gloom in the hearts of the Lin Family members that had accumulated over time.

“Feng’er, how have these three years at Jialan Academy been?

Have you had enough money to spend every month?” Lin Cangqiong asked with concern.

“Everything’s been good, and the money’s been enough,” Lin Feng replied with a smile, but in truth, if one were to talk about money, there actually wasn’t enough.

To train in the Cultivation Tower, Lin Feng had to figure out his own ways to gather funds; he resolutely wouldn’t ask his family for money because supporting Lin Feng’s cultivation at Jialan Academy was already a great expense for the Lin Family.

The funds needed for training in the Cultivation Tower were beyond what the Lin Family could provide unless they sold off ancestral property.

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“Brother Feng, there must be many impressive figures at Jialan Academy, right?

I heard it gathers many young masters from aristocratic families,” a chubby boy said.

This boy was two years younger than Lin Feng, fourteen years old, and was named Lin Dong, the only son of Lin Feng’s Third Uncle, Lin Xiong.

“Yes, there are indeed many people, all with formidable strength,” Lin Feng nodded.

“Feng’er, how has your cultivation progressed at Jialan Academy?” Lin Feng’s third aunt asked.

This was a topic everyone cared about but some of the elders felt embarrassed to ask directly.

Yet this matter truly concerned the rise and fall of the Lin Family.

“Feng’er has not let the expectations of the elders down, and now, I have already broken through to the Martial Master Third Layer Heaven,” Lin Feng said.

“Ah…”

A chorus of gasps echoed throughout the hall.

Everyone wore an expression of utter shock.

The strongest person in the Lin Family was Clan Leader Lin Cangqiong, who was only in the Martial Master Eighth Layer Heaven.

And Lin Feng was only sixteen years old but had already broken through to the Martial Master Third Layer Heaven.

“Feng’er?

Is it really true?

Don’t play jokes on us,” the Second Elder said with a trembling voice.

“Feng’er would never dare deceive the elders.”

Lin Feng said, flicking his finger.

A stream of True Qi flew out of the great hall, instantly piercing through a rockery in the courtyard, which collapsed with a roar.

The release of True Qi!

A standard only achievable at the Martial Master Realm.

“Heaven blesses our Lin Family, heaven blesses our Lin Family.”

Some of the clan’s elders, with tears running down their cheeks, quietly wiped away their tears, extremely moved.

A family, with the emergence of a strong individual.

Perhaps, this could revitalize the clan.

“Feng’er, rest well when you return home today, and at the ancestral ceremony tomorrow, tell our ancestors and forefathers the good news that our Lin Family has finally produced an outstanding descendant,” Lin Cangqiong said.

“Yes, Grandfather…”

After the banquet dispersed, Lin Feng returned to his living quarters with his father, Lin Baitian.

“Cough cough…” Lin Baitian coughed violently, and he had been coughing ever since Lin Feng could remember.

“Father, are you alright?” Lin Feng asked with concern.

“It’s just an old problem, nothing serious,” Lin Baitian waved his hand.

Sitting at the table and brewing some fragrant tea, Lin Feng couldn’t help asking, “Father, has something happened to the family?”

“There have been some issues, but don’t worry, the elders will handle them,” Lin Baitian said with a smile.

“Is it the Su Family?” Lin Feng asked.

Lin Baitian nodded and said, “It’s the Su Family, who recently, for some reason, have been drifting away from our Lin and Wang families.”

Lin Feng sighed inwardly.

This matter still originated from the hostility in the relationship between Su Yuexi and myself.

Considering the alliance between the Lin and Su Families, Lin Feng had not sought to trouble Su Yuexi deliberately.

He also did not disclose to the elders in his family about what had happened in Jialan Academy, so as not to worry them.

However, it never crossed his mind that the Su Family would be the first to commit such an act of treachery.

Now, they seemed to have joined forces with the Bai Family, apparently planning to strike against the Lin Family.

A chilling intent to kill emerged in Lin Feng’s heart, “Su Family, you’d better not commit acts that betray my Lin Family, or else, I, Lin Feng, will eradicate your entire lineage!”

Family was everything to Lin Feng!

For the safety of his family, Lin Feng could do anything.

Even if it meant staining his hands with blood.

He spared no efforts in this regard.

“Father, given that the Su Family is growing increasingly distant from our Lin and Wang Families, we need to be wary of them to prevent a stab in the back,” Lin Feng said.

“Hmm, the clan has been on guard already, and it’s getting late.

You should rest early,” Lin Baitian said.

“Then, I shall take my leave.

You should also rest early, Father.” Lin Feng stood up and left his father’s room, then gently closed the door behind him.

“Long’er, our child has grown up…

truly grown up…”

After Lin Feng left, Lin Baitian muttered to himself as if falling into a sea of memories, revealing an expression of unbearable pain in his eyes.

Cough cough cough…

Lin Baitian started coughing violently.

He covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

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When the coughing finally ceased, there was a stain of fresh blood on the handkerchief.

“The Tao Injury is getting worse,” Lin Baitian murmured to himself.

His gaze became more profound, as if weighing the pros and cons, seemingly about to make a difficult decision.

After a long time, only a sigh was heard in the room.

Next door, hearing his father’s coughing, Lin Feng found it hard to fall asleep for a long time.

“Are you worried about your father?

Hehe, I wouldn’t have guessed.

You’re quite the filial son,” the Fire Kirin said.

“Don’t joke about my father,” said Lin Feng coldly.

“Your father has an injury inside his body, and it’s very serious.

Curing it won’t be an easy task,” the Fire Kirin said.

“What?

My father has an internal injury?”

Lin Feng suddenly sat up, his eyes staring intently at the Fire Kirin.

“Of course.

Did you think I would be mistaken?” The Fire Kirin curled its lips.

Lin Feng scrambled out of bed and rushed to the Fire Kirin’s side, saying, “For all these years, my father’s health has been declining day by day.

Since you’ve observed the injury on my father, you must be able to cure him, right?”

“Indeed, I have a method to cure your father.

It is a healing technique handed down from the Ancient Medicine God, long lost to time.

I reckon I’m the only one who knows this secret formula now.

But it requires a main herb, which you won’t be able to get,” the Fire Kirin said.

“What is needed?” Lin Feng asked.

“Jiaolong Treasure Blood!”

The Fire Kirin said.

The corners of Lin Feng’s mouth twitched violently.

The Jiaolong was a terrifying being capable of summoning storms, soaring amidst clouds and mist, traversing sea and sky, and moving mountains.

“With your talent, you may be able to cultivate to the Yin Yang Realm within a hundred years.

By then, it might be possible to acquire the Jiaolong Blood.

But a hundred years later, your father will have long passed,” the Fire Kirin said.

“Is there no way you could help me?” Lin Feng took a deep breath, asking with a seriousness he had never felt before.

In the darkness of the night, a pair of eyes belonging to the Fire Kirin glinted with fiery red light as it gazed at the determined young man before it.

The resilience, earnestness, and even the pleading expression shown for the sake of a loved one slightly moved the heart of the Fire Kirin, which had long been cold.

“Perhaps it’s worth a try, but some preparations are needed…”