Lin family annual meeting

Qianli Xue's arrival at the Lin Family immediately attracted many members of the Lin Family.

"It's Lin Feng returning. I wonder what realm he has reached now."

"Heh, what difference does his return make? He only embarrassed himself at the annual meeting. Now, the Lord's two children are extremely powerful. Lin Feng, even at the peak of the seventh level of the Martial Qi Realm, wouldn't stand a chance against them."

"Indeed, although this waste defeated Lin Yun last time, how could Lin Yun compare to the geniuses in the family? If I were him, I'd hide in the sect and never come out."

Many people privately discussed, mostly mocking Lin Feng behind his back. After all, Lin Feng was the young master of the Lin Family but happened to be a "waste."

At this moment, Lin Feng had already returned to his residence. The courtyard was not large but very clean, inhabited only by Lin Feng and his father, Lin Hai.

"Father." Lin Feng entered Lin Hai's room and saw his father painting. He called out.

"Xiaofeng, you're back." Lin Hai raised his head, set aside the painting, and a gentle smile appeared between his brows.

"Yeah, the annual meeting is in seven days. I deliberately rushed back to attend." Lin Feng glanced at the painting that Lin Hai had put away. In his memory, Lin Hai cherished tranquility, seemingly related to his hobby of painting, disliking disturbances. However, Lin Feng had never seen Lin Hai's paintings.

"Xiaofeng, you shouldn't attend this year's annual meeting. Let them cause a commotion." Lin Hai shook his head with a smile.

"Father, why is that?"

"Heh, this year's annual meeting, they are all targeting us father and son. I don't care, but Xiaofeng, you should be careful." Lin Hai sighed. The Lin Family had long changed. It was not very peaceful anymore. His two biological brothers, as well as some cousins and even some elders, had begun to plot. They were probably preparing to force him to abdicate at this annual meeting.

"Don't worry, father, I don't mind." Lin Feng shook his head. He had now reached the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Qi Realm. Even if those people wanted to go hard on him at the annual meeting, they would need the strength to do so.

"Hmm?" Lin Hai looked at his son with astonishment, seeing the confident look in Lin Feng's eyes, he couldn't help but smile. "Haha, I underestimated my son. Alright, let's see together how they plan to stir things up. They want my position, they need to show some real ability."

"But Xiaofeng, be careful at the annual meeting. It is said that Lin Qian has already broken through to the Spirit Martial Realm."

"It's not just hearsay, she has indeed broken through to the Spirit Martial Realm. However, it won't be so easy for her to harm me." Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light. Lin Qian had actually gone to the Yunhai Sect to get someone to take his life. As the annual meeting was now here, he wanted to see how Lin Qian planned to deal with him.

"Father, I'll go and cultivate now. Wake me up on the day of the annual meeting." Lin Feng took his leave. Although his cultivation was already strong, dealing with Lin Qian, who had the Ice and Fire Origin Martial Spirit, would require him to further improve his cultivation.

At this moment, outside the Lin Family's mansion, three Flame Horses swept in with a gust of wind. On the middle Flame Horse, Lin Qian wore a fiery red phoenix-tailed gown, which set off her extremely noble demeanor. Coupled with her cold and beautiful temperament, she was untouchable, aloof.

"Miss." The Lin Family's gatekeeper respectfully called out, much more polite than when dealing with Lin Feng. Their gazes didn't even dare to meet Lin Qian's, just her temperament alone made them feel inferior.

Without a glance sideways, Lin Qian rode the Flame Horse into the Lin Family's mansion, as proud as a princess. Two people wearing attire from the Bright Moon Sect followed closely behind.

"Miss is truly different now, superior in both temperament and beauty. In our Lin Family, no one surpasses Miss." A guard sighed after Lin Qian left.

"Of course, a Spirit Martial Realm powerhouse, how formidable. Miss is only sixteen, with limitless future prospects. She is far beyond comparison with the waste young master. Even Miss's friends are remarkable, elites of the Bright Moon Sect." Another person agreed. In their eyes, Lin Feng didn't even have the qualification to be compared with Lin Qian. One was the bright moon in the sky, while the other was a firefly on the ground, unable to shine. Lin Feng was destined to only look up to her.

Lin Qian's arrival, accompanied by two disciples of the Bright Moon Sect, instantly stirred up a storm in the Lin Family, more so than Lin Feng's arrival

. Being the center of attention, some elders and members of the Lin Family had already gone to greet the Lin Patriarch Lin Baodao's family. Lin Qian's future was limitless, far beyond what the Lin Family could compare to.

Therefore, many in the Lin Family were willing to do favors and help Lin Baodao ascend to the position of family head. In this way, with Lin Qian's rise to power, the Lin Family would gain glory, and those who helped Lin Baodao to the position of family head would also benefit.

Compared to the excitement over there, where Lin Feng resided seemed somewhat desolate. However, Lin Qian had not forgotten about Lin Feng. Her eyes seemed to penetrate through the thick walls, landing in the courtyard where Lin Feng lived, a flash of cold light passing by.

"This time, I will make you suffer." Lin Qian's heart was cold.

Two days later, Lin Baodao's eldest son, Lin Hong, also returned. Lin Hong had been cultivating at the Snow Shadow Villa. Although Snow Shadow Villa was not a sect, its strength was no weaker than that of the Yunhai Sect. It had a great reputation in the Snow Moon Country, and Snow Shadow Villa only accepted those who possessed the Ice and Snow Martial Spirit.

Upon his return, Lin Hong's cultivation had also greatly increased, reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Qi Realm, just one step away from entering the Spirit Martial Realm. This caused a sensation in the Lin Family. It seemed that the Lin Family was already under the control of Lin Baodao.

In addition to Lin Hong, some elders of the Lin Family and descendants of the collateral branches also returned, making the Lin Family, which was approaching the annual meeting, lively.

Especially in Lin Baodao's mansion, it was bustling with activity, as if Lin Baodao was the patriarch of the Lin Family.

As for the real owner of the Lin Family, Lin Hai, his residence was deserted, extremely quiet.

Finally, the day of the annual meeting arrived. Everyone in the Lin Family was somewhat excited. Another year had passed, and they wondered about the cultivation of the younger generations of the Lin Family, to which level their children belonged, and whether the Lin Family would produce exceptionally talented youngsters. Today, everything would be revealed.

For the high-level members of the Lin Family, today was destined to be an extraordinary day. Three months ago, someone had tried to make Lin Hai step down, but Lin Hai had forcefully suppressed everyone. Today, they were even better prepared, and those outside the Lin Family had also returned.

Lin Feng walked out of the door, looked up at the rising sun, and stretched lazily.

For Lin Feng, today was no different. He didn't care about being the family head. What he pursued was supreme martial arts. Only with strong strength could he have a say. The position of family head was just an illusory title. If your strength was strong enough, no one would dare to oppose you.

Lin Feng also knew that his father didn't care much about these things. Lin Hai was not a person who was obsessed with power. Otherwise, he would not have lived such a quiet and simple life. If there were no major issues in the Lin Family, he rarely even showed up, which gave others the opportunity to weaken his influence.

"Xiaofeng, finished practicing?" Lin Hai walked towards him, intending to wake him up.

"Yeah." Lin Feng nodded.

"Let's go." The two of them walked towards the martial arena where the annual meeting was being held.

The martial arena was crowded with countless people who had already arrived. When Lin Feng and Lin Hai arrived at the martial arena, many eyes instantly fell on them, each with different meanings.

"Lin Feng." Several cold eyes fell on Lin Feng. These eyes belonged to Lin Qian, Lin Yu, Lin Heng, and Lin Yun, whom Lin Feng had humiliated. Of course, there was also Lin Feng's third uncle, Lin Haoran. He had concealed the fact that Lin Heng had been crippled by Lin Feng, not wanting people to know. One was because he couldn't afford to lose face, and the other was because he didn't want to see Lin Feng and his son's pride.