Chapter 34:One-third !

Unable to participate in the power struggle within the clan Lin Yun was left was no choice but to leave.

Observing this, the other young masters of the Lin Clan began exchanging delighted conversations, certain that Lin Yang must have gained significant benefits from the encounter.

Meanwhile, the Lin Clan's young masters and even the hidden elders were mobilizing their forces. Their eyes gleamed with determination as they discreetly dispatched their trusted subordinates, vowing to capture Lin Yang.

More and more experts at the Middle Stage of the Spirit Awakening Realm flocked to the outskirts of the Black Forest Mountain, intensifying the search efforts.

Unbeknownst to them, the movements of the Lin Clan had garnered the attention of other major powers who had been monitoring their every move.

Among these powers were the Qin Clan and the Ning Clan, who had deployed their own spies to investigate the cause of the Lin Clan's frequent mobilizations.

Meanwhile, Lin Yang pressed on, heading deeper into the Black Forest Mountain. He was not veering off his course out of fear or to escape; he was not the kind of person to back down after suffering a loss.

Fuelled by Lin Clan's Patrerach plot and the relentless pursuit of the Lin Clan, anger surged within him. He was filled with a burning desire for revenge. Even if someone were to plead for his mercy, he would not yield. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it to be ruthless.

His decision to venture into the heart of the mountain was a strategic move to elude the Lin Clan's search. He understood the art of avoiding danger and would not willingly walk into a trap. It would be foolish to engage in a blind fight against a prepared enemy. His intention was to escape the encirclement, seize the initiative, and turn the tables on his pursuers.

For days on end, Lin Yang, disguised as the shadow of the night, weaved back and forth on the outskirts of the mountain. He spent his days in hiding, resting to evade the Lin Clan's expert search teams. Every night, he would return from the depth of the mountain, silently eliminating the experts sent to capture him.

In just three days, the number of search teams from the Lin Clan that fell at his hands was no less than thirty. Shockingly, he left over two hundred and sixty elite disciples of the Lin Clan either gravely injured or dead.

This number was nothing short of astonishing.

The Lin Clan boasted having eight hundred elite disciples, and Lin Yang's vengeance had claimed the lives of nearly one-third of their finest warriors.

The Lin Clan paid a steep price for their insatiable greed.

He had become the relentless nightmare that haunted the disciples of the Lin Clan, a nemesis from which they could not escape. The enmity between Lin Yang and the Lin Clan had escalated to a point where neither party would rest until one of them breathed their last breath.

In the past few days, Lin Yang had keenly sensed the changes unfolding on the outskirts of the mountains. Disciples from the Qin Clan who were below the middle stage of the Spirit Awakening Realm had already started retreating, a clear indication of the severe losses the Lin Clan had suffered.

Unconcerned of the developments outside, Lin Yang focused on sorting through the loot he had acquired from his deadly encounters. His spoils were unexpectedly abundant. As the saying goes, good fortune comes as a result of an unexpected windfall, and even a horse won't grow fat without nightly feeding.

Having vanquished over thirty teams of Lin Clan elites, he had obtained dozens of banknotes worth a thousand taels of silver, as well as numerous banknotes worth a hundred taels of silver. In total, he had amassed nearly a hundred thousand taels of silver, a staggering sum comparable to the tax revenues of a large city. Not included in this figure were the silver pieces that Lin Yang had discarded, which likely amounted to an even greater value.

Additionally, he had come across more than thirty bottles of Essence Revolving Pills and dozens of secret manuals. Although the secret manuals held minimal value and had multiple repetitions, they were still a welcomed addition to his collection.

Searching for a secluded cave on a mountain peak within the range, Lin Yang concealed the silver notes, secret manuals, and pills, keeping only a few on his person. From his personal stash, he retrieved a bottle of Spirit Revolving Pills. Swallowing one pill, he began his customary practice of operating his fist technique, feasting on the pill's potent effects. Crackling sounds reverberated within the cave as his bones adjusted, unleashing a surge of fiery energy.

During these recent days, aside from venturing out each night to confront Lin Clan disciples, Lin Yang would consume a few pills upon his return. He would then refine their energy through practicing his fist and foot techniques. His victims became stepping stones to stabilize and strengthen his own power.

Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain within the Lin Clan's encampment, Lin Ming's face darkened with a mixture of gloom and frustration. The young masters beneath him fell into a strained silence, some of them even sporting pale complexions. Their eyes betrayed emotions of unwillingness, anger, and fear.

None of them could have anticipated that within a few short days, the Lin Clan would suffer such a devastating setback at the hands of a former loser they had once looked down upon. Lin Yang's counterattack was brutally ferocious, stabbing at the heart of the Lin Clan repeatedly like a razor-sharp blade.

In just three days, the Lin Clan had lost nearly one-third of their elite disciples. The magnitude of this loss was incomprehensibly horrifying. One-third of the elite disciples formed the backbone of so many of the Lin Clan's assets. With their fall, a part of the Lin Clan's foundation crumbled, akin to ripping out a chunk of flesh from their very being.

The most terrifying reality lay in the far-reaching consequences. The repercussions extended to the caravans and shops the Lin Clan had established in other locations. If not for the intervention of the Lin Clan's higher-ups and the timely appearance of the patriarch to maintain control, the Lin Clan would have been on the verge of complete collapse.

A single individual had single-handedly struck a death blow to an entire clan, a feat that was nothing short of a fantastical tale.