Chapter 35: Fortune

Lin Ming massaged his throbbing temples, his headache worsening with each passing moment. Who would have imagined that Lin Yang would prove so stubborn and resilient?

His retaliatory strikes were both terrifying and relentless. Not only had he managed to evade the Lin Clan's tightly woven net, but he had also orchestrated surprise counterattacks.

In that moment, Lin Han, seated below him, erupted in anger. "It's all because of that worthless Sixth Brother! If he hadn't made such a mess of things, the clan wouldn't have been so careless as to scatter our elite disciples, giving that little bastard Lin Yang the chance to kill!"

"You can't put all the blame on Sixth Brother. He only led his own men in the search. He isn't the one making decisions for the clan or mobilizing our elites!" interjected a collateral disciple, casting a sidelong glance at Lin Shu, who sat there silently with eyes fixed on the ground. He was one of Lin Shu's trusted men.

Soon, another disciple rose, launching into a scathing critique. The tension in the large tent thickened, the air heavy with animosity.

In a corner of the tent, a few elders watched the scene with a sense of sorrow. Even in this critical moment, the young masters were still bickering among themselves, desperately shirking responsibility and attacking each other. It was a disheartening indication of the Lin Clan's decline.

The only figure in the tent who remained silent was Lin Ming.

Lin Ming was burdened with indescribable anguish. Although he hadn't been the one to initiate the pursuit, he was the one calling the shots now.

While the brothers argued and pointed fingers, beneath the surface, they were all subtly shifting blame onto him, the future leader of the Lin Clan.

Throughout the Lin Clan, whispers were growing louder, implicating him in the clan's downfall. He had once been touted as the beacon of the Lin Clan's revival.

Now, in the wake of such immense losses, many people whispered and questioned behind his back.

The hard-earned respect and prestige he had built up were now under immense scrutiny. Lin Yang's counterattack had not only dealt a devastating blow to the Lin Clan, but it had also struck at him, the future leader.

Vaguely, Lin Ming understood that if he failed to capture Lin Yang this time and seize the opportunity, he would face an unimaginable backlash.

He had reason to believe that when the Lin Clan's members, still seething with unvented anger, had no other outlet, they would point their accusatory spears at him. He would become the scapegoat blamed for the Lin Clan's decline.

"Don't worry, Young Master, we still have a chance! Once the law enforcement team captures Lin Yang, you can seize his opportunity, and all the looming crises will be resolved," a confidant reassured Lin Ming with a hopeful smile.

Despite his anger, Lin Ming remained composed, attentively listening to his loyal companion's words. Indeed, the confidant's sentiments echoed his own inner thoughts.

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed across Lin Ming's face as he ground his teeth together. "You're right, that wretched Lin Yang is nothing compared to me. How could he possibly measure up to my abilities? I refuse to believe that he can outsmart the law enforcement team. Sooner or later, everything he possesses will belong to me!"

"Master, you have not misjudged him!" Lin Zhong, the hunchbacked butler, stepped forward from the shadows, his gentle demeanor and kind smile providing reassurance. "What kind of person is Lin Yang? Just a lowly individual. What qualifications does he have to hold onto such a stroke of luck? Even if he cleverly acquired some temporary benefits, he won't be able to retain them for long. In less than a day, all his gains will rightfully belong to the Seventh Young Master. Lin Yang is destined to become nothing more than a stepping stone for you, Young Master. Only you can lead the Lin Clan and elevate its strength."

Lin Ming, nodding in agreement, regained his confidence and pride as he stared at Lin Zhong. The elderly butler continued, speaking with a faint smile, "In his youth, the Old Master encountered a peerless expert who bestowed invaluable guidance. This sage proclaimed that within three generations of the Lin Clan, a leader would inevitably rise, leading the clan to its peak. That leader is none other than the Seventh Young Master."

"This peerless expert possesses the power to reshape the world. His every word is the embodiment of divine providence. It is certain that his prophecies shall never be wrong. Do not fret, Seventh Young Master!"

Lin Ming's eyes sparkled with renewed assurance and pride at these words.

The hunchbacked old man, Lin Zhong, basked in satisfaction, a smile etched on his face. "Though Lin Yang has temporarily tapped into the Dao of Fortune, his fortune shall ultimately converge upon the Seventh Young Master. The members of the Law Enforcement Hall have already made their arrangements. It is only a matter of time before we capture him and wrest the Dao of Fortune from his grasp. Once that is accomplished, the Seventh Young Master can confidently rise above and claim his rightful place among the heavens!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the depths of the Wilderness, within a concealed cave, a tempestuous aura pervaded the atmosphere as Qi and blood surged like a raging river. A figure, agile and swift like a tyrannical eagle, danced within the confines of the cavern. Each punch and kick emanated an overwhelming force and vitality.

Transforming into a majestic Peng beast, the figure's movements resonated with the resounding thunder. The amalgamation of Qi and blood created a symphony of power, as if the very essence of spring thunder coursed through their veins.

With a reverberating bang, the figure abruptly transitioned from ceaseless motion to profound stillness. The rise and fall of the chest mirrored the rhythmic bellows, harmonizing with the rumbling thunder, forging an unyielding fortitude within the depths of the internal organs.

As the figure's intensity reached its zenith, wisps of steam began to rise from the crown of their head, enveloping their countenance in a crimson hue reminiscent of a blistering prawn.

Puff!

At once, the figure's eyes flew open, his mouth parted, and a faint black arrow of Qi protruded forth. Astonishingly, this ethereal projectile pierced through the solid stone wall with a sizzling sound, leaving behind a mark of its formidable strength.

Emerging from the morning sun, revealed before its glow, stood a lithe and slender form. Pale skin clung to a frame exuding an air of elegance, akin to a glistening, razor-sharp blade poised for battle. Shoulder-length ebony tresses flowed like a cascading waterfall, while eyes brimming with authority opened with a hint of supremacy.

With a graceful sweep of his arm, the figure unleashed his flawless complexion, akin to white jade polished to perfection. An iridescent sheen adorned his skin, as if crafted meticulously, rendering him an exquisite masterpiece of artistry.

Drawing in a deep breath, the figure's bloodstream surged forth like a torrential river descending from the celestial realm, its resounding echo reminiscent of the thunderous arrival of spring. The essence of life filled every fiber of his being, manifesting an unparalleled vitality.

Utilizing his own fingernail as a tool, he etched a precise incision beneath his skin. Remarkably, he beheld the mesmerizing sight of blood coursing through the cut, yet not a single droplet escaped its confines.

As if his very essence was in harmony, his Qi suppressed and restrained the Essence Qi within. With indomitable will, he extracted a solitary droplet of blood. This sublime bead possessed a viscosity likened to a precious jewel, its composition formed through the enigmatic interplay of two opposing forces, seamlessly intertwined in breathtaking unity.

The Eternal Twilight Physique—such was the extraordinary constitution he acquired after consuming the divine pill.

Transcending the limits of the Yin and Yang Physique, the Eternal Twilight Physique granted Lin Yang an extraordinary and rare constitution.

This unparalleled cultivation of his body enabled him to comprehend and cultivate the ethereal essences of light and darkness. But it went beyond that, empowering him to grasp the intricate nuances of the Yin and Yang essence, the celestial majesty of the stars and constellations, and even the very essence of life and death.

His skin radiated a soft incandescence, as if kissed by the ethereal interplay of light and darkness. The fusion of these opposing forces created an aura of enigmatic power. Every motion he made epitomized grace and control, as though he possessed the wisdom and sagacity of the ancient sages.

"The purity of this blood is unrivaled. With the infusion of Spiritual Qi, this blood pearl holds great potential. If I continue to refine it, I may be able to unlock the mysteries of the blood law and unleash unforeseen transformations. Legend speaks of a boundless sea of blood hidden within the depths of the domain, an ocean formed by a single droplet shed by an ancient primordial being!"