After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

"Father!" Lin Fengchen exclaimed excitedly, "This time, we'll make sure he never leaves alive!"

But then he seemed to remember something, and a look of worry crossed his face:

"But Father... if we take action directly, those old fogies in the clan will probably stop us again, just like last time..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuanhao's smile froze instantly.

A shadow crossed his eyes.

This was indeed a thorn in his side.

Lin Fengmian's father, Lin Yuandong, was the top expert in the Lin family back then. He led the clan members to expand their territory and made great achievements, winning the hearts of the people.

Although he seized the position of family head after his disappearance, those old folks still harbor resentment towards him to this day.

If he were to openly kill Lin Yuandong's only son,

Even if those old guys don't rebel, they will never let this go.

Lin Yuanhao pondered for a moment, then a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes:

"It's alright, this time you go and duel him!"

"Huh?" Lin Fengchen was taken aback. "Father, I..."

"What? You can't even beat that five-elemental-root trash?"

"No, no!" Lin Fengchen quickly waved his hands, "It's just that, Father, I'm still injured, and I really don't have the strength..."

"What's so difficult about that?"

Lin Yuanhao sneered, took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, and tossed it to his son:

"This is a breakthrough pill I bought for you with the clan's money! After taking it, you can directly break through to the twelfth level of Qi Refining!"

Lin Fengchen took the jade bottle, his eyes bursting with wild joy!

Breakthrough Pill!

This is a rare elixir that can help people break through to a higher realm without any side effects!

He quickly uncorked the bottle and poured out a pill the size of a longan, pure white in color.

"Thank you, Father!"

Lin Yuanhao nodded in satisfaction and then took out another item from his pocket.

It was a long sword with a pale golden light emanating from its entire body, and its blade was narrow and long.

"This is..." Lin Fengchen's pupils contracted.

"This is your good uncle's magical weapon, the 'Golden Edge Sword'," Lin Yuanhao sneered.

"After he disappeared, this sword fell into my hands. Today, I'll give it to you."

He paused, his voice as cold as ice:

"Remember, I don't want you to have beaten him. I want... a fatal blow!"

"In front of the entire clan, kill Lin Yuanshan's only son on the life-or-death stage!"

"Let those old fogies see for themselves who the Lin family's hope and future truly are!"

Lin Fengchen took the Golden Edge Sword and felt the sharp edge emanating from its blade.

"Father, rest assured, Lin Fengmian's death is imminent!"

After Lin Fengmian settled Nangong Li,

We arrived at Qingzhu Mountain in the afternoon.

Sunlight filters through layers of bamboo, casting dappled shadows on the mountain path.

In the distance, the Lin family's protective mountain array glowed with a faint spiritual light.

He stood outside the great formation, looking at the familiar mountain gate, a mix of emotions welling up inside him.

Three years.

Three years ago, he was thrown out of this door by Lin Yuanhao's men like trash, suffering severe injuries and nearly dying at the foot of the mountain.

Three years later, he returned.

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath and walked towards the mountain gate.

"Halt! Who dares to trespass on the Lin family property...?"

The two young disciples guarding the mountain gate noticed someone approaching and immediately shouted at them alertly.

But when their gaze fell on the newcomer's face, one of them suddenly froze, and his voice abruptly stopped.

"This...this looks a bit like Brother Fengmian?"

The other person also stared wide-eyed, carefully examining the young man in the blue robe before him.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a handsome face, and a composed demeanor... although he had matured considerably compared to my memory, his features and expression were clearly...

"Brother Fengmian?! It really is Brother Fengmian!"

The two exclaimed almost simultaneously, their faces filled with disbelief.

They quickly turned around and frantically made hand seals to open a portal in the mountain-protecting formation.

"Brother Fengmian! Come in quickly!"

Lin Fengmian stepped inside, and at the same time, a subtle spiritual energy quietly spread out behind him, transforming into a gentle breeze that silently merged into the surroundings.

He looked up at the two young disciples, and two youthful faces came to mind.

The forest wind rises, the forest wind shines.

Back when I was still living in the Lin family, he was my playmate.

They're always following me around.

Now, he has grown into a teenager.

"The wind rises, the wind shines, it's been a long time." Lin Fengmian smiled slightly.

When they heard him call their names, they were so excited that their faces turned bright red.

"Brother Fengmian! You still remember us!"

"Of course I remember." Lin Fengmian nodded.

After the three reminisced for a while, Lin Fengqi suddenly remembered something, and the smile on his face vanished, replaced by deep worry:

"Brother Fengmian, why are you back? You'd better leave quickly! If Lin Yuanhao finds out, he'll definitely not let you off!"

"Yes, Brother Fengmian!"

Lin Fengliang quickly echoed, lowering his voice,

"In the three years you were gone, Lin Yuanhao seized control of the family, and those of us close to you were severely suppressed. Coming back now is like walking into a trap!"

"Hurry up, Fengmian! As long as we're alive, we can always fight another day! We all believe Uncle Yuandong is still alive, and we'll need you to save him in the future!"

The two of them talked back and forth, wishing they could push Lin Fengmian out of the mountain gate immediately.

Looking at their anxious expressions, Lin Fengmian felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He chuckled softly and shook his head:

"It's alright. I'm here to settle accounts with Lin Yuanhao."

"What?!"

The two were taken aback at first, then became even more anxious.

"Brother Fengmian, don't be impulsive!"

"Yeah! Lin Yuanhao is already at the Foundation Establishment stage, and he has a whole bunch of lackeys under him. How are you going to fight him?"

Lin Fengmian wanted to say something more, but suddenly his expression changed, and his gaze turned to the depths of the family.

The next moment, a streak of azure light shot into the sky and arrived in front of the three people in a few breaths.

The light faded, revealing a middle-aged cultivator dressed in a brocade robe with a fake smile on his face.

"Oh my, what a rare guest! What brings you back today? I'm so sorry for not welcoming you properly!"

The newcomer wore a forced smile, his triangular eyes scanning Lin Fengmian up and down, his tone sarcastic.

Lin Fengmian's memories surged, and he immediately recognized the person.

Lin Chenbo, Lin Yuanhao's most loyal lackey, was the one who personally threw him out of the mountain gate back then.

"Hehe, Lin Chenbo, how did I become a 'guest'?"

Lin Fengmian did not back down, meeting his gaze with neither servility nor arrogance, and said...

"I remember, am I not the young master of the Lin family?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chenbo's fake smile froze instantly.

He was slightly surprised—how dare this little brat speak like that? And even dare to call him by his full name?!

A sense of offense and humiliation welled up inside Lin Chenbo, his face darkened, and he let out a cold snort:

"Very well, young master? Heh, I am acting on the orders of the current head of the Lin family, and I request that you come to the family council hall!"