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

He deliberately emphasized the word "current" with a mocking look in his eyes.

"Uncle Chenbo..."

Lin Fengqi and Lin Fengliang wanted to say something more on behalf of Lin Fengmian.

But Lin Chenbo glared at him and shut him down.

"Shut up! Who gave you the right to speak here!"

The two dared not speak their anger, and could only look at Lin Fengmian with worry.

Lin Fengmian simply smiled lightly, his expression calm:

"The clan chief is truly impressive. Let's go then."

Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, Lin Chenbo sneered inwardly.

I thought this little beast would have improved in three years, but it turns out he's still as reckless and ignorant as ever.

I'd like to see how long you can keep up this act in the council hall!

He ignored Lin Fengmian and soared into the air, transforming into a streak of light as he flew back to the depths of his family.

Lin Fengmian strode confidently toward the council hall.

Along the way, we encountered many members of our tribe.

When someone saw him, they looked surprised, then their eyes reddened, and they hesitated to speak.

Some people, upon seeing his arrival, immediately began to whisper and sneer, their eyes filled with schadenfreude.

Lin Fengmian paid no attention to this and simply looked at the scenery around him.

This place holds so many of his memories.

Before long, the council hall was in front of us.

The hall doors were wide open, and the faint sounds of people talking could be heard from inside.

Lin Fengmian stepped inside.

Inside the hall, many elders of the Lin family had already gathered.

Several elderly men with white hair, who were near the front, burst into tears when they saw Lin Fengmian enter.

"Young Master... the Young Master has returned..."

On the other side, several unfamiliar faces wore expressions of disdain and cold eyes.

Lin Fengmian understood perfectly – these people must be the lackeys that Lin Yuanhao had promoted over the past three years.

If he had returned any later, there might not have been a single elder left in the council hall who was on his side.

At the top of the hall, a middle-aged man sat in the main seat, exuding the pressure of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator.

It is none other than the current head of the Lin family, Lin Yuanhao.

At this moment, he was staring at Lin Fengmian with undisguised hostility, his eyes revealing a hint of murderous intent.

Behind him stood a man, none other than Lin Fengchen, who had been blasted away by Lin Fengmian's punch at Wanbao Pavilion that day.

Lin Yuanhao gave a wink to the person next to him.

The man immediately understood, stepped forward, pointed at Lin Fengmian's nose, and cursed:

"Lin Fengmian! You jinx, you little beast! How dare you come back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many lackeys immediately echoed his sentiments:

"That's right! Lin Fengmian, I heard you had someone beat up Young Master Fengchen! Do you know that Young Master Fengchen is the most promising member of our Lin family this generation! He's our family's hope!"

"Hmph, I think he was just jealous of Young Master Fengchen's talent, that's why he resorted to such a vicious act!"

"How could the Lin family produce such a heartless and ungrateful wretch!"

A chorus of insults rose and fell.

Several elders of the Lin family were furious and wanted to speak up, but their voices were drowned out by the lackeys.

Lin Fengmian stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

At this moment, in his eyes, these people were nothing more than a bunch of clowns jumping around, like wild dogs barking on the roadside.

He ignored the stray dogs barking at him.

His gaze swept over the elderly men who spoke up for him, memorizing their faces one by one.

Seeing his nonchalant demeanor, Lin Yuanhao's anger intensified.

This little brat, what makes him so calm? Does he think he's still the young master he used to be?!

He snorted coldly, his voice gloomy:

"Lin Fengmian! You used vicious methods to injure my son, and now you dare to set foot in the Lin family? Do you think I, Lin Yuanhao, dare not kill you?!"

"Chieftain, please calm down! There must be some misunderstanding!"

The elders were very anxious and immediately spoke up.

Seeing this, Lin Fengchen stepped forward and sneered:

"A misunderstanding? You old fogies dare to protect the murderer who attacked your own cousin?"

He turned to Lin Fengmian, head held high, his attitude arrogant:

"Lin Fengmian, not only did you attack me that day, you also stole the magical flying sword I bought! Liu Yiyi was there too, she can testify!"

"If you hand over that flying sword today, kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, and cut off your own arm, I'll spare you this time!"

His tone was condescending, as if he had already completely dominated Lin Fengmian.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian scoffed:

"Heh, Lin Fengchen, you really have no shame whatsoever. Should I go to Wanbaoge right now and ask Manager Liu to come and tell me in person who bought that magical flying sword?"

Lin Fengchen's expression changed.

Lin Fengmian stopped looking at him, his gaze passing over him and landing directly on Lin Yuanhao in the main seat. His voice suddenly turned cold:

"And you, Lin Yuanhao, you old piece of trash. I'm back today to settle accounts with you!"

"I want to clean house for my father!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it resounded like thunder in the hall.

All the elders were stunned.

Is this still the same cowardly and timid Lin Fengmian?!

How dare he... how dare he speak to the clan leader like that?!

Lin Yuanhao slammed his hand on the table, abruptly stood up, and unleashed the oppressive aura of someone in the early stages of Foundation Establishment:

"They've rebelled! They've really rebelled!"

He pointed at the elders, his anger turning into a mocking laugh:

"You old fogies, take a good look! This is the good-for-nothing you're protecting! He attacked his own clansman just three days ago, and today he's showing such disrespect to me, the clan leader!"

His body surged with spiritual energy, and his killing intent was undisguised:

"I shouldn't have spared your life that day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he actually prepared to make a move!

"Let's see who dares!"

A furious shout suddenly rang out!

A figure swept into the hall like a streak of light, blocking Lin Fengmian's path.

The newcomer was a middle-aged cultivator whose face bore a resemblance to Lin Fengmian, and who exuded the aura of someone in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.

Lin Fengmian felt a surge of warmth upon seeing who it was.

Lin Yuanshan, his father's younger brother, his second uncle.

The reason I didn't die at Lin Yuanhao's hands back then was entirely because my second uncle risked his life to protect me.

"Second Uncle..."

"Fengmian, is it really you!"

Lin Yuanshan turned his head, looked at him, his eyes slightly red.

"Good boy, you're finally back!"

He then turned to Lin Yuanhao, glaring at him angrily:

"Lin Yuanhao! This is my elder brother's only son. If you dare to bully him today, I, Lin Yuanshan, will be the first to object!"

Lin Yuanhao's expression darkened.

Lin Yuanshan's cultivation level was the same as his own, both at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

If a fight really breaks out, I might not gain much advantage.

Moreover, although those old guys were suppressed, if he really killed Lin Yuandong's only son in public, there was no guarantee they wouldn't act desperately.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and snorted coldly:

"Fine! I can refrain from attacking him. But he injured my son, what about that? Does my son, Lin Yuanhao's son, deserve to be injured for no reason?"

After saying that, he gave Lin Fengchen behind him a wink.

Lin Fengchen immediately stepped forward, pointed at Lin Fengmian, and shouted:

"Lin Fengmian! Do you dare to fight me and settle this score?!"