Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

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Feeling the intense fluctuations of the Golden Wind Sword, it indeed was a genuine Second Order Superior Magic Artifact, much stronger than their Jin Family's Thousand Blood Blade.

Jin Zhiying's face changed, and he immediately became cautious.

Lin Shikang gazed at the ancestral relic in front of him with pride. It was known that for nearly two hundred years, the Lin Family had not wielded the Golden Wind Sword, keeping it as the treasure of the clan, daring not to use it lightly.

The Golden Wind Sword had played a significant role in the Lin Family's enduring legacy after the ancestor's passing.

After fighting fiercely for more than a dozen rounds, Lin Shikang was very clear that relying only on himself and the Soul-eating Spider, the hope of defeating Jin Zhiying was slim.

The moment of life and death had arrived, and if he didn't use it now, the Lin Family would likely have a hard time surviving.

Once Lin Shikang grabbed hold of the Golden Wind Sword, the blade trembled slightly, as if resonating.

Lin Shikang infused copious amounts of spiritual power and slashed furiously at Jin Zhiying several times.

Three streaks of Golden Sword Qi flew directly towards Jin Zhiying, ripping open a fissure in the ground and devouring a good amount of the air.

As soon as Lin Shikang made a move, the Soul-eating Spider beside him let out a piercing cry, spitting out several strands of spider silk towards Jin Zhiying.

Jin Zhiying, who was about to counterattack, suddenly paused as his divine sense inexplicably experienced a sharp pain, clearly affected by the sonic attack of the Soul-eating Spider.

The sonic attack from the Second Order Late Phase Soul-eating Spider was indeed strange; if it were fighting a Foundation Establishment Sixth Level cultivator, it could probably easily influence them for a moment.

And the effect of a moment, with the speed of the Soul-eating Spider, would allow it to easily close in for an attack.

Jin Zhiying steadied his spirit, cast aside the distractions in his mind, and after regaining some composure, he did not dare to delay. He shifted to the side and appeared several meters away, avoiding the spider silk attack of the Soul-eating Spider.

After stabilizing his posture, Jin Zhiying wielded the Thousand Blood Blade, slashing wildly several times, and three streaks of blood-red Blade Qi collided with the Golden Sword Qi.

"Boom..."

The explosive sounds spread throughout Green Bamboo Mountain.

The explosion from the clash between the two Second Order Superior Magical Treasures shattered several houses next to the gate in an instant, and the surrounding Qingling Bamboo fell in swathes.

After the full-force strike, Lin Shikang was knocked back more than ten meters before he could stabilize his posture. A mouthful of fresh blood surged up, which he forcefully swallowed back down, leaving only a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Jin Zhiying was similarly knocked back a few meters, his breath in disarray, which he quickly calmed.

Neither of them continued to probe, and they clashed again. The Soul-eating Spider kept shooting out strands of spider silk, trying to bind Jin Zhiying's body.

Unknowingly, the fierce battle between them went for dozens of rounds, and the fight had reached a critical stage.

As time passed, both sides' spiritual power and magical treasures were consumed greatly, breaking the long standstill.

Because Lin Shihua's cultivation was too low, even with Sun Dingfeng's help, he was no match for Jin Zhiping. After struggling to defend for a while, his spiritual power was nearly depleted.

Seizing the opportunity, Jin Zhiping delivered a fierce strike. Lin Shihua's spiritual power bottomed out, and his dodging speed was greatly reduced. He couldn't avoid it in time and hurriedly took out a Minor Shield Spirit Instrument to protect himself.

After an explosion...

The Minor Shield shattered, the Blade Qi pierced through it, striking Lin Shihua on the shoulder.

"Shihua!"

Lin Shikang's face turned pale as he couldn't help but call out.

Lin Shihua's body flew out like a kite with its string cut, eventually crashing into a large decorative rock.

The rock crumbled, revealing Lin Shihua's figure.

Lin Shihua lay in the crater, with a fist-sized bloody hole in his entire left shoulder, and not only that, his left arm was also torn off.

His face was pale as he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, struggled to stand, and was about to counterattack when he fell again, lapsing into unconsciousness.

The injuries were too severe, his spiritual power was entirely depleted, and it was fortunate he did not die on the spot, as he was unable to fight any longer.

Lin Shihua's injuries shook the hearts of all the Lin Family Members.

On the ground, Lin Shiji and Lin Shixin unleashed their full power in one strike, driving back several Jin Family cultivators and immediately rushed to Lin Shihua's side.

Lin Shiji unleashed his full power, delivering several sword strikes, holding off the approaching Jin Family Members.

Lin Shixin picked up the gravely wounded and unconscious Lin Shihua, his expression anxious, repeatedly calling out:

"Twelfth brother..."

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He called out several times, but there was no response whatsoever.

After putting Lin Shihua down, Lin Shixin's eyes oozed fresh blood, looking extremely ghastly.

At that moment, Lin Shiji, in his frenzy, killed two Jin Family Cultivators with one strike; however, he was immediately attacked by several more Jin Family Cultivators, becoming engulfed in a sea of flames and blade qi.

When the sea of flames dissipated, Lin Shiji lay on the ground, his body covered with numerous wounds of varying depths, and a gaping hole in his neck that ceaselessly bled.

Within a short span of merely a dozen breaths, one of the Lin Family members of the 'Shi' generation had died and another was critically injured; the members of the 'Xing' generation had suffered over ten casualties in battle.

The tragic death of Lin Shiji further incited the fury within Lin Shixin.

Lin Shixin let out a few long howls to the sky, death in his eyes as he fixed his murderous gaze upon the Jin Family Cultivators.

Unafraid of death, Lin Shixin charged toward the Jin Family members, unleashing even greater strength.

After killing several people in succession, he still was outnumbered and died, filled with regret.

High in the sky, Lin Shikang and Jin Zhiying had been locked in fierce combat for dozens of rounds.

Faced with Jin Zhiying's frenzied attacks, he was constantly suppressed and found no opportunity to assist his fellow clansmen—his good intentions were rendered powerless by the situation.

The other Foundation Establishment Cultivators were struggling desperately to hold on. Lin Shihua was seriously injured, and Sun Dingfeng, now without anyone to hold him back, was even more hard-pressed and kept retreating in defeat.

In the face of absolute strength, numerical advantage hardly mattered, especially since their numbers were not much greater.
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By this time, all participants were greatly depleted, and the force of their attacks gradually weakened. The Jin Family stubbornly pushed forward against the Lin Family members, advancing several miles, quickly approaching the foot of Peak of Green Bamboo Mountain.

Jin Zhiying, unable to win after prolonged combat, swung his saber several times, unleashing the Jin Family's most powerful attack, aiming straight for Lin Shikang.

The injured Lin Shikang was now out of Defensive Spiritual Tools, and his spiritual power was almost spent.

Facing Jin Zhiying's full-powered strike, he looked pale and powerless.

Glancing back at the courtyards interspersed among the slopes of Green Bamboo Mountain, he knew he couldn't retreat, not when Jin Zhiying's assault would be lethal to those clan members upon contact.

At that moment, Lin Shikang's expression was grave, and his eyes revealed a hint of madness.

He took out a palm-sized jade pendant, channeling a Law Decree into the golden-yellow jade.

The jade pendant suddenly erupted with a golden light that instantly condensed into a large sword hovering above his head.

"Golden Core Talisman!"

Jin Zhiying's complexion changed drastically, his voice an anxious stammer as he cried out. All the Cultivators present involuntarily halted their attacks.

The object used by Lin Shikang was the Lin Family's ultimate trump card; as the family's ancestor passed away in seated meditation, enduring immense pain and dispersing all his spiritual power, he condensed a Golden Core Talisman.

This talisman retained three full-power strikes from the ancestor, each incredibly potent. It had been used twice before, each time rescuing the Lin Family from crisis.

If the Golden Wind Sword was considered the family's treasure, the Golden Core Talisman was like the guardian deity of the Lin Family.

Lin Shikang shouted loudly, "Protect our Lin Family... strike to kill!"

The large sword above quickly targeted Jin Zhiying, moving at a speed that was almost inconceivable.

Seeing the large sword formed by the Golden Core Talisman, Jin Zhiying's face turned deathly pale. Unable to escape at such speed, he hurriedly took out the Jin Family's Qing Jiao Shield and placed all his hopes on it.

Meanwhile, Jin Zhiying's blade qi was drawing increasingly close to him. Lin Shikang shut his eyes, seemingly resigned to a mutual destruction.

Just then, the Soul-eating Spider leaped forward, thrusting itself in front of him and shielding him with its body.

"Boom boom..."

Two explosions sounded simultaneously, the deafening blasts reverberating through the heavens.

The Soul-eating Spider was flung dozens of yards away, lying in a pit with most of its shiny black carapace shattered, its eight legs faintly twitching, apparently not yet dead.

On the other side, Jin Zhiying had completely underestimated the power of the Golden Core Talisman.

The moment the golden sword light struck the Qing Jiao Shield, it pierced through in an instant, swiftly cleaving towards Jin Zhiying.

"Pfft..."

A faint sound and Jin Zhiying's body was split in two by the Golden Light Greatsword, his body lying still. Above the two halves of his corpse, a wisp of retained Sword Qi from the Golden Light Greatsword lingered.

Under the assault of the Golden Core Talisman, Jin Zhiying was utterly dead.