Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

Lin Shikang and his companion were not about to give him time to react, seizing the moment he was injured to attack together once more.

Lin Shikang slashed several times as Sun Dingfeng also drew one stroke after another, launching several attacks from four different directions aimed at Zhuang Zhenxin, intent on ending the fight once and for all.

A trace of despair flashed across Zhuang Zhenxin's face, and by now, negotiating terms was no longer possible, so he had no choice but to give it his all and perhaps there would still be a chance to save his own life.

He took two beads the size of chicken eggs from his storage bag, his face showing a reluctant expression, and then he threw one at each of the two men.

"Spirit Detonation Beads..."

Upon seeing the two grey-white beads, Lin Shikang cried out in alarm and immediately retreated explosively.

Daoist Sun's face turned pale, and he hastily retreated as well.

"Boom boom..."

Two thunderous explosions sounded, and two huge fireballs appeared in the sky, spreading a wave of heat in all directions.

Before the Spirit Detonation Beads exploded, Lin Shikang spat a mouthful of fresh blood onto his Golden Wind Sword, which suddenly swelled a hundred times in size to block in front of him. At the same time, a semi-transparent golden shield bubbled up around him, enveloping his figure.

Sun Dingfeng's face turned deathly white. He slapped his storage bag and took out a blood-red jade pendant. Once activated, it transformed into a light shield in front of him.

After the explosion, the Spirit Detonation Beads blasted a large pit more than thirty feet across into the ground.

Sun Dingfeng's body fell from the sky and crashed into the ground, forming a human-shaped pit.

There, Sun Dingfeng lay in the pit, his body mangled and bloody, with only a weak breath remaining; he had completely passed out.

At the same time, the golden bubble around Lin Shikang shattered, and the Golden Wind Sword rapidly shrank back to its original form.

Lin Shikang coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, then touched the sword blade lightly, his expression filled with immense pain and sorry.

Zhuang Zhenxin had intended to take them down with him. Thanks to the Golden Wind Sword, Lin Shikang was lucky enough to avoid a fatal blow, but he was severely injured.

Lin Shikang got to his feet and, without paying any attention to the half-dead Sun Dingfeng, rushed to the spot where Zhuang Zhenxin was, searching meticulously.

Before long, Lin Shikang found Zhuang Zhenxin's corpse lying in a clump of grass.

By now, Zhuang Zhenxin was thoroughly dead, his chest riddled with several gaping holes from which warm blood flowed out, quickly pooling into a small puddle.

Assured of Zhuang Zhenxin's death, Lin Shikang heaved a long sigh of relief.

He took down the man's storage bag and decapitated him. Lin Shikang, holding the Golden Wind Sword in one hand and the severed head in the other, advanced toward the Jin Family clanspeople.

Before long, Lin Shikang appeared above a group of his kin.

The battle was still ongoing, and there were already more than sixty corpses on the ground, most of them from the Jin Family, with over twenty Lin Family members dead as well.

Lin Shikang didn't hesitate, heading straight for Jin Zhiping. Explore hidden tales at empire

Seeing Lin Shikang approaching, Jin Zhiping turned ashen, knowing that Zhuang Zhenxin must have been executed. Already injured, Jin Zhiping had been at a disadvantage all along and was struggling to cope. Another attack from Lin Shikang, at the Foundation Establishment Eighth Level, left him with no room to escape.

Lin Shikang unleashed several swift and incomparably fast sword strikes, aiming directly at Jin Zhiping.

With nowhere to run, a completely despairing Jin Zhiping frantically pulled out a spiritual artifact to shield himself.

"Pfff, pfff, pfff..."

The Golden Sword Qi, which even ordinary magical treasures could not resist, easily penetrated the First Order Top-Quality Spiritual Instrument, striking him squarely.

After a horrific scream, Jin Zhiping's body was split into three parts, falling dead on the spot.

Hearing Jin Zhiping's agonized scream, Jin Chaozong was momentarily distracted, giving Lin Shigong and Lin Xingyuan the opportunity they needed.

With another scream, Jin Chaozong's body was impaled by both of their Spirit Swords.

Lin Shigong swung his hands horizontally, splitting Jin Chaozong's body into pieces; he couldn't be deader.

By this time, all the Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Jin Family were dead, leaving only more than ten Qi Refining clanspersons who were surrounded by a group of Lin Family Cultivators.

All Lin Family members glared at them with bloodlust, wishing they could tear them limb from limb.

One middle-aged man from the Jin Family threw his spiritual artifact away and knelt down.

"Elder Lin, I am willing to surrender. Please spare my life. I can take you to the Jin Family Clan's Territory and reveal the location of the treasure vault..."

"Enough... do you think you can live just by saying so? The Jin Family does not shelter cowards such as you..."

An elder from the Jin Family scolded and then swung his sword, piercing the body of the clansperson who had surrendered.

"At this point, don't even dream of living by surrendering. It's better to die gloriously. Even if we can take one down with us, it's worth it!"

With that, the elder initiated an attack, and the men of the Jin Family followed suit.

Lin Shikang and Lin Shigong sneered in disdain and together unleashed several Sword Qi bursts, which engulfed all the remaining Jin Family Cultivators.

After one breath's time had passed, over ten Jin Family members fell simultaneously, completely void of life.

The great battle had ended, and with this crisis resolved, all Jin Family members were dead, leaving Green Bamboo Mountain entirely quiet.

...

Sun Dingfeng did not stay in place, disregarding his injuries, he turned into a residual shadow and rushed towards the direction of Sun Dingxian to escape.

Lin Shikang paid no attention to Sun Dingfeng, and after storing the Golden Wind Sword into his storage bag, he ordered:

"Shi Gong, go check on Shihua and the Soul-eating Spider immediately, you must stabilize their injuries and ensure no hidden ailments are left behind!"

"I'm on it!"

Lin Shigong immediately dashed towards Lin Shihua to inspect his condition.

Fortunately, even though he was seriously injured, Lin Shikang had timely given him a healing pill to stabilize his condition. He just needed to rest quietly for two months for a full recovery.

"Xing Yuan, organize our clanspeople immediately to treat the injured and bury the dead behind the mountain. Then assign clanspeople to collect all the spoils of war and bring them to me, and burn the Jin Family's corpses right here!"

"Understood!"

Lin Xingyuan saluted and took his orders, then after giving out a few commands to the Lin Family Members behind him, he began treating the injured clanspeople.

After all the orders were given, a drained Lin Shikang could no longer hold back, repeatedly coughing up clots of blood. His complexion turned pale and he sat down on the ground, shuddering with delayed fear.

Taking out a pill from his storage bag, he swallowed it and began to recover on the spot.

In a short while, some color finally returned to his face.

At that moment, Sun Dingfeng came over with Sun Dingxian in his arms.

Lin Shikang hurriedly got up and inquired.

"How is Daoist Sun's injury, is there any danger to his life?"

Seeing Lin Shikang's genuine concern, Sun Dingfeng did not hide anything and honestly replied:

"The injury is serious, it's hard to say whether he can fully recover. It's Heaven's will, we can only do our best!"

"Hmm..."

This clan war had thankfully been helped by the Sun Family. If not for them, even if the Lin Family had the trump cards left by the old ancestor, it would have been difficult to survive.

Although the Sun Family's territory had been breached, and the two came to seek refuge, they had indeed exerted considerable effort in this great battle. Though it was cooperation, they also owed a debt of gratitude to the Lin Family.

After a bout of reflection, Lin Shikang said earnestly:

"If there is anything you need help with, just let us know. As long as the Lin Family can provide it, we will not refuse."

Seeing the sincerity in Lin Shikang's expression, Sun Dingfeng repeatedly thanked him.

"Thank you, Elder Lin, for your generous assistance. However, with the great battle just concluded, you must be very busy. The Jin Family has been severely damaged and cannot easily recover. We will not disturb you further. Once our injuries are healed, we will surely visit to offer our thanks personally."

After speaking, Sun Dingfeng gave a saluting gesture with his fist and holding Sun Dingxian, flew towards the mountain gate, quickly disappearing into the sky.

Lin Shikang did not try to persuade them to stay. With most of the high-level Jin Family Cultivators dead or injured, the Lin Family's power had not been significantly weakened. Perhaps it was due to their wariness of the Lin Family that they chose not to stay in Green Bamboo Mountain to recover.

No matter what the reason was, it no longer mattered.

Lin Shikang couldn't help but heave a silent sigh:

"It's easy to share hardship among people, but hard to share wealth, and even more so for cultivators..."

Gathering his thoughts, Lin Shikang walked around the inner parts of Green Bamboo Mountain.

Observing the battered state of Green Bamboo Mountain, now devoid of its previous elegance, with corpses and severed limbs of many clanspeople scattered around, his mood was exceptionally heavy.

Lin Shihua and the Soul-eating Spider were seriously injured, Lin Shiji and Lin Shixin had fallen, and more than twenty Qi Refining clanspeople had died in battle, the losses were substantial.

In the Cultivation World, it is so cruel, with battles over cultivation resources erupting every day among Sect Families.

The Lin Family was merely a Foundation Establishing Family at the bottom, such events were daily occurrences.

The Lin Family, with its limited depth, only scraped through this disaster by playing their last card, combined with the assistance of the two from the Sun Family.

If only they had a few more years, the Lin Family's strength would have increased significantly, and the losses would not have been so great.

Alas, man's plans are inferior to those of Heaven.

What they needed to do now was to soothe the members of the clan, quickly enhance their strength, and expand the family.

After his reflection, with a look of melancholy, Lin Shikang muttered softly toward the market area:

"Shi Lu, where are you? How are things going for you?"