A Bountiful Harvest

While Lin Xuan and Ling Qingzhu faced each other from afar in the lower hall, a fierce battle for treasure had already erupted within the Spiritual Treasure Hall that they had passed through earlier.

Lin Dong held the spear-shaped spiritual treasure he had just acquired and looked at Wang Pan opposite him, as well as the other Wang Clan members beginning to close in around him. His brows furrowed slightly before he slowly retreated behind Lin Ke'er, Lin Xue, and the others.

Seeing Lin Dong's actions, Wang Pan's expression darkened slightly. He looked at Lin Ke'er standing before Lin Dong, then at Lin Chen and the others, whose expressions were somewhat unusual but who remained silent. His gaze gradually turned cold.

The next instant, Wang Pan's pupils abruptly contracted. Seeing the drop of blood essence fall onto the spear-shaped spiritual treasure, he could no longer remain seated and immediately shouted angrily.

"Bastard, you actually dared to imprint it with your blood essence?"

Yet Lin Dong did not even spare Wang Pan a glance. Instead, he examined the spiritual treasure in his hand with astonishment. The originally pitch-black, spear-shaped spiritual treasure underwent a drastic transformation after absorbing Lin Dong's blood essence.

The crude-looking spear-shaped spiritual treasure now had a tip that extended farther outward. At the same time, two crescent-shaped blades protruded from either side of the tip like the claws of a divine dragon. The shaft, once purely black, now glimmered with faint dark-red light, making it appear even more domineering and rugged.

Moreover, many savage scales had emerged along the previously smooth shaft, making it resemble a long and ferocious evil dragon.

Looking at the dramatically transformed fierce fiend ancient halberd, a hint of amazement appeared in Lin Dong's eyes. After waving it around a few times with obvious reluctance to put it down, his gaze settled on the four large characters concealed among the scales of the halberd's body.

"Heavenly Scale Ancient Halberd!"

Blocked by Lin Ke'er and the others, Wang Pan watched Lin Dong, the one who had damaged his spiritual treasure, casually imprint the treasure with his blood essence as though no one else existed. Lin Dong had even outright ignored him, and Wang Pan's fury instantly soared to the heavens.

"Lin Ke'er, move aside. This matter has nothing to do with your Lin Clan. I'm only here to settle things with this brat!"

"Hmph, what if we refuse? Lin Dong is also a member of our Lin Clan. If you want trouble with him, then it concerns our Lin Clan!"

Lin Ke'er snorted. Not only did she refuse to yield, she even took a step forward and spoke in an exceptionally forceful tone.

"Heh, I don't recall your Lin Clan's younger generation having a clansman named Lin Dong."

Wang Pan sneered as he waved a hand, gathering all the nearby Wang Clan members around him.

During this trip to the Ancient Tomb Mansion, the Wang Clan had been thoroughly screwed over by Lin Dong. He had used a pack of demonic beasts to hold them back for so long that they had barely gained anything at all.

Not only that, Wang Pan's own spiritual treasure had nearly been destroyed by Lin Dong. Though it had not broken, its spirituality had been greatly diminished, and repairing it would require considerable resources.

It could be said that Wang Pan had not merely failed to profit from this journey—he had suffered a massive loss.

Compared to them, the Lin Clan's gains made Wang Pan feel utterly stifled just thinking about them. Could anyone believe it? Out of the six spiritual treasures, the finest saber-shaped one had been taken by Lin Ke'er, the rarest armor-type spiritual treasure had gone to Lin Xue, and the shield-shaped one had been obtained by Lin Chen.

What angered Wang Pan even more was that after seeing the Lin Clan members obtain those treasures, everyone had watched them covetously, yet not a single person dared to be the first to snatch a treasure from the Lin Clan.

If Lin Dong's spiritual treasure was included as well, the Lin Clan had obtained nearly all four of the most valuable spiritual treasures.

Was that fair?

Still, Wang Pan did not dare to seize the spiritual treasures already in the Lin Clan's possession. Therefore, he could only set his sights on Lin Dong.

"That's right. Lin Dong is from a branch family of our Lin Clan!"

Lin Chen, standing nearby, spoke up. Just as delight appeared on Wang Pan's face, however, Lin Chen continued.

"But don't forget that even a branch family is still a branch family of our Lin Clan. What does it have to do with your Wang Clan? You want to snatch our Lin Clan's spiritual treasure? Are you worthy?"

Holding his great shield, Lin Chen looked at Wang Pan with a trace of mockery in his eyes. Clearly, he had deliberately given Wang Pan hope before ruthlessly crushing it!

With this great shield in hand, Lin Chen was no longer afraid even if his strength was slightly inferior to Wang Pan's. Besides, Lin Ke'er and Lin Xue were beside him. They might not be able to defeat Wang Pan, but they could at least remain undefeated.

As long as they stalled for some time and waited for Wu Tao and the other stewards to arrive, they could settle the old scores properly!

At that moment, Lin Chen, who was glaring at Wang Pan, did not notice the cold gaze behind him slowly recede. Lin Dong lowered his head and stroked Little Flame, who stood at his side, without saying a word.

"You!"

Having been publicly ridiculed by Lin Chen, Wang Pan was furious. In particular, the surrounding gazes made both Wang Pan and the Wang Clan members look extremely unsightly.

However, just as Lin Chen had expected, Wang Pan truly did not dare to act rashly. Setting aside the Lin Clan's numerical advantage, that person's name alone was enough to prevent Wang Pan from entertaining any thoughts against the Lin Clan.

That sword strike remained vivid in Wang Pan's mind. He did not believe that a mere Great Perfection of Core Formation Realm cultivator like himself could block a strike that even a Qi Creation Realm expert could not withstand.

Wang Pan's face alternated between green and white. After taking a deep breath, he flicked his sleeve and turned to lead the Wang Clan members away to one side.

After seeing the Wang Clan leave, Lin Chen finally felt thoroughly vindicated. With a somewhat smug smile on his face, he turned around, lightly patted Lin Dong on the shoulder, and laughed.

"Well done! That's how you deal with those sons of bitches from the Wang Clan!"

Lin Ke'er could not help rolling her eyes at Lin Chen. She then looked at Lin Dong, who seemed somewhat uncomfortable, and spoke softly.

"Lin Dong, we plan to rest here for a while and wait for the other clan members to arrive. What about you? Will you stay with us, or...?"

There were many Lin Clan members, so after entering, they had split into several groups. Naturally, they now needed to wait until everyone had gathered. Of course, if anyone dared bully one of their own, they would certainly settle the score properly.

After glancing at Lin Chen, who had suddenly become enthusiastic, Lin Dong turned to Lin Ke'er and said.

"I'll go farther in and take a look first, see if I can find some extreme yin-type medicinal herbs."

Lin Dong's primary purpose in coming here was to help Qing Tan find the Extreme Nether Yin Dragon Saliva. Since he had not found anywhere similar before, he guessed it might be located deeper within.

"Alright. Since you insist, be extra careful. Remember, your life is what matters most!"

Lin Ke'er nodded slightly at his words and gently reminded him a few times before watching Lin Dong head deeper into the Ancient Tomb Mansion.