Lin Dong's Pressure

The Young Clan Leader of the Lin Clan, Lin Xuan—a Creation Realm expert!

After leaving Myriad Gold Commerce, Lin Dong felt a heavy weight in his heart, as though a massive boulder were pressing down on his chest.

The pressure brought by a Creation Realm expert was simply too immense, especially since this Creation Realm expert, like Lin Langtian, came from the inner clan of the Lin Clan.

What put even greater pressure on Lin Dong was that the mysterious Young Clan Leader had already arrived in Flame City.

"Little Marten, Little Marten!"

Lin Dong called out to Little Marten in his heart. At a time like this, only Little Marten, with his extraordinary background and countless methods, could give him even a trace of security.

"Lin Dong, stop shouting. Marten Lord heard you."

Little Marten's voice rang out in Lin Dong's mind, easing his heart slightly. He could not help asking softly.

"Little Marten, with your current strength, can you deal with experts of the Creation Three Realms?"

"What are the Creation Three Realms? At Marten Lord's peak, a single sneeze could have blown a whole crowd of them to death."

Little Marten spoke with great pride, ready to show off properly before Lin Dong. But Lin Dong's next question immediately made his expression turn bitter.

"What about now? With your current strength, are you confident you can keep us alive?"

"Uh, are you talking about the Creation Three Realms, or that Creation Realm expert from the Lin Clan? If it's the Creation Three Realms, Marten Lord still has a few tricks that can barely threaten Shaping Realm experts."

After hearing Lin Dong's question, Little Marten gave an awkward laugh and answered dryly.

"But if it's a Creation Realm expert, Marten Lord can only say that I'll do everything I can to flee with you. Let's hope the two of us don't end up dying together."

"You're not even confident we can escape?"

Lin Dong's heart sank further and further. He said unwillingly, hating this feeling of having his life and death entirely controlled by others.

No one knew whether that Young Clan Leader from the main clan was friend or foe to the Lin Family. If he was like Lin Langtian, then the Lin Family...

"At Marten Lord's peak, of course I wouldn't have regarded him as anything. But now, all that remains is this demonic spirit, and my strength has only recovered a tiny bit. The gap between the Creation Realm and the Shaping Realm is unimaginably vast."

This time, even Little Marten put away his usual playful demeanor, his voice solemn.

"Moreover, if the Young Clan Leader of your Lin Clan truly is as the rumors say, capable of hunting two demonic beasts with Dragon Bloodlines by himself, then his strength cannot be measured by the standards of an ordinary Creation Realm expert."

"For demonic beasts with Dragon Bloodlines, even the faintest trace of it can grant an utterly terrifying boost in strength before the Nirvana Realm!"

Little Marten's words made Lin Dong's expression grow even more serious. A Creation Realm expert was already terrifying enough, yet it seemed that this Young Clan Leader was even more frightening than an ordinary Creation Realm expert.

Seeing that Lin Dong seemed uneasy, Little Marten softly consoled him.

"Still, you don't need to worry too much. Don't you humans have a saying? The enemy of my enemy is my friend. He has a grudge against that Lin Langtian too. Maybe he'll even help you get rid of Lin Langtian while he's at it!"

After hearing Little Marten's words, Lin Dong felt slightly reassured. This was probably the only piece of news that could give him any peace of mind at the moment.

After taking a deep breath, Lin Dong temporarily set aside these distracting thoughts. Looking at the darkening sky, he could not help saying aloud.

"Forget it. If it's a blessing, it won't be a disaster; if it's a disaster, there's no avoiding it. Now that people from the Lin Clan have arrived in Flame City, there's no use hiding. I'd better ask Father and Grandfather first."

With a heavy heart, Lin Dong returned to the Lin Family. However, the moment he entered the estate, he noticed that the atmosphere at home seemed somewhat different.

After pulling aside a clansman to ask, Lin Dong learned that an old friend of his grandfather had come to visit and was currently in the main hall. Lin Zhentian had even specifically instructed that, once Lin Dong returned, he was to head to the hall at once.

Without further hesitation, Lin Dong immediately strode toward the main hall.

Before he even approached the hall, Lin Dong heard his grandfather's hearty laughter coming from within.

Without hesitating, Lin Dong stepped through the doors. He found quite a few people in the reception hall. Aside from Lin Zhentian, Lin Xiao, and the others, an old man was seated beside Lin Zhentian in the seat of honor.

When Lin Dong's gaze fell upon the old man in blue robes, his eyes narrowed slightly. The man before him was clearly an expert at the Great Perfection of the Core Formation Realm.

Seated below the old man in blue were four youths, two men and two women. One of the women wore white robes, while the other wore an icy blue dress. The two young men were both dressed in brocade robes, exuding an air of nobility.

Lin Dong sensed a faint aura of danger from all four of them. Clearly, none of them was weak, especially the woman in white, whose aura was completely different from those of the other three youths at the Minor Perfection of the Core Formation Realm.

Lin Dong swept his gaze over the four of them. After entering the hall, he bowed to Lin Zhentian.

"Dong'er, come. Let me introduce you. This is my old friend. You may call him Old Man Tao."

Seeing Lin Dong, Lin Zhentian was clearly delighted. He hurriedly pointed at the old man in blue beside him and introduced him with a smile. Lin Dong promptly clasped his hands and bowed.

"Lin Dong greets Old Man Tao!"

"What a fine young man. It seems that at the Clan Gathering more than two years from now, your wish may well come true!"

After sizing Lin Dong up, Old Man Tao spoke with a genial smile. Then, glancing at the sky outside, he rose and took his leave with a smile.

"Alright, now that I've seen him, I should return and report."

"You're leaving so soon? I've already had people prepare a banquet..."

Before Lin Zhentian could finish, Old Man Tao interrupted him, smiling as he waved his hand.

"Old friend, I must return and report as well. Tomorrow, the Young Clan Leader will personally lead a party here. When the time comes, be sure not to neglect him. Alright, old friend, there's no need to see me off."

With that, Old Man Tao directly left the hall with the four youths.

Only after they had left did Lin Dong turn his gaze toward Lin Zhentian and Lin Xiao, asking rather curiously.

"Grandfather, Father, what was that about?"

"Old Man Tao came on behalf of the Young Clan Leader to gather information. Tomorrow morning, remember to get up early. We will go out to welcome him together. You absolutely must not neglect the Young Clan Leader, understand?"

For Lin Zhentian, who had always wished to return to the inner clan, the Young Clan Leader of the Lin Clan personally visiting was an honor beyond compare.