Lu Feng could only regret that Lin Xiaojin had been born a woman. Otherwise, he would have been willing to find her a fine match and let her take charge of the Lin Family.
Unfortunately, bloodline inheritance had always centered on men. Even if a woman possessed the Lin Family's direct bloodline, once she joined with another, her bloodline would inevitably be drawn by that person's bloodline. The descendants she bore would never possess a pure Lin Family bloodline.
Thus, if the Lin Family's plight was to be resolved, Lin Bairu was the only point of entry.
Lu Feng quietly made his calculations. If Lin Bairu truly did not care whether the Lin Family lived or died, then Lu Feng would learn some of those rogue methods from Clear River Sect's Seventh Senior Brother. He would spend heavily to find several women of good aptitude and force Lin Bairu to mate with them, producing a few descendants.
Though this method might take a long time and was somewhat inhumane, for the continuation of the Lin Family, it was not without justification.
Lin Bairu carried the direct bloodline. At this moment of life and death for the Lin Family, he ought to possess this sense of duty and awareness of sacrifice!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A succession of muffled metallic crashes suddenly came from the direction of the Martial Arts Arena, disrupting Lu Feng's thoughts.
Lin Xiaojin cried out in alarm, "Could Third Uncle have fought his way back?"
Lu Feng frowned. From the sound alone, it did not seem like Lin Baijian's doing.
Just then, Lin Wanxia suddenly coughed and slowly remarked, "A little fellow wielding great hammers has arrived."
Having said that, she lay back on the rattan chair by herself, no longer concerning herself with the matter. She closed