Blood-Stained Clothes Arrive

Over the next few days, Lin Dong entered the Ancestral Stone Space every day, using the Spirit Grinding Mill to temper his Spiritual Power.

Though the sensation of his spirit being ground to pieces was excruciatingly painful, each time he finished training and felt his Spiritual Power growing denser and stronger, Lin Dong was filled with renewed motivation, and the next day he would continue cultivating with the Spirit Grinding Mill.

This almost self-torturing style of training made Little Marten curse Lin Dong as a freak from the sidelines.

During breaks in his cultivation, Lin Dong also noticed some markings left on the Spirit Grinding Mill. Though they were rough and hasty, careful study of them yielded no small gains for him.

Little Marten was even more shocked. His insight far surpassed Lin Dong's, and he could tell at a glance that those carvings had been made in a state of extreme agony, almost as if they were scratched down at random.

In fact, Little Marten suspected that the great figure who left them had likely been trying to distract himself from the pain, recording the process of his spirit being crushed and integrating it into the use of Spiritual Power.

After several days of cultivation, Lin Dong's Spiritual Power had grown considerably denser. Combined with the Spiritual Power that Cang Wu had infused into him when he helped reforge the seal, a very clear crack had appeared on Lin Dong's Mysterious Spirit Talisman.

"Hah, I'm now just one step away from being a Two-Seal Symbol Master!"

In his room, Lin Dong slowly opened his eyes and let out a light breath of turbid air. Sensing the state of the Life Spirit Talisman in his Numinous Palace, a relaxed smile crept onto his face.

By his estimate, it would only take a few more days before he could break through to the Two-Seal Symbol Master level.

And once he reached that stage, with the overbearing Devouring Power of his Life Spirit Talisman, Lin Dong believed he could handle Wei Tong, who was at the Lesser Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm, with ease.

But just as the smile appeared on Lin Dong's face, the ground trembled slightly. A faint vibration reached him, and his expression shifted.

Sensing the disturbance, Lin Dong immediately leaped up, left the room, and landed on the treetop of a large tree. His Spiritual Power spread out at once.

The next moment, his face changed. Under his Spiritual Perception, at the entrance of Qingyang Town, a troop of people surged like a flood, charging straight toward the Lin Family's direction.

When his Spiritual Power "saw" the red robes on that large group, Lin Dong let out a soft sigh and murmured to himself.

"The Blood Robe Sect... they've come after all."

Though he had expected it—after all, quite some time had passed since Gu Ying's death—Lin Dong still felt a wave of emotion.

Even though he knew it was unrealistic, Lin Dong had been praying that the Blood Robe Sect would delay their arrival by a few more days, so he could handle things himself without troubling Senior Cang Wu.

But as things stood, Lin Dong truly had little confidence in dealing with Wei Tong, especially with so many secrets hidden within him. He might have no choice but to ask Senior Cang Wu for help.

With that thought, Lin Dong didn't hesitate. He immediately leaped toward the entrance of the Lin Family Manor.

"The Blood Robe has arrived! Members of the Lin Family, come out and die!"

The voice, amplified by Primal Energy, rang out like a great bell across the entire sky above Qingyang Town, instantly alarming countless factions in the area.

Nearly every force and expert turned their attention toward the Lin Family's direction, and many began to whisper among themselves.

"Tsk, the Lin Family really is plagued by misfortune!"

"No kidding. They just dealt with those two jackals, the Lei and Xie Families, and now a tiger has come charging in from Yan City."

"Alas, this time, the Lin Family is probably doomed."

"Forget the Lin Family. With the Blood Robe Sect's style, the whole of Qingyang Town might be swallowed up in one bite."

Outside the Lin Family Manor in Qingyang Town, a large group of people clad in blood-red robes had already surrounded the entire Lin estate. The murderous aura emanating from their crimson garments was enough to make anyone's heart tremble.

At the front of this troop, a burly man sat astride a horse. His skin was dark, like an iron tower, and his massive frame made the horse beneath him seem a size too small.

He wore a blood-red robe, and above his sharp, piercing eyes, two dark red brows exuded a bloody aura.

This dark-skinned man was none other than Wei Tong, the Sect Master of the Blood Robe Sect, a Lesser Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm expert. Even across all of Yan City, he was a well-known figure.

At that moment, sensing the commotion around him, a flicker of smugness crossed Wei Tong's face.

Someone had guessed right—he hadn't come today just for the Lin Family. He intended to swallow the entire Qingyang Town in one go.

After all, the Yang Yuan Stone Mine was far too precious. If he didn't take over all of Qingyang Town, Wei Tong wouldn't feel at ease!

Not long after his shout, the gates of the Lin Family Manor swung open. A gaunt old man led several middle-aged men and a crowd of people out of the estate.

Seeing Wei Tong and the others seated on their horses, Lin Zhentian took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a respectful salute, and said politely.

"I am Lin Zhentian, head of the Lin Family. On behalf of the Lin Family members, I greet Sect Master Wei Tong!"

Wei Tong said nothing in response, but a lean, withered old man beside him on horseback stared at Lin Zhentian and the others with a sinister look, letting out a strange laugh.

"Heh heh, your Lin Family sure has airs. Our Blood Robe Sect Master personally leads men to your door, and you still dare to keep your gates shut, refusing to come out and welcome us. Could it be that you look down on the Blood Robe Sect?"

The withered old man's words made Lin Zhentian's face change. He quickly glanced up at Wei Tong, whose expression remained utterly indifferent, and his heart sank like a stone.

Wei Tong had come in person, bringing along the sect's only Lesser Yuan Dan Realm elder. This situation made it clear that the Blood Robe Sect was dead set on wiping out the entire Lin Family.

Immediately, Lin Zhentian secretly signaled Lin Xiao and the others, then turned to Wei Tong and the old man, offering an apology.

"I was rude just now. I, this old man, hereby apologize to Sect Master Wei Tong and this elder."

"Spare me the empty words. You know full well why the Blood Robe Sect has come to your Lin Family. You are, after all, a Lesser Yuan Dan Realm expert, so I'll give you face. As they say, blood must be paid with blood. You should know what to do."

Wei Tong waved his hand dismissively, his eyes coldly fixed on Lin Zhentian as he spoke bluntly.

Lin Zhentian's face shifted several times. Gritting his teeth, he stepped forward to explain.

"Sect Master Wei Tong, that day, it was my Lin Family who..."

"I said, I came for revenge. I don't care whether Gu Ying brought it on himself. Since he died at your Lin Family's hands, your Lin Family must give me an account!"

Just as Wei Tong finished speaking, a light laugh rang out.

"Gu Ying deserved to die. Is that account enough for you?"