Guidance

"Gu Ying deserved to die. Is this explanation satisfactory?"

The light laugh reached Wei Tong's ears, making his expression shift sharply as he quickly turned to look toward the source of the voice.

There, a youth stood atop the wall of the Lin Family Manor, a calm and composed smile on his face, as if he hadn't taken Wei Tong seriously at all.

Lin Zhentian turned to look at Lin Dong standing on the wall, his face tightening with urgency. Lin Dong gave him a faint smile, signaling the old man not to worry.

Though puzzled, Lin Zhentian still chose to trust this youth who had surprised him time and again—his proudest grandson.

Even so, Lin Zhentian couldn't imagine what Lin Dong could do to overturn the absolute disadvantage in cultivation between the Heavenly Yuan Realm and the Lesser Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm.

Still, if it came to a critical moment, he himself was at least a Lesser Yuan Dan Realm expert. Under a desperate fight, he could hold off a Lesser Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm expert and another Lesser Yuan Dan Realm expert for two breaths.

With that in mind, Lin Zhentian shot a glance at Lin Xiao, Lin Ken, and Lin Mang.

Wei Tong narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flickering deep within them. After scrutinizing Lin Dong for a moment, he finally spoke slowly.

"So, you're the kid who killed Gu Ying? Truly, heroes come from youth. But if you're too fond of playing the hero, you'll easily lose your life."

"Whether I play the hero or not is none of Sect Master Wei Tong's concern. What you should worry about is how to collect Gu Ying's corpse and, while you're at it, compensate my Lin family for the losses."

Facing Wei Tong's threat, Lin Dong sneered disdainfully and replied coldly.

As he spoke, Lin Dong hurriedly called out to Cang Wu in his mind.

"Senior Cang Wu, is this enough? What if I anger Wei Tong?"

"Kid, why don't you have any insight? Look at his build—he's just like that fool from Primordial, a dull-witted thing. Once provoked, he'll lose his rhythm, and then your chances of winning will go up by two-tenths."

Cang Wu rolled his eyes, wondering if Lin Dong really was just as reckless as the original story made him out to be.

Little Marten, watching from the side, twitched his mouth, wishing he hadn't heard that.

If he guessed right, that "fool from Primordial" probably referred to the famous Lord of Primordial, didn't it? Yet in this lord's eyes, he was just a fool, making him sound like an easy target.

"When you fight, remember: first find an opening, then press the attack. I'll tell you where each of his moves is weak. You just go for the kill."

Cang Wu's voice gave Lin Dong more confidence. After all, this was the renowned Lord of Devourment—he definitely wouldn't set him up.

But Lin Dong overlooked one thing: Cang Wu was Cang Wu, and he was just Lin Dong.

Wei Tong was stunned at first, then laughed in fury. When had he, the dignified Sect Master of the Blood Robe Sect and a Lesser Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm expert, ever been so belittled by a brat still wet behind the ears?

"Fine, fine, fine. In that case, I'll collect Gu Ying's corpse myself!"

With a cold shout, Wei Tong stomped on his horse's back. The immense force snapped the horse's spine, killing it on the spot, a testament to his rage.

Leaping off the horse, Wei Tong gathered Primal Energy in his palm and struck out with a single palm blow straight at Lin Dong on the wall.

The sudden attack and the powerful Primal Energy fluctuations jolted Lin Zhentian and the others awake.

But Lin Zhentian had been too stunned by Lin Dong's words to react in time to help.

Though Wei Tong's assault was sudden, Lin Dong was prepared.

"Right side, ribs and neck!"

The moment Cang Wu's warning came, Lin Dong leaped, two streaks of light flying from his sleeves, carrying him into the air.

Then, two more black shadows shot from his sleeves, heading straight for Wei Tong's right ribs and neck.

Seeing his palm strike barely launched, only for Lin Dong to dodge as if he'd read his intent, Wei Tong's face froze in surprise.

The next moment, as Wei Tong recovered, the two black streaks were already upon him. His expression shifted slightly as he changed his palm into a sweep, Primal Energy surging from his hand to meet the black streaks.

Under Wei Tong's Primal Energy impact, the two black streaks grazed past his side, making Lin Dong sigh in regret.

Watching from the shadows, Cang Wu shook his head inwardly. If Lin Dong had struck first and dodged later, Wei Tong's reaction would have been a beat slower. Even if it didn't seriously wound him, it would have landed a hit.

Don't underestimate small injuries. They add up, and when they finally erupt, the result is terrifying.

And unlike serious wounds, minor injuries are easy to overlook, even more likely to provoke shame and throw someone off balance.

By the time the injuries accumulate and one's condition is worn down, it's usually too late to realize.

Back in the day, Cang Wu was called the Demon Race's Bane for this very reason. His opponents often thought they could handle him, only to die inexplicably as the fight dragged on, still believing they had it under control.

"Attack the left rear first, then the upper right."

Just as Lin Dong was regretting his missed chance, Cang Wu's voice rang out again. Lin Dong quickly refocused, sending out two more black streaks—one aimed at Wei Tong's left rear, the other dropping straight down from above his right side.

But in the moment Lin Dong gathered himself, Wei Tong had already caught his breath. He turned and slapped the black streak away, then sidestepped to avoid the one falling from above.

By now, the crowd in front of the Lin Family Manor had snapped back to reality.

Seeing Lin Dong use his agility as a Symbol Master to temporarily tie down Wei Tong, Lin Zhentian breathed a sigh of relief and began to entertain other thoughts.

If he could seriously wound Wei Tong, maybe...

As for killing him, Lin Zhentian didn't dare think too far. After all, this was a Lesser Perfection of the Yuan Dan Realm expert. When going all out, he was still terrifying.

At that moment, the Blood Robe Sect Enshrined Elder also came to his senses. His gaze fell on Lin Zhentian, and sensing the old man's intent, he let out a strange laugh.

"Hehe, old man, want to help your grandson? You'll have to get past me first!"

As he spoke, the gaunt old man leaped forward, blocking Lin Zhentian's path. The next moment, the two clashed.

Meanwhile, the Lin family members and the Blood Robe Sect forces also squared off against each other.