Morning rain.
Lin Qi pushed open the door of the small wooden building where he had been staying these past two days. Looking out at the lush green mountain forest ahead, he lazily stretched.
Several burly Tiger Clan men rode a few brawny tigers through the streets, swaying their heads as they flaunted themselves. The tigers, clearly high-level magic beasts, breathed faint heat, their paws leaving distinct scorched marks on the hard, wet flagstone road.
Wrapped in a cloak, Lin Zhentian was squatting outside Lin Qi's little building, feeding the birds. Holding a large sack of millet, he scattered it bit by bit over the grass before him. A great flock of brightly colored mountain birds had gathered around him, chirping and chattering as they fought over the food.
Hearing Lin Qi emerge, Lin Zhentian scattered the last of the millet over the grass, then rose and nodded to him. "Gather before the Tiger Temple. After we pay respects to the ancestors, we'll set out for the Wingfolk Forbidden Region."
After a moment of silence, Lin Zhentian said in a deep voice, "Think it over again. Given your contributions to the main family, you merely gave Lin Bule a beating. At worst, you'd be made to face the wall and reflect for a few months. There's no need for you to go suppress the Forbidden Region. Your current strength is too weak, while the resources you hold are too precious!"
Lin Qi smiled and waved a fist. Then, without changing expression, he pulled out a huge bundle of magic scrolls containing ultra-forbidden spells and even demigod spells. Lin Zhentian's eyes widened in shock as he stared fixedly at Lin Qi, watching him continuously take out magic rings sealed with powerful instant-cast forbidden spells.
Over a thousand ultra-forbidden and demigod spell