A Perfect Match

"Jade pendants... those jade pendants..." Lin Xingheng looked weakly at the layer of stone dust on the ground that he had shattered. At last, he understood: this young man named Yan Wuchuan had come with murder in his heart.

He had not come to steal a bride. He had come to kill him.

A Perfect Match

Lin Xingheng had been born into the Lin Clan of Xishan City. But before he became the city lord, the Lin Clan had merely been an ordinary Aristocratic Clan in Xishan City, without anything like its present power to summon wind and rain.

Lin Xingheng was the youngest child. When he was born, his eldest sister already possessed Golden Core cultivation. Whether his parents or the elders of the Lineage, all had poured the family's resources into his eldest sister. By the time he tested his Spiritual Root at eighteen, she had already taken over more than half the Household's affairs.

It was precisely then that he tested as having a Single Earth Spiritual Root.

No one had expected that a child left to run wild, one from whom they had never expected anything, would possess such astonishing talent. His talent even far surpassed his eldest sister's. After that, all the familial affection and care he had longed for during his first eighteen years came flooding toward him.

Lin Xingheng was someone deeply starved of love. A person's childhood cast its reflection over every stage of their life; even cultivators could not entirely escape it. He yearned for pure love, love given to him without reservation. Yet he himself was an exceedingly stingy man. He wanted his parents' wholehearted affection, but believed their love was mixed with the Lineage's interests and therefore not pure enough.

The higher his cultivation grew, the less he could