Boom! Boom!
Outside Qingyang Town, a crimson aura of killing quickly retreated, leaving behind a cloud of golden dust.
“Sect Master, that brat clearly wants to stall for time. Why agree to his wager?”
At the front of this group, the gaunt old man glanced reluctantly at the village behind them, then turned to Wei Tong and asked.
“The Lin family’s strength is somewhat beyond my expectations. One Small Yuan Dan Realm expert, plus a young Talisman Master who might reach the Second Seal. If they fought desperately, even if my Blood Garment Sect could destroy the Lin family, we would still pay a considerable price.”
Wei Tong’s expression was cold as he said grimly.
“Currently, my Blood Garment Sect is vying for territory with those Iron Mountain Gang fellows. If we suffer heavy losses here now, it wouldn’t be worth it.”
“Within these two months, I will completely deal with the Iron Mountain Gang. By then, can the Lin family escape my grasp?”
“Furthermore… that brat must be killed, otherwise, there will be endless trouble. But after that brief exchange, I can defeat him, but he also has the ability to escape. What if, as he said, he finds a secluded place to cultivate? Our lives after that would be quite difficult.”
“That brat also knows this, which is why he dared to propose a wager with me.”
The powerful Supporter frowned and said, “But aren’t you afraid of long nights leading to many dreams, Sect Master?”
“If he escapes, who knows, long nights might lead to even more dreams.”
A cold glint flashed in Wei Tong’s eyes. After a moment, he sneered, “No need to worry. When it comes to the duel, the Arena is not a place where one can use mental energy to escape. Without that assistance, he is sure to die.”
“And once that brat is dead, won’t the matters of the Lin family and Ironwood Manor be as simple as flipping a hand?”
“Sect Master is wise.”
Hearing this, the old man also chuckled.
Wei Tong smiled, said nothing more, cracked his horsewhip, and led the large contingent of men towards Yan City.
“Dong’er, are you confident you can defeat Wei Tong in two months?”
In a room of the Lin family, everyone was looking at the young man. Lin Zhentian spoke with a hint of worry.
“I’ll have to try, no matter what.”
Lin Dong did not give a definitive answer. A Great Perfection Yuan Dan Realm expert was no small figure.
“Sigh, you did very well. Otherwise, our Lin family wouldn’t have escaped their clutches today.”
Lin Zhentian sighed with a bitter smile. Today, the Blood Garment Sect had mobilized a large force. If he hadn’t successfully entered the Small Yuan Dan Realm today, Lin Dong killing Gu Ying would not have been resolved with a few boastful words. A bloody battle would surely have ensued.
“Two months…”
Lin Xiao, among the others, also secretly sighed, his expression complex.
“During these two months, I will stop cultivating and do my best to refine two Pure Yuan Pills for Dong’er.”
Lin Zhentian pondered for a moment, then said.
“Pure Yuan Pills?”
Hearing Lin Zhentian say this, Lin Xiao and the others were also shocked. Pure Yuan Pills were elixirs formed by Yuan Dan Realm experts condensing the pure Yuan Power within their bodies. They were many times more effective than ordinary elixirs, hence the name “Pure Yuan Pills…”
This item had an enormous effect on cultivation, far surpassing Yang Yuan Pills by an unknown number of times. You are reading this story at Truyen FULL – www.Truyen FULL
However, condensing a Pure Yuan Pill requires a strong cultivator at the Yuan Pill Stage, and compressing Yuan Power into a pill takes a considerable amount of time.
For Lin Zhentian, with his strength at the Minor Yuan Pill Stage, condensing a single "Pure Yuan Pill" would take at least a month. Moreover, during this month, his cultivation efficiency would be extremely low. After all, if he's focused on absorbing Yuan Power to compress into a pill, where would he get the Yuan Power for cultivation?
Although condensing a Pure Yuan Pill comes at no small cost, the Pure Yuan Pill has an enormous effect on Yuan Power cultivation. Thinking about it, it makes sense: it takes a month to condense one Pure Yuan Pill. Even if the user doesn't completely absorb its medicinal properties, it's still equivalent to ten days of arduous cultivation.
Therefore, the price of a "Pure Yuan Pill" is extremely high. Some say that if you compare a Pure Yuan Pill to a Yang Yuan Pill, the ratio is 1 to 100. In other words, one Pure Yuan Pill is worth 1000 Yang Yuan Stones, which is the Lin family's output of Yang Yuan Stones in half a month.
However, because condensing a "Pure Yuan Pill" consumes too much time and energy, unless there's an urgent matter, a strong cultivator at the Yuan Pill Stage would not willingly use their own Yuan Power to condense one.
This is also the reason why Lin Xiao and the others were so surprised.
"Wasting two months of cultivation is nothing. I've just entered the Minor Yuan Pill Stage, and it'll probably take me a whole year to reach Minor Perfection. Since that's the case, it's better to help Dong'er. His potential is something an old man like me can't compare to," Lin Zhentian said, waving his sleeve.
Looking at the old man's face, Lin Dong felt a warmth in his heart. He shook his head and said with a smile, "Grandpa, there's no need. I'll be going to Yan City for these two months."
"Going to Yan City?"
Hearing this, Lin Zhentian and the others were momentarily stunned.
"Yes."
Lin Dong nodded. He needed many things right now. Although using the spiritual grinding mill had excellent cultivation effects, he lacked spiritual herbs to restore his spiritual power. Such spiritual herbs were extremely rare and hard to find in Qingyang Town. Therefore, he had no choice but to go to Yan City, where he could get what he needed as long as he had money.
Spiritual herbs, secret spiritual techniques, secret cultivation manuals... high-level martial arts. Of course, the important thing was to have plenty of Yang Yuan Pills in his spatial bag.
Speaking of "Yang Yuan Pills," Lin Dong couldn't help but feel satisfied. He had made extremely thorough preparations these past few days. After all, he himself was in charge of overseeing a mineral mine, and the Stone Talisman had excellent refining efficiency. Becoming a rich man was not difficult. Of course, he didn't tell Lin Xiao and the others about anything related to the Stone Talisman.
Currently, although Lin Dong possessed spiritual power talent, he only had the "Spirit Transformation Needle" secret spiritual technique, which he obtained from Gu Ying. As for secret cultivation manuals, he had even fewer. The Qingyuan Art could no longer meet his cultivation needs. These things needed to be changed; Qingyang Town could no longer satisfy him.
"You're quite thoughtful in your actions. If you want to go to Yan City, you must have your own plans. An old man like me won't say anything, but you must remember that Yan City is not comparable to Qingyang Town. You must be careful. When do you plan to depart?" Lin Zhentian pondered for a while, not objecting, and then spoke.
"I'll leave tomorrow. After all, it's only two months," Lin Dong said with a smile.
"Alright."
Lin Zhantian nodded slightly, pulling a low-grade Qiankun Bag from his chest. Thanks to the Yangyuan Stone mine, the Lin family members now had access to relatively high-grade items.
"Inside are one hundred Yangyuan Pills. This is the wealth our family has accumulated recently. Take them. Without Yangyuan Pills, you can't do anything in Yan City."
Seeing the old man hand over the Qiankun Bag, Lin Dong's eyes welled up. These one hundred Yangyuan Pills were an enormous fortune for the Lin family. In the past, they would have been worth the entire family's assets.
"Grandpa, don't worry. I won't let the Lin family be destroyed by the Blood Robe Sect."
Although Lin Dong had a very rich personal stash, he knew he couldn't refuse this. Otherwise, Lin Zhantian and the others wouldn't let him go to Yan City. So, he immediately accepted it and said softly.
Lin Zhantian smiled, patted Lin Dong's shoulder, and suddenly said:
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Remember, if in the next two months you still feel you're no match for Wei Tong, then don't participate in the wager. Momentary bravado doesn't make a hero."
Lin Dong silently nodded, his fists slowly clenching inside his sleeves. If anything happened to him, the Lin family would face great disaster.
"Over the past period, our Lin family has also established some strongholds in Yan City. If you have any problems, just go there. Lin Xiao will tell you about them tonight."
"After two months, we will also come to the Arena in Yan City. I'll just remind you one more time: if you're not confident, don't come. Only if you're alive can you seek revenge later."
"..."
Seeing the old man become long-winded, Lin Dong listened quietly until the old man, a little weary, waved his hand. Only then did they slowly leave the room.
The next day, at the main gate of the Lin family, Lin Dong stood with a horse. He didn't bring anyone with him on this trip, not even Xiao Yan. He left Xiao Yan in Qingyang Town. During this time, he didn't want any trouble to disturb his cultivation.
"Brother Lin Dong, you must be careful."
Beside Lin Dong, Qing Tan's eyes were red as she said softly.
Lin Dong smiled and stroked Qing Tan's small head, then looked up at Lin Zhantian and the others standing at the gate, smiling:
"Grandpa, Father, see you in two months!"
With that, he didn't waste any more words. He directly leaped onto the horse, cracked his whip, and then transformed into a cloud of yellow dust, leaving Qingyang Town.
Watching the teenager's disappearing figure, Lin Zhantian and the others sighed. At this moment, they could only pray in their hearts, hoping that in two months, Lin Dong would have made enough progress to contend with Wei Tong...