Chapter 90

Deep in the Amazon rainforest, in front of an ancient temple that has stood for nearly ten thousand years, a group of nearly a hundred elite soldiers was now reduced to just over a dozen survivors.

In the battle with the mutated creatures guarding the temple, only a dozen or so bloodsuckers with formidable vitality survived, while the other elite soldiers of the DR organization were completely wiped out.

Among the survivors, besides the bloodsuckers, there was a young man from the East, holding a two-meter-wide-bladed giant sword. His black hair reached his waist, and his eyes were as cold as ice that had frozen for ten thousand years, but his face was expressionless as he stood still, covered in the dark green blood of the mutated creatures.

At this moment, the eyes of the dozen or so bloodsuckers were all focused on the temple's entrance, as their chairman had been inside for over two hours.

"The chairman has been in there for a long time. I hope nothing has happened."

"Our chairman is so powerful. No matter how strong the creatures in this temple are, they are no match for him."

"I'm not so sure. You saw the abilities of those mutated creatures. If it weren't for Young Master Linghan, we would all have been in mortal danger."

The young man called Linghan said coldly, "Father will be fine. The creatures that attacked us weren't mutated creatures. They are called Wood Spirits, and you wouldn't understand even if I explained."

Clearly, these bloodsuckers had a great fear of this cold young master. They all responded, "As you say, Young Master."

About ten minutes later, the ground suddenly shook violently. The majestic and imposing temple in front of them crumbled in a very short time, causing a destructive force comparable to an 8.0 magnitude earthquake.

Fortunately, the dozen or so people guarding the temple all had formidable abilities. They quickly flew out of the epicenter of the earthquake and took cover over a thousand meters away, thus avoiding the impact.

A few minutes later, the vast temple had completely collapsed, and a deep, bottomless pit had formed where it once stood.

The group looked at each other, clearly feeling uneasy that the chairman had not yet appeared.

Even Linghan, who had absolute confidence in his father's strength, began to feel a slight worry.

At this moment, a figure suddenly shot up from the pit, and everyone, including Linghan, focused their attention on this person.

The eyes of the bloodsuckers were full of reverence and submission, while Linghan showed a hint of wild joy.

In an instant, the figure, using some unknown method, flew a kilometer in the air and landed gracefully in front of the group.

He appeared to be in his thirties, with a sword-like brow and eagle-like eyes, exuding a sense of authority and majesty. His silver hair did not make him look old at all, but rather added to his transcendent and extraordinary appearance.

He was an Easterner, the founder of the DR organization, and he was actually an Easterner!

If Su Yang were present, he would not only be shocked but also astonished to learn that this person was a cultivator.

At this moment, the person's divine consciousness was extended, and his true essence energy flowed throughout his body. Just by this, it could be determined that his cultivation level was at least at the Foundation Establishment stage.

"Father, you have returned," Linghan said, inserting his giant sword into the ground and stepping forward to bow.

"Linghan, you have done well," Ling Zhenxian said with a hearty laugh. "The gains from this trip were far beyond my expectations."

Linghan's eyebrows twitched, and he asked curiously, "Is there more than one magical artifact in this Yanmin Temple?"

"Three!" Ling Zhenxian held up three fingers and said with a sigh, "Three magical artifacts and a hundred ordinary spirit stones, which are equivalent to what our family has collected over two hundred years."

The Ling family of Lingnan had been a prominent clan since the end of the Han Dynasty, producing several figures who shook the world, including a great figure who had transcended the void, named Ling Tian. The family has been passed down to this day, hidden in the world, and wields immense power globally.

Five hundred years ago, a high-level cultivator from the cultivation domain descended, taking away almost all the cultivators on Earth, but Ling Tian chose to refuse at the last moment.

However, he did not stay to preserve the tradition of the Yanhuang Dao like Yu Ji. He had a different plan for his future.

On the day the high-level cultivator took away all the cultivators on Earth, Ling Tian left the cultivation domain and returned to the mortal world, establishing and expanding his family's influence.

A monstrous figure who had already reached the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment five hundred years ago, in five centuries, could develop a family's influence to what extent? The prosperity of the DR organization is a testament to this.

A hundred years ago, Ling Tian entered seclusion to cultivate, no longer involving himself in worldly affairs, as his lifespan was running out. If he could not break through to the Golden Core stage in the next hundred years, he would turn to dust.

In recent years, the family has been controlled by his son, Ling Zhenxian, who has already entered the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Unlike Ling Tian, who only wanted his family to live comfortably and have both power and wealth, Ling Zhenxian is an absolute ambitious person. Since entering the cultivation realm, his goal has been to control the entire world and use its resources to reach a higher level.

This is the true reason for the existence of the DR organization. After a hundred years of operation, the DR organization has gradually come to the surface, controlling four of the world's top ten financial groups. Its vast scale and astonishing power make it untouchable even by a major country, especially since the DR organization has absorbed many powerful humans and even non-humans from around the world.

This time, Ling Zhenxian personally led his team to the Amazon, making thorough preparations to secure the items in the Yanmin Temple. Although they experienced some dangers and suffered significant losses, the gains were enormous.

They obtained three magical artifacts, one of which was almost as powerful as a magical treasure. Over the past five hundred years, the Ling family had never stopped searching for the remaining magical artifacts on Earth. To date, they have only found four, three of which Ling Tian took into a secret realm to prepare for breaking through to the Golden Core stage, leaving only one.

"Linghan, take good care of this Seven Star Lamp. Cultivate it daily with your true essence energy. Although you cannot refine this magical artifact, using your true essence energy can unleash about 20% of its power, significantly enhancing your strength. Moreover, this artifact can gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which will greatly benefit your future cultivation."

Linghan's eyes sparkled as he took the ancient lamp from his father. He, who was just a step away from the early stage of Foundation Establishment, immediately released a thread of true essence energy into the lamp.

Instantly, the seemingly ordinary lamp emitted a brilliant light. Seven star-like light orbs floated above the lamp, rotating in an orderly manner.

Linghan felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a ten-mile radius being gathered around him. In just a few breaths, the effect was equivalent to half a day of cultivation.

Ling Zhenxian, who had high hopes for his only son with exceptional cultivation talent, was willing to give him the Seven Star Lamp.

Seeing his son's wild joy, Ling Zhenxian instructed, "Linghan, this is just part of its power. Try to use your divine consciousness as a guide and your true essence energy as the source to drive the Seven Star Lamp to attack."

Linghan understood immediately and followed the instructions. As he recited the incantation, the seven star-like light orbs at the top of the lamp suddenly aligned and shot out a hundred meters, explosively burning down a dozen towering trees.

This power was almost as strong as his father's "Purple Heaven Thunder Technique." Seeing this, Linghan's heart was greatly shaken, and his desire to reach the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment became even stronger. Only at this stage could he generate the Purple Mansion True Fire, allowing him to refine and fully utilize the magical artifact.

Ling Zhenxian nodded slightly and said, "With this magical artifact, even those at the early stage of Foundation Establishment are no match for you, unless they also have a magical artifact. However, apart from our Ling family, there are no other cultivators in this world. Therefore, in a sense, you are already one of the most powerful beings on Earth."

"Compared to the bloodsucker princes?" Linghan asked, meeting his father's gaze.

"First, those three became princes because of the spirit-gathering array we set up. They are our allies, not enemies. Second, with the Seven Star Lamp, you can defend against all three of them together."

"From what I see, perhaps only the resurrected Cain could pose a threat to you. But once I refine the other two magical artifacts, with three refined magical artifacts, even ten Cains would be no match for me."

The father and son were speaking in the Lingnan dialect, which the bloodsuckers could not understand. However, they all looked at each other in awe and drew in a sharp breath after witnessing Linghan's powerful attack with the Seven Star Lamp.

At this moment, a black shadow broke through the air, revealing Howard, who should have been stationed at the DR headquarters in Hawaii.

Since advancing to the rank of bloodsucker count, Howard had not run at full speed for a long time. Even in the perilous Amazon rainforest, he could still advance at a speed that created afterimages, eventually catching up with the chairman who had already made significant gains.

"Why did you come?" Ling Zhenxian frowned and said coldly upon seeing Howard.

"Chairman, this sudden incident is very serious, so I—"

Howard, despite his bloodthirsty and arrogant nature, felt a chill run down his spine under Ling Zhenxian's gaze. Although he had always believed that if he advanced to the rank of duke, he could match the chairman.

"Today, I am in a good mood, so I will overlook your disobedience and leaving the headquarters. But remember, there will be no next time."

Ling Zhenxian did not ask what the matter was, but first scolded him, then said, "Speak. What is so urgent that you came here?"

"It's like this—"

A few minutes later, Howard had finished explaining that Edward had died in Shanghai and that Su Yang was likely the "Chinese Yang" who had disrupted the bloodsuckers' plans in the Battle of the Tower of London.

He concluded, "Chairman, you have repeatedly instructed that if the whereabouts of 'Chinese Yang' are discovered, we must notify you immediately."

Howard felt quite aggrieved, as he had rushed to the Amazon rainforest to show his loyalty and earn merit.

Upon hearing the name "Chinese Yang," Ling Zhenxian's face showed a hint of joy.

His usually cold tone softened slightly, and he said, "You have done well. This information is indeed important. In return, I will set up a spirit-gathering array for you. In a few years, or even a year or two, you should be able to advance to the rank of duke."

Hearing Ling Zhenxian's promise, Howard's grievances and dissatisfaction vanished instantly. He clearly remembered that over a decade ago, it was the spirit-gathering array set up by the chairman that created the current three bloodsucker princes. Otherwise, it would have taken at least a hundred years for the three dukes to advance to the prince stage through their own cultivation.

It was also at that time that the bloodsuckers and the DR organization reached an agreement and formed an alliance.

For years, Howard had been following the chairman like a lapdog, all for this great benefit. He never imagined that a piece of information would earn him the coveted spirit-gathering array.

Linghan, seeing his father's interest in the name "Chinese Yang," showed a thoughtful expression but did not speak, as it was not the right time to ask.

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