Chapter 90

When Lin Feng returned, the entire Lin family became lively, as everyone welcomed him back with enthusiasm.

Lin Feng's return had alleviated the gloom that had hung over the Lin family for some time.

"Feng'er, how have the past three years been at Jialan Academy? Is the monthly allowance enough?" Lin Cangqiong asked with concern.

"Everything is fine, and the money is sufficient," Lin Feng said with a smile. In fact, if he were to be honest, the money was not enough. For example, when Lin Feng entered the cultivation tower for practice, he had to find ways to gather the funds himself and would never ask the family for money. This was because supporting Lin Feng's studies at Jialan Academy was already a huge expense, and the money needed for him to enter the cultivation tower was something the Lin family could not afford unless they sold their ancestral property.

"Feng-ge, there must be many powerful people at Jialan Academy, right? I heard that many descendants of noble families gather there," a chubby boy said. This boy was two years younger than Lin Feng, fourteen years old, and named Lin Dong. He was the only son of Lin Feng's third uncle, Lin Xiong.

"Yes, there are many people, and they are all very powerful," Lin Feng nodded.

"Feng'er, how has your cultivation been at Jialan Academy?" Lin Feng's third aunt asked.

This was a topic that everyone was concerned about, but some of the elders were too embarrassed to ask.

However, this matter truly concerned the rise and fall of the Lin family.

"Feng'er has not let down the expectations of the elders. Now, I have already broken through to the Third Heaven of the Martial Master realm," Lin Feng said.

"Ah..."

In the hall, exclamations of surprise echoed.

Everyone was incredibly shocked.

The strongest person in the Lin family, the patriarch Lin Cangqiong, was only at the Eighth Heaven of the Martial Master realm.

And Lin Feng, who was only sixteen years old, had already broken through to the Third Heaven of the Martial Master realm.

"Feng'er, is that true? Don't joke with us," the second elder said, his voice trembling.

"How could Feng'er dare to deceive the elders?"

Lin Feng said, snapping his finger to send a stream of true qi flying out of the hall, instantly piercing through a rockery in the courtyard and causing it to collapse.

True qi released!

This was the level that could only be achieved at the Martial Master realm.

"Heaven blesses our Lin family, heaven blesses our Lin family."

Some of the elders, with tears streaming down their faces, wiped away their tears, extremely moved.

The emergence of a powerful individual in a clan could perhaps revitalize the entire clan.

"Feng'er, rest well today. Tomorrow, we will hold a ceremony to honor our ancestors and tell them this good news. Our Lin family has finally produced a remarkable descendant," Lin Cangqiong said.

"Yes, Grandfather..."

After the banquet, Lin Feng returned to the small courtyard with his father, Lin Baitian.

"Cough, cough..." Lin Baitian coughed violently. Since Lin Feng could remember, his father had always been coughing.

"Father, are you okay?" Lin Feng asked worriedly.

"It's just an old ailment, nothing to worry about," Lin Baitian waved his hand.

The two of them sat at a table, brewing tea. Lin Feng couldn't help but ask, "Father, is something wrong with the family?"

"There are some issues, but you don't need to worry. The elders will handle it," Lin Baitian said with a smile.

"Is it the Su family?" Lin Feng asked.

Lin Baitian nodded and said, "It's the Su family. Recently, for some reason, they have been drifting away from our Lin and Wang families."

Lin Feng sighed inwardly.

This matter originated from the strained relationship between him and Su Yuexi.

At the time, considering the alliance between the Lin and Su families, Lin Feng did not deliberately make things difficult for Su Yuexi and did not tell the elders about what happened at Jialan Academy to avoid worrying them. However, he did not expect the Su family to be the first to act treacherously, now even allying with the Bai family, seemingly planning to take action against the Lin family.

A cold, murderous intent surfaced in Lin Feng's heart, "Su family, don't do anything to betray our Lin family, or I, Lin Feng, will destroy your entire clan!"

Family was everything to Lin Feng!

To protect his family, Lin Feng would do anything.

Even if his hands were stained with blood.

He would do it without hesitation.

"Father, since the Su family is drifting away from our Lin and Wang families, we need to be cautious to avoid being stabbed in the back by them," Lin Feng said.

"Right, the clan is already on guard. It's late, you should rest," Lin Baitian said.

"Then I'll take my leave. Father, you should also rest early." Lin Feng got up and left his father's room, closing the door behind him.

"Long'er, our child has grown up... really grown up..."

After Lin Feng left, Lin Baitian muttered to himself, seemingly lost in some memories, his eyes filled with immense pain.

Cough, cough, cough...

Lin Baitian coughed violently.

He covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

When he finally stopped coughing, there was a pool of blood on the handkerchief.

"The Dao injury is getting worse," Lin Baitian muttered.

Lin Baitian's gaze grew deeper, as if weighing the pros and cons, as if making a difficult decision. After a long time, only a sigh echoed in the room.

Next door, hearing his father's coughing, Lin Feng could not fall asleep for a long time.

"Are you worried about your father? Haha, I didn't realize you were such a filial son," the Fire Kirin said.

"Don't joke about my father," Lin Feng said coldly.

"Your father has an internal injury, and it's very serious. Healing it won't be easy," the Fire Kirin said.

"What? My father has an internal injury?"

Lin Feng suddenly sat up, his eyes wide and staring at the Fire Kirin.

"Of course, do you think I would be wrong?" the Fire Kirin said, curling its lip.

Lin Feng scrambled out of bed and came to the Fire Kirin's side, saying, "For so many years, Father's health has been getting worse. If you can see that he has an injury, you must be able to heal him, right?"

"I do have a way to heal your father, but it requires a main ingredient that you can't obtain," the Fire Kirin said.

"What is it?" Lin Feng asked.

"Jiaolong's precious blood!"

The Fire Kirin said.

Lin Feng's mouth twitched violently. Jiaolong was a creature recorded in the *Classic of Mountains and Seas*.

It could control the clouds and rain, ride the clouds and mist, ascend to the heavens and dive into the sea, capable of anything.

"With your talent, you might be able to cultivate to the Yin-Yang realm within a hundred years, at which point you might have a chance to obtain Jiaolong's blood. But by then, your father will be long dead," the Fire Kirin said.

"Is there any way you can help me?" Lin Feng took a deep breath and asked in an unprecedentedly serious tone.

In the darkness, the Fire Kirin's fiery red eyes stared at the resolute young man before him.

The determination, seriousness, and even the pleading expression on the young man's face for his family slightly touched the Fire Kirin's heart, which had long been cold.

"Perhaps we can try, but we need to prepare some things..."