Beastmaster of the Ages

Although there was no hard evidence, most Lin Clan disciples could tell someone was targeting them from the recent incidents.

“Tianxi’s still in the Infinitum Swordsea, waiting for a chance to kill Lin Feng and take his rewards from the ancestral world!”

“It must be the ebons that got the Star Hunters to kill Lin Lingxiao as well.”

“The so-called ‘number-one clan of Ebonia’, yet still so underhanded. Disgusting.”

When many were angry, some smartalecs wanted to feel more superior than others, so they would step up.

“Everyone, let’s not spread rumors without evidence. Outsiders will laugh at us.”

“Stop blaming others for your problems.”

“How could there be so many conspiracies in the world?”

“And even if it is the ebons, we deserve it! We were almost allies, but we suddenly trampled on the other side. What about the ebons’ face?”

“As I see it, we should support the Lord of Discipline and get him to plead for forgiveness from the ebons.”

When a clan reached a billion or more members, it would have all kinds of people. Oftentimes, those who placed themselves in danger and contributed to the clan would keep quiet, while those who had no accomplishments but liked to believe themselves wise would shout the loudest.

Fortunately, the Lin Clan now had many who were fiercely devoted to Lin Xiao, while those who were all talk were few. The clan may have already perished, otherwise.

“These people were all found by Lin Yun.” Tianming just couldn’t get how Lin Xiao and Lin Yun could both be from the Lin Clan, yet be so radically different. How could this Lin Yun be so petty?

“Changkong’s fine for now, but if something happens to him and we make some mistakes, those we managed to suppress will step out and try stepping on us to retake authority,” Lin Chongyao sighed. He included his younger brother, Lin Chongjing, in that number.

The reformists weren’t dead yet, just quiet for now. When they got the chance, they would immediately act like Lin Yun’s petty bunch in the council hall.

“Old bastards!” Tianming was angry. Recent events had affected his mental state, and seeing those clowns jumping around was just annoying.

“You must calm down, Feng’er. You and your wives’ duty is to cultivate, not fret over the adults’ matters. Only strength is real. If you grow to be as strong as Yi Daiyan, one day, none of these evil spirits will be able to run away.” Lin Xiao stroked his beard.

Tianming had noticed that after his grandfather had rejoined the council hall, he’d become quieter, and looked older as well. It was most likely from all his new worries. The past him had been as frivolous as he wanted and would even argue with Dongshen Yue every day.

“Yes, Grandfather.” Tianming didn’t say anything else. His mission was to become an astral god, so he entered the Caeli Vault.

“I made some improvements after training in Perpetia City for a few days. Now, I’ll go to Ancestor Grandvoid Swordfiend’s caelum and be a little bee again.”

At this moment, Yin Chen let out a screech. “Dongshen Zhuojun… has just… snatched the… ancient relic!”

“He snatched it?” Tianming was no longer in the mood to cultivate and left the Caeli Vault. “It’s really hard these days to peacefully cultivate!”

“Grandfather!” When Tianming came out, he saw that they all had a Yin Chen on their hand.

“Why’d you come out?” Lin Xiao scolded.

“I came out to check out the situation on Mount Taia.”

Yin Chen was still reporting; the battle was ongoing and hadn’t concluded yet.

Lin Xiao couldn’t go over in time, so he could only frown with concern.

“Have you told your grandmother yet?” Lin Xiao asked.

“I told Yin Chen to tell her.” Yin Chen’s efficiency at conveying information was much higher even than those golden transmission stones.

“Grandfather, why’d Uncle Zhuojun take action? Were his chances good? I mean, the ebons must’ve set up a strict perimeter.”

“It has… recently slackened,” Yin Chen said.

“Could it be a trap?” Tianming frowned.

“I worried about that, too, but Yin Chen said no one was nearby lying in wait and Chi Hun was far away.” Lin Xiao was frowning as well.

“The whole matter is strange,” Lin Chongyao added.

“I think…. Yin Chen, get Uncle Zhuojun to leave if he can’t get it. Tell him it’s my grandfather’s intentions.” As a relative of Dongshen Yue, Dongshen Zhuojun could be considered Tianming’s uncle.

“Zhuojun got… the treasure! He’s retreating!” Yin Chen was suddenly excited.

“Huh?” Tianming and the elders were all shocked.

“The enemy… was careless… not strong… enough guards!” Yin Chen said.

“How could they be so careless? They didn’t take it away and guarded it to lure the Dongshen Clan over.” Lin Chongyao was in disbelief.

“There are no traps around?” Lin Xiong loudly asked.

“No traps! Some reinforcements… coming but… too late. Dongshen Zhuojun… very familiar… with the… local terrain!” That was Dongshen Zhuojun’s advantage. He had grown up on Mount Taia. After over a thousand years there, he knew it like the back of his hand. Combined with Yin Chen’s intelligence gathering on his pursuers, it wasn’t difficult for him to make a getaway.

“Good job there, Zhuojun! He’s young, but he’s even higher ranked on the reges mundi ranking than me.” Lin Xiong slapped his thigh in excitement. Dongshen Yue’s older brother, Dongshen Yang, was even older than Lin Xiao. This was exactly the time the Dongshen Clan needed Dongshen Zhuojun to support it.

“What’s the situation?” Lin Xiao kept asking.

“Running away! Many pursuers! I’m now… arranging an… escape route… for him!” Yin Chen said. Its ability to process information was truly too terrifying. It was reporting to Tianming’s group while simultaneously using four billion pairs of eyes to track the situation.