I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1568 - 370: Lin Fan Is Dead_5

At the age of thirty-three, reaching the early stage of Core Formation, the news of this power could terrify even a ghost.

A tree that stands out in a forest will be destroyed by the wind.

To some cultivators, the existence of Wei Qiu was a threat. However, the Baoling Sect cherished Wei Qiu as a treasure and protected him zealously. Thus, those people schemed to eliminate Wei Qiu’s family in Ling Yuan City.

They hoped that the death of his loved ones would shake Wei Qiu’s Dao heart, leading to a deviation in his cultivation process.

Of course, the Baoling Sect had anticipated this scenario as well, long ago stationing personnel in Ling Yuan City to protect them. The reason they didn’t bring Wei Qiu’s family to the sect was simple; they didn’t want familial affection to influence Wei Qiu’s cultivation.

Lin Fan was extremely perceptive of his surroundings, naturally understanding everything clearly.

It seems Wei Qiu’s status in the Baoling Sect is indeed very high.

Meanwhile, the Chen Family in Ling Yuan City no longer dared to call themselves the top family, and had given that title to the Wei Family. Although the location where the Wei Family lived remained simple, no one dared to underestimate them. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Thirty years later.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."

With a head full of white hair and a face now aged, Lin Fan lay on a chaise longue, faking a cough. It was perfectly normal for a one hundred and seven-year-old Lin Fan to look like this.

"Uncle, uncle, are you okay?"

Seventy-three-year-old Wei An knelt beside the chaise longue, gently holding Uncle Lin’s hand, his face full of anxiety and concern.

He had sought out the most skilled cultivator in healing to examine Uncle Lin’s body.

The cultivator told him that Uncle Lin’s body was already exhausted, his internal organs and vitality dissipated, and although he had taken four Lifespan Extension Pills, this was already the limit.

Perhaps in a day or two he would pass, and he hoped Wei An could be at peace.

This news was a bolt from the blue for Wei An, as if the sky had fallen. To extend Uncle Lin’s life, he had spoken with the sages of the major cultivation families in the city.

Whoever could keep Uncle Lin alive, the Wei Family would be willing to assist them with anything in the future.

Upon hearing this promise, the major cultivation families immediately began seeking solutions, bringing out various precious spiritual medicines from their collections, hoping to extend Lin Fan’s life.

But unfortunately, none had any effect.

In a hurry, Wei An sent a message to Wei Qiu at the Baoling Sect, telling him to return no matter what.

"Little Wei An..." Lin Fan’s voice was slightly weak, and he would cough occasionally while speaking.

"Uncle, I’m here." Wei An’s eyes were red.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are part of life; don’t feel sad, I already accept my fate."

"No, Uncle, don’t say that. I must succeed in extending your life. You must continue to be with me, you can’t leave me behind."

Seeing Uncle Lin’s condition, Wei An felt a stabbing pain in his heart. If he didn’t need to be strong in Uncle Lin’s presence, he would have been crying loudly like he did as a child.

"I know, I know." Lin Fan smiled, trembling as he lifted his hand to pat Wei An’s head, just like he used to do when Wei An was young.

Wei An held Uncle Lin’s hand against his face, rubbing it, and even though he tried hard to hold back his tears, they still flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle..."

"Hmm?"

"Can I call you Dad?"

"Little Wei An, you must remember, your biological parents are great, they are your only parents. Do not forget them."

"I understand, Uncle."

Night fell.

Little Xin’er and Wei An kept vigil at Lin Fan’s bedside.

Qi Yan and Ni Haisheng came several times, noticing that Lin Daoist’s aura was becoming increasingly weak, possibly leaving tonight. For this, they also felt powerless.

Sadness welled up from within their hearts.

Recalling the past events, they never thought Lin Daoist had reached his end.

Wei An held Uncle Lin’s hand, feeling the warmth of his palm, which reassured Wei An somewhat, but still, he dared not relax as the night gradually deepened.

Morning came.

A sorrowful cry emanated from within the room.

"Uncle..."

Wei An wailed in grief. Uncle Lin’s hand had lost its warmth, and his body was chillingly cold.

"Uncle..."

Little Xin’er’s face was ashen as she cried and shouted at the bedside.

Outside, Qi Yan and Ni Haisheng, who had kept watch all night, exchanged a glance with a sorrowful expression, let out a sigh, and pushed the door open to enter, knowing the situation was what it was.

There was simply nothing they could do.

Qi Yan walked to Wei An’s side, gently patting his shoulder, "Wei An, he’s gone, and he went peacefully..."

Wei An’s mind went blank; he couldn’t hear anything.

"Uncle, you promised me, you said you’d be with me. How can you break your word? What am I supposed to do now?"

Images of Uncle Lin’s past moments with him flooded Wei An’s mind.

Uncle Lin’s smile, Uncle Lin’s gentleness, Uncle Lin’s serious expression while making toys for him, continuously replayed in his mind.

When his sorrow reached its peak,

Wei An started breathing heavily.

Outside.

Wei Qiu, upon receiving the news, hurried back, accompanied by an elder.

When they arrived at the courtyard, the mournful cries from inside shocked Wei Qiu, his face changing drastically as he rushed inside.

Seeing Lin Fan lying on the bed,

Wei Qiu cried out in mourning, throwing himself to the bedside.

"Granduncle..."

Seeing Wei Qiu return, Wei An grabbed him urgently, "Qiu, please see if there’s still a way to save your granduncle."

Wei Qiu held granduncle’s hand, circulating mana through his body, and upon examining, spoke with a heavy heart full of sorrow.

"Father, granduncle has truly passed."