Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate-Chapter 362 - 222 Funeral_1
Chapter 362 -222 Funeral_1
Green Bamboo Mountain, Lin Family Clan Grounds.
On a mountain peak outside the Protective Clan Formation, several clan members were practicing Sword Flight as they swept across the peak.
These individuals were members of the Lin Family’s Law Enforcement Hall. Following Lin Shikang’s orders to strengthen the security, the Enforcement Hall temporarily issued many tasks, recruiting a number of cultivators at the Fifth Level of Qi Refinement and above to take turns patrolling.
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Today, it was Lin Xingpu’s turn to lead the patrol. Following the arrangements made by the Law Enforcement Hall Master, Lin Xingzhi, they split into two groups to patrol the expansive area spanning tens of miles beyond the Protective Clan Formation.
Regarding these orders, Lin Xingzhi didn’t offer any explanation. Although Lin Xingpu was somewhat puzzled in his heart, he still carried out his duties as usual.
Today marked the tenth day he had led the patrol. Accompanied by several members, he arrived at a location tens of miles from the Protective Clan Formation as required and began the patrol.
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At this moment, within the patrolling group, one member was murmuring something as they practiced Sword Flight.
Lin Xingpu frowned upon hearing this idle chatter.
His expression serious, he immediately said, “Xing Ji, the patrol duty is an arrangement from the family. Don’t speak carelessly anymore. If Xingzhi finds out, be careful the family rules and laws don’t come after you.”
No sooner had he finished speaking, another member chimed in, “Yes, I’ve even heard about a Tian Clan Member who made a mistake, had their cultivation sealed, and was sent to a secret chamber to face the wall and reflect for three years.”
Another clan member, hearing this and with a look of terror, couldn’t help but comment, “Three years, if it were closed-door cultivation for three years, that would be one thing. But being sealed and facing the wall for three years is no different than being an ordinary person. I can’t even begin to imagine what that would feel like over these three years.”
Hearing these words from his fellow members and thinking about Lin Xingzhi’s usual stern and serious way of handling things, Xing Ji’s complexion changed, and he quickly looked around cautiously, afraid that some clan member passing by might hear the complaints he had just uttered.
Seeing his expression, the rest of the clan members started to laugh.
“Alright, stop talking about useless things. Patrolling is the family’s arrangement. Everyone must do their duty, and not bring trouble to the family by neglecting your responsibilities or harboring complaints. After all, having received the family’s salary, we must do our jobs well with peace of mind,” they said.
“Understood?”
Hearing Lin Xingpu’s stern words, the several members immediately responded with a grave expression, “Yes.”
Lin Xingpu nodded his head, then resumed Sword Flight, leading the members to continue patrolling around the Lin Family Clan Grounds.
Time slowly passed, and a year went by in tranquility.
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On this day, within the cave dwelling of Lin Tianming.
In the Pill Refining Room, he sat cross-legged on the floor. Spiritual Power flashed in his hand, striking the Blueflame Furnace until a scent of elixirs wafted out, and he ceased his efforts.
Lifting the lid of the furnace, several Lingshen Pills lay at the bottom. He collected the elixirs and stored all of them in a Jade Bottle.
Just as he was about to strike while the iron was hot and continue with alchemy, a message pierced through the prohibitions and hovered before him.
Pausing, he then cast a Law Decree to read the content of the message.
After a few moments, his expression turned mournful. After tidying up the chaotic Pill Refining Room, he pushed the door and walked out.
Before long, he arrived in a courtyard located halfway up the mountain.
By this time, more than a dozen clan members had gathered in the courtyard. They were all Foundation Establishment Cultivators of the Lin Family, and apart from those who had been dispatched elsewhere, nearly everyone in the Clan Grounds was there.
Seeing Lin Tianming arrive, Lin Xingzhi and a few others came up and nodded greetings to each other.
Lin Xingzhi’s face was touched with sorrow as he said, “Tianming, Seventh Uncle’s time is drawing near, and he has only a few days left. He specifically asked to see you. Hurry inside!”
Lin Tianming nodded and proceeded toward the depths of the courtyard.
After passing through several long corridors and pavilions, he arrived at a quiet chamber.
At this point, several members of the Shi Clan were present, as well as one member of the Xing Clan, the only descendant of Lin Shigang with a Spiritual Root. His name was Lin Xinghan, more than eighty years old, with a cultivation at the Fifth Level of Qi Refinement.
Lin Xinghan was kneeling in front of the bed, his eyes red and tears streaming down his face as he waited quietly.
Above, the elderly and haggard Lin Shihe with white hair sat at the head of the bed, with Lin Shikang on the other side.
One on the left and one on the right, they held Lin Shigang’s hand, occasionally nodding and saying something.
But most of the time, it was Lin Shigang speaking. He was apparently giving instructions concerning his last wishes.
Lin Shigang, a year or two younger than Lin Shihe, was facing the end of his life sooner than the older Lin Shihe, which is not unusual in the Cultivation World.
Many cultivators of the same age, with deeper cultivation or having consumed some genius treasures, generally possess stronger vitality and can live a few extra years.
Since Lin Shihe previously served as the head of the Scripture Pavilion and compared to the overworked Lin Shigang of the Skill Transmission Hall, he had a somewhat easier time, with more opportunities for cultivation and a marginally deeper cultivation.
Therefore, it was not surprising that he could live a few years longer than Lin Shigang.
However, now that Lin Shigang’s end was near, it meant that Lin Shihe, who was even older, wouldn’t have much time left either.
Aware of this, Lin Shihe gripped Lin Shigang’s hand tightly. Both had given up on the attempt to reach Foundation Establishment more than twenty years ago and could only wait for their natural end.
They both had long since come to terms with this reality and had accepted it, so there was no expression of reluctance on their faces.
Upon seeing Lin Tianming enter, Lin Shikang waved his hand, indicating for him to hurry over.
Lin Tianming did not delay, quickly stepping forward to come to Lin Shigang’s bedside.
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