Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 285 The Incident in Dongli Shocks All Sides

Matsuyama.

Inside the wooden house.

Bai Mei, Jian Wusheng, Monk Liaochen, Yun Zhongge, Zhou Lie, and Yun Yao sat in a circle.

Yun Zhongge spoke first, her expression somewhat complicated.

"All the members of the Corpse Refining Sect in Dongli are gone."

Zhou Lie nodded, "Forty-seven, not one left."

Jian Wusheng's tone was solemn:

"The Eighteen Arhats were said to have killed him cleanly and swiftly; the elder of the Corpse Refining Sect had his head smashed with a single punch."

Monk Liaochen chanted a Buddhist prayer:

"Amitabha, Benefactor Lin is... establishing his authority."

He paused, then added:

"That's a pretty ruthless way to establish authority."

White-browed stroked his beard and slowly began to speak:

"As expected."

Several people looked at him.

Bai Mei picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said slowly and deliberately:

"Think about it, what time is it now? Celestial Immortals dare not act rashly, and Lin Chen's power is completely ahead by a cliff."

That old man, Dugu Qiubai, single-handedly turned the Corpse Refining Sect upside down.

If the eighteen Arhats joined forces, they could probably hold their own against a celestial being.

Nobody knows how many trump cards he's secretly holding.

He glanced at everyone and continued:

"If we don't establish our authority now, when will we? The Corpse Refining Sect has just walked right into our line of fire. It would be strange if they didn't take any action."

Yun Zhongge nodded thoughtfully, then asked:

"If that's the case, then Lin Chen might have a Celestial Immortal-level expert under his command?"

Bai Mei nodded: "That's definitely true."

Putting everything else aside, just take Guan Yu for example. You all saw him last time; he could break through to a higher realm at any moment.

And Li Bai, Yuan Tiangang, and Jing Ke who fled to Dongli—their information differs greatly from what we've gathered. That kid's cunning!

Bai Mei paused, then narrowed his eyes.

"I just don't know how much he's still hiding, that gives him the confidence to confront the Corpse Refining Sect head-on."

You should know that the Corpse Refining Sect has several old monsters, especially that old geezer Shi Tian, ​​who can be ruthless when he goes berserk.

Zhou Lie interjected:

"Senior White Eyebrows, at this moment, isn't Shi Tian afraid of... that taboo?"

Bai Mei glanced at him and smiled:

"If it really comes down to the brink of annihilation, even if he doesn't want to act, he'll have no choice but to!"

Zhou Lie was taken aback:

"Could Lin Chen have driven the Corpse Refining Sect to that level?"

Bai Mei didn't answer directly, but a glint flashed in his eyes, and then he chuckled:

"Who can say for sure? Anyway, it's none of our business, as long as it doesn't affect our plans."

If we follow his rules for now, he won't do anything to us.

Bai Mei stood up and walked to the window.

The night breeze blew in, carrying the scent of mountain plants and trees.

He looked at the night outside and said slowly:

"This Lin Chen, although young, is very methodical in his work."

He's not an unreasonable person; as long as you don't cross his bottom line, he's very easy to talk to.

He turned around and looked at the group:

"So, from now on, let's just do what we need to do, don't cause trouble, don't touch the Lin family's people or territory, and let's all live in peace."

Several people nodded, their eyes flickering uncertainly.

……

Three days later.

Zhongzhou.

Corpse Refining Sect.

The main hall was gloomy, even the candlelight was green.

The Corpse King sat in the main seat, his face ashen, almost as pale as a dead man.

Eight elders stood below, not daring to utter a sound.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost palpable.

The Corpse King gripped the handrail so tightly it creaked, and wood chips fell from between his fingers.

"Forty-seven people," he said, his voice barely audible, "all dead, not a single one left."

No one dared to speak.

"That Lin Chen," the Corpse King stood up and walked down the steps, each step heavy.

"A bumpkin from the Eastern Region dares to use my people to establish his authority?"

He walked up to an elder and stared at him:

"Do you think he's tired of living?"

The elder trembled and lowered his head, saying:

"Sect Master, please calm your anger..."

"Calm down?" The Corpse Demon laughed, a sinister laugh. "I can't calm down."

He turned around, his back to the crowd, and looked at the sky outside the hall.

After a long silence, he let out a sinister laugh:

"Good, very good."

He turned back and looked at the elders below:

"Where is that invincible Dugu Qiubai now?"

An elder said in a trembling voice:

"Reporting to the sect leader, we just received news that... in Blood Corpse Valley, another of our corpse-raising grounds has been destroyed. Three hundred blood corpses that have been cultivated for two hundred years have all been turned into dust by him."

The Corpse King nodded:

"Okay, very good."

He walked back to the head of the table, sat down, and tapped his fingers on the armrest.

dong dong dong.

It was knocked seven times.

Then he spoke:

"Activate that 'Corpse Immortal'."

The elders were stunned.

The hall was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

After a long while, an elder finally spoke, trembling:

"Sect Master, the Corpse Immortal is crucial to our plan when the world undergoes a great upheaval. Activating it now..."

The corpse demon suddenly raised its head, its eyes as cold as knives.

"I said, activate the Corpse Immortal."

The elder trembled and almost knelt down.

"Yes, yes!"

After everyone had left, the hall echoed with the Corpse King's mutterings:

"Lin Chen, don't you like to play? I'll play with you."

He paused, then added:

"Play until you die."

……

Blood Corpse Valley.

Corpses were everywhere.

No, there are body parts everywhere.

Dugu Qiubai stood in the middle, covered in blood, with blood beads even hanging from his eyebrows.

But it wasn't his blood.

He looked down at the sword in his hand, blood still dripping from its blade, pooling on the ground.

"The thirty-seventh," he murmured.

There were thirty-seven people in total, from the elders in charge to the disciples.

He looked up and glanced around.

The valley was quiet; there wasn't even the sound of insects.

The wind blew by, carrying a heavy smell of blood and dust from his mangled remains.

He frowned, turned around, and walked out.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

Thousands of miles away, at the headquarters of the Corpse Refining Sect, something seems to be awakening.

You can't see it, but you can feel it.

That cold, sticky feeling, like crawling out of a grave.

Dugu Qiubai narrowed his eyes and gripped his sword tightly.

"bring it on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dugu Qiubai's figure disappeared from the spot.

……

Zhenbei Palace.

Lin Chen stood in the courtyard, looking at the moon in the sky.

The moon is round and bright tonight, shining so brightly that it makes the ground look like it's covered in frost.

He suddenly thought of Dugu Qiubai.

That old man, he's been wandering around Zhongzhou all this time, I wonder how he is doing.

Just then, I heard footsteps behind me.

Yuan Tiangang's voice rang out:

"My lord."

Lin Chen didn't turn around:

"explain."

Yuan Tiangang walked to his side and lowered his voice:

"News has come from Zhongzhou that the Corpse Refining Sect has activated some kind of 'Corpse Immortal,' possibly targeting Dugu Qiubai."

Lin Chen's eyes narrowed:

"A Corpse Immortal? What's that?"

Yuan Tiangang shook his head:

"It's still unclear. All we know is that it's one of the Corpse Refining Sect's trump cards, and it's said to be very sinister."

The Corpse Refining Sect has been secretly cultivating this technique for years, never using it before.

Lin Chen was silent for a moment, then asked:

"What is Dugu Qiubai's current cultivation level?"

Yuan Tiangang said:

"Late stage of the Land Immortal realm, but his combat power should be at the peak of the Land Immortal realm."

Sword cultivators are known to grow stronger with each battle. Given Dugu Qiubai's talent, and after so many encounters with the Corpse Refining Sect, he has likely improved considerably.

Lin Chen nodded:

"That's fine then. Let him do what he wants. We can't help him or get involved. That old man is tough."

Yuan Tiangang nodded without saying a word.

Lin Chen turned around and looked at him:

"Old Yuan, do you think we can still live such a peaceful and stable life like we do now after all this upheaval?"

Yuan Tiangang thought about it carefully and said:

"I don't know, but I do know that as long as you are here, the Lin family will exist."

Lin Chen paused for a moment, then smiled:

"Alright, your flattery skills have improved."

He patted Yuan Tiangang on the shoulder:

"Go to sleep, you have things to do tomorrow."

Yuan Tiangang cupped his hands in greeting and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Lin Chen called out to him.

Yuan Tiangang turned around.

Lin Chen thought for a moment and said:

"Have someone keep an eye on the Corpse Refining Sect. Report any movements immediately. Although Old Man Dugu is tough, we can't completely ignore him."

Yuan Tiangang nodded: "Understood."

After saying that, he took a step back and disappeared from the spot.

Lin Chen stood still and looked up at the moon again.

The moon is still so round and so bright.

He suddenly remembered what Yuan Tiangang had said earlier.

As long as the Lord is here, the Lin family will remain.

He smiled.

This sounds like flattery, but upon closer inspection, it actually makes some sense.

As long as he is here, the Lin family will exist.

Without him, the Lin family ceased to exist.

Therefore, he must live well.

He lived longer than anyone else.

Lin Chen stretched and turned to walk towards the backyard.