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The atmosphere in the Lin family's Qianshan meeting hall was depressing.

The Great Elder Lin Chongshan was sitting on the throne of the family head with a gloomy expression.

He stared intently at the several deacons kneeling and trembling in front of him.

"Still not found?"

Lin Chongshan's voice was hoarse and filled with irrepressible violence.

"Back to... Back to the great elder, we have led people to search the ancestor's secret retreat room, the side hall of the ancestral temple, and even the forbidden area in the back mountain three times."

The leading eighth-level Qi Refining deacon broke out in cold sweat and said in a trembling voice, "There is no... no sign of the Foundation Establishment Pill. Moreover, the accounts of the Hidden Gong Pavilion and the Internal Affairs Hall..."

"What happened to the accounts? Tell me!"

"The low-grade spiritual stones in the Internal Affairs Hall, together with the five hundred-year-old purple essence grass that was prepared for tribute, were secretly emptied by the ancestors a month ago. Today, the family treasure house is actually...only an empty shell."

"Plop!"

The deacon could no longer bear the pressure and collapsed to the ground.

Lin Chongshan let out a long breath, and his whole figure seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

He slumped in his chair, his eyes full of anger and a trace of deeply hidden fear.

The Foundation Establishment Pill is gone, and the family's hundreds of years of accumulation are gone.

That damn old ghost, before trying to break through the golden elixir, actually wiped out all the Lin family's wealth!

Lin Chongshan had tried all his tricks, but in the end, all he got was a crumbling empty shell of the family.

"Trash! Call me all the people who have entered the ancestor's secret room in the past month! I want to search for souls!"

Lin Chongshan slapped the stone case suddenly, and the pressure from the initial stage of foundation building suddenly dissipated, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the stone case in front of him.

"Great Elder! It's not good!"

At this moment, a direct disciple covered in blood rushed into the hall and screamed: "Chen family! Liu family! They are coming!"

Lin Chongshan stood up suddenly, his face pale: "What? How could it be?!"

"The ancestors of the Chen family and the Liu family personally led the team and have arrived outside the mountain gate!"

Outside the gate of Linjiashan, it's a hundred feet high in the sky.

A dark vessel with a faint spiritual light hovered in the air.

On top of the dharma boat, two figures emitting powerful spiritual energy fluctuations stood side by side, overlooking the crumbling light blue clan-protecting formation of the Lin family.

The person on the left is wearing a blue-patterned robe, with a haggard face and sinister eyes. He exudes the majestic pressure of the middle stage of foundation construction. He is Chen Wanhe, the ancestor of the Chen family.

A burly middle-aged man stands on the right side, with his upper body bare and his skin showing a bronze metallic luster. He holds a giant ax the size of a door panel. His energy and blood strength in the early stages of foundation building is obviously higher than that of ordinary early stage monks. This man is Liu Mang, the ancestor of the Liu family.

"Brother Chen, is your internal intelligence information really reliable? Is that old bastard Lin Xuanhe really dead?"

Liu Mang spat, the sound was like a bell, his eyes flashed with cruelty and greed.

Chen Wanhe sneered and gently twirled his beard with his thin fingers: "My foreign affairs officer Chen Ping saw Lin Chongshan with his own eyes, and the internal officers I sent out also secretly observed it for seven days. The reaction of that old boy Lin Chongshan cannot be deceived. If Lin Xuanhe was still alive, with Lin Chongshan's ten courages, he would not dare to block the ancestral temple and establish himself as king. Now that the Lin family is empty, it is the perfect time to uproot it."

"Haha, okay! The Lin family has occupied the black iron veins and two first-order spiritual veins in the southern part of Qingyang County for many years. It's time to change owners!"

Liu Mang laughed loudly, and his voice shook the mountain-protecting formation with ripples.

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