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"Yuan'er, step forward."
In the center of the Lin family ancestral temple, a complex foundation-building array is emitting a green light.
At the center of the formation, an old man wearing a crane cloak sat cross-legged, speaking hoarsely.
His face was as gray as wax, covered with age spots, and his skin was shriveled. Only a pair of eyes looked particularly hot against the green light, like a hungry wolf.
This person is Lin Xuanhe, the only foundation-building ancestor of the Lin family.
After cultivating in the later stages of foundation building, he is now over two hundred and forty years old, and the end is approaching.
Outside the formation, a young man in a green shirt knelt down respectfully.
He is eighteen years old and has a handsome face.
However, the sharp aura faintly circulating around his body revealed his abundant cultivation at the ninth level of Qi refining.
His name is Lin Yuan, a descendant of the Lin family, and possesses a rare pure golden spiritual root.
"Yes, ancestor."
Lin Yuan lowered his head, his voice was filled with just the right amount of excitement and trembling, he walked forward on his knees and sat cross-legged on the assistant formation's eye three feet in front of Lin Xuanhe.
"You have golden spiritual roots and are a natural swordsman. It's a pity that my Lin family lacks resources and has wasted you for eighteen years."
Lin Xuanhe stretched out his withered grass-like arms and gently stroked Lin Yuan's head. His eyes were full of love, "Tonight, the ancestor will use the secret method to remove his centuries-old cultivation and forcibly initiate and establish the foundation for you. From then on, the Lin family will be in your hands."
"Yuan'er, thank you for your ancestor's grace! You will definitely live up to your ancestor's cultivation in this life!"
Lin Yuan kowtowed heavily, his voice choked with sobs.
However, in his lowered gaze, Lin Yuan's eyes were cold.
There is only one truth in the world of immortality: what falls from the sky is never a pie, but a poisonous flying sword.
Lin Yuan has been practicing for many years and never believes in any unreasonable kindness.
In the past three years, he had secretly paid too much to verify his conjecture.
Three years ago, he accidentally discovered several weathered bones of his senior brothers in the cracks of the secret room of the ancestral temple. Their death state was that their heavenly spirit caps were shattered and their souls were gone;
Half a year ago, after lurking for several months, he finally overheard Lin Xuanhe whispering crazily in the secret room, "The physical body's energy and blood are declining, and a perfect container must be replaced as soon as possible";
In the past three months, the soul-nourishing soup given by Lin Xuanhe every day was euphemistically called "stabilizing the sea of consciousness," but it was actually intended to soften his soul's defense line and make it easier for outsiders to enter!
Anyone else would have run away in panic.
But Lin Yuan knew very well that under the eyes of a monk in the late stage of foundation building, there was nowhere to escape in the Qi refining stage.
So, he didn't run.
He had been planning for three years and spent all the money he had saved as a casual cultivator. Tonight was a life-or-death battle.
Old man, if you want to live, I want to live too!
"Good boy, close your eyes and unite your mind."
Lin Xuanhe's voice seemed to have some kind of hypnotic magic.
Lin Yuan closed his eyes as he was told, and his breathing gradually became calmer.
The moment he closed his eyes, the kindness on Lin Xuanhe's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of ferocity that was almost crazy!
"Boom!"
Without any warning, Lin Xuanhe's Tianling Cap suddenly erupted with a dazzling green light.
A ball of powerful green light wrapped around the old face suddenly rushed out of the body, carrying the terrifying spiritual pressure of the late foundation building stage, and slammed into Lin Yuan's Tianling Cap like an evil tiger pouncing on its prey!
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