CHAPTER 293: CHAPTER 293: HEAVENLY LEVEL CULTIVATION TECHNIQUE TRAP

The ancestral remains of the Lin Family have been fashioned into an array. It’s highly likely that someone in the Otherworld who didn’t fare well leaked the family’s secrets, not only failing to protect their descendants but also digging a huge pitfall instead.

If any descendants of the Lin Family can inherit the Heavenly Level cultivation technique within the tower, Yuan Liyang, who built the Black Tower, would know immediately and might track down the target directly to kill them.

Isn’t this just pretending to be the Lin Family’s ancestor, and using the guise of ’for the good of descendants’ to set a big Heavenly Level cultivation technique trap?

If the bloodline doesn’t awaken, probably no one can help. Even when Xiao Chuan succeeded in Foundation Establishment, he only saw two big characters. It’s still a long way from acquiring the cultivation technique.

But if someone does awaken, it becomes much easier and more convenient for the opponent to capture them and take the Heavenly Level cultivation technique.

Truly a crafty plan, the Lin Family, kept in the dark, have been foolishly happy for so many years, and they have to thank them!

No wonder the system mandates a return to the Lin Family as part of the task. Other treasures and Earth Treasures might be obtainable somehow, but where to get the remains of the Lin ancestors?

This thing can’t be replicated.

"Indeed, it’s very inappropriate." Jiang Yuan responded gravely to Hu Zhile’s query, and the group suddenly became alert.

Their suspicious eyes all fixated on the Black Tower, but after watching for a while, they still couldn’t discern anything amiss. Inwardly, they could only sigh at the vast disparity between them, as even the ability to directly see the problem surpassed them significantly.

The Lin Family members exchanged nervous glances, anxious at heart but dared not ask, for fear of appearing ignorant and foolish.

"Patriarch Lin, could we talk privately? Xiao Bai, secure the area," Jiang Yuan gave a knowing look, indicating that the conversation should not be overheard by others.

He decided to truthfully disclose the situation of the Silent Cultivation Tower and then let his disciple make his own choice.

Once inside the tower, there might be a chance to obtain the legacy, but there’s also a high likelihood of becoming bait and being targeted; accomplishing the task could come at the cost of his disciple’s safety.

If not entering, from his perspective, it’s merely a side quest left undone, with no loss. But the disciple would miss out on the innate bloodline legacy.

The risk vs. opportunity or safely choosing to give up—no one can decide for the disciple, and whichever choice might lead to regret. Thus, he must think and decide for himself.

As a mentor, he could only inform him of the truth. If he wishes to try, the entire group at the small courtyard would do their utmost to support him.

At worst, they’d put up a fight; even with insufficient equipment, they managed to kill the mad Li before. How tough can the Otherworld cultivators of the same realm be?

Jiang Yuan was confident that with more and better equipment now, they could hold their own as long as the opponent didn’t have higher-level cultivator support.

Xiao Bai and the three immediately separated the others, ensuring the conversation wouldn’t be eavesdropped.

Under the Silent Cultivation Tower stood only Jiang Yuan, Wan Mingchuan, and Lin Shuo.

"To be frank, this tower wasn’t built by the Lin Family ancestors at all. The opponent isn’t a Nascent Soul Realm senior, but a Heartbeat Realm cultivator named Yuan from the Otherworld who built it.

Indeed, it contains an array capable of triggering the Lin Family’s bloodline inheritance to obtain the Heavenly Level cultivation technique, but if anyone succeeds, the other party would immediately know and likely lock onto the target."

Jiang Yuan looked at Lin Shuo, speaking unhurriedly, "I assume Patriarch Lin has guessed the truth?"

"How, how did you find out?" The amount of information was overwhelming, Lin Shuo couldn’t believe the sudden shock, "Mr. Jiang, look again carefully; might there be some misunderstanding? Who would pretend to be an ancestor granting blessings without reason?"

Wan Mingchuan retorted coldly: "My master could never be mistaken. His Construction Technique is top-notch. For merely a small Black Tower, how hard is it to see through it at a glance?"

"How could it be?" Lin Shuo, face pale, argued: "Mingchuan, the Phoenix Cloud Hairpin, your mother’s memento, was a Magical Treasure bestowed when the senior descended during our wedding. It was taken from the treasury specifically for this occasion by the elders.

If not for the Lin Family ancestor, why use so many magical artifacts and treasures just to support us?

Surely there is some misunderstanding, like an ancestor traveling in the Otherworld entrusting them to uplift descendants? They might have falsely claimed to be a senior from our family just to save some explanations...

Everyone has a competitive heart. Falsely reporting a realm might merely be to bolster the confidence of the Lin clan..."

Seeing his refusal to face the truth and making excuses vigorously, Wan Mingchuan sighed and exposed, "Indeed, the Phoenix Cloud Hairpin is exquisite, but ultimately, it’s just a Memory Stone, useful only for recording video snippets."

Recalling various interesting Magical Artifacts mentioned during idle chats with Sister Hu, he added, "Probably just low-cost trinkets bought via the right channels, specifically to deceive those of you who haven’t seen a true Magical Treasure."

Tricked?!

Reluctantly, Lin Shuo was in disbelief for a long time, eventually realizing, "Mr. Jiang, how do you know about the bloodline legacy? This is a secret of the Lin Family!"

"My master knows a lot." Wan Mingchuan almost replied defensively, "What you deem secret means nothing before truly high-level expertise."

Seeing the increasingly troubled expression on the opponent’s face, his own pent-up frustration felt greatly relieved.

Haha, you thought your scheming was peerless, even calculating in marriage and procreation. But didn’t you also get played by others?

Yet Wan Mingchuan also considered a critical point—if the Silent Cultivation Tower was problematic, how could he awaken the bloodline legacy to present the Heavenly Level cultivation technique to his master? Wouldn’t this be a trip in vain for everyone?

His master, always too busy for rest, specifically took the day off to accompany him through this ordeal, and this is the outcome?

Overwhelmed by immense disappointment, Wan Mingchuan deliberated for a moment, then focused intently on the Black Tower, readying himself to give it a try!

If unable to awaken, no one could help; if able, it might not necessarily mean being marked for attention.

At worst, if truly unfortunate, leading to a Heartbeat Realm cultivator’s arrival, his master and team should have the capability to deal with it.

The question is, compared to obtaining a Heavenly Level cultivation technique, are they willing to face threats from powerful enemies?

"So, Mr. Jiang, do you mean...the secret of our clansmen has been revealed to a cultivator from the Otherworld? He went so far as to cross the two realms to find the Lin descendants, pretending to support the revival of the family. In reality, building the Silent Cultivation Tower was to locate those truly capable of awakening the bloodline legacy. Then...targeting them to obtain a Heavenly Level cultivation technique?"

The more he thought, the colder his heart became, and for a while, Lin Shuo felt his mind buzz, losing the ability to judge.

Too many things happened in such a short time, from panic, shock, excitement, worry, to ecstatic joy, suddenly realizing the cherished family treasure was a trap. He rubbed his face, striving to remain lucid.

"Master, is a Heartbeat Realm like the mad Li?" Wan Mingchuan mulled over the troublesome realm conversions, mumbling softly, "I’ll just go in for a retreat. If I can’t awaken, there should be no trouble; if I do awaken, it doesn’t mean the luck is so bad that I’ll be marked; at worst, I’ll just run!"