CHAPTER 283: CHAPTER 282 HEAVENLY FLYING SWORD_1

"A mere commoner, yet aspiring to the position of the Family Head—it’s simply wishful thinking."

Two shadowy figures emerged from the darkness. The one who spoke was an old man clad in black.

"What The Elderly Ghost said is right. How about we simply take action now and eliminate this brat?" the middle-aged man suggested darkly.

The Elderly Ghost stood with his hands behind him near the window, his gaze gloomy. He shook his head. "No. That lesser son has a formidable expert at his side, and I don’t have the confidence to defeat him. If they manage to escape, the repercussions will be unthinkable. This matter must be handled flawlessly. We’ll wait until the Young Master’s experts join us, then we can proceed with his execution."

"Who would have thought that a petty commoner could perfectly inherit the Old Family Head’s Three-headed Snake Bloodline? It’s utterly mind-boggling."

"There’s an element of randomness in bloodline inheritance. It’s not guaranteed that the offspring of the main wife will have a stronger bloodline. I guess that boy was just lucky. After all, the Young Master consumed numerous precious medicinal ingredients to stimulate his bloodline, but in the end, his Bloodline Power was still too diluted, resulting in failure."

"Heh heh, very soon, his good fortune will turn into misfortune. He can only blame himself for possessing something he doesn’t deserve," the middle-aged man chuckled.

Meanwhile, Ling Chen crossed into the Thunder Country border and plunged straight into the surroundings of Green Snake Lake.

Upon emerging from the mountain, Ling Chen found a nearby lake for a bath. Otherwise, in his current state, he would undoubtedly appear as a man from the wilderness.

The moment he stepped into the territory of Thunder Country, Ling Chen could feel a change in his mood. It was as if, upon entering the country, he could sense the aura of the Martial World Tournament, which invigorated him.

I heard that people living near Green Snake Lake are mostly physically robust; some with unique talents are even capable of hand-to-hand combat with Exotic Beasts.

Although Ling Chen was eager to participate in the Martial World Tournament, he understood it would be a gathering of geniuses. If his strength could improve even a little, it would give him more confidence on the Martial arts platform.

I hope I can find some methods to enhance the physique near Green Snake Lake.

For Ling Chen, under the limitations of his Cultivation, most aspects of his strength had nearly reached their peak. Only his physical strength still had significant room for improvement. Moreover, an increase in physical strength would boost his Light Skill, martial techniques, and True Qi.

Firstly, as the flesh body strengthens, agility naturally increases. This allows for more flexibility in Light Skill and martial techniques, enhancing both their adaptability and power. As for True Qi, a stronger flesh body means tougher meridians, which can then accommodate a greater volume of True Qi.

However, many ill-famed treacherous territories are rumored to exist around Green Snake Lake. Some places, once ventured into, are difficult to exit, possibly trapping a person for life.

Ahead lay a barren mountain range, littered with scanty vegetation and bare rocks. Not far away, an imposing canyon came into view.

WHOOSH!

With a light movement, Ling Chen flew across like a large bird.

On an ancient road in the barren mountains, the landscape was marked by bare, rocky mountains on either side. Patches of withered yellow grass and piles of irregular stones were scattered on the ground, creating a desolate atmosphere.

The caravan had already reached the mouth of the canyon.

The carriage curtain was drawn open, revealing an old man and a young man—the same pair from the Lin Family’s third branch seen earlier.

"Young Master, there is a dangerous aura emanating from this canyon. I’m afraid it isn’t a welcoming place. Should we consider taking a detour?" the old man asked anxiously.

The young man furrowed his brows. "A detour? That might affect our schedule. The ascension ceremony for the Family Head’s successor is tomorrow. If we don’t make it in time, it will be considered our abdication. No matter what, we must arrive on time."

"Alright then."

The old man sighed. He had initially opposed the Young Master’s attempt to inherit the position of Family Head of the Green-scaled Snake Lake Lin Family. However, since they were already committed, despite sensing danger, they could only take things one step at a time.

Shortly after, the caravan drove into the canyon.

At that moment, two shadowy figures emerged on top of the canyon.

"JIE JIE JIE, what foolhardy imbeciles! Inform our men who are already lying in wait; tell them to be ready to take action!"

Among the two, the one emitting a chilling laugh was none other than The Elderly Ghost.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man also grinned, then took out a Signal Firework. After pulling the switch, a radiant flame shot up into the sky.

"Not good!"

At the moment the flame shot into the sky, the old man’s complexion changed dramatically.

The next moment, rocks exploded on both sides of the canyon, and more than ten figures suddenly sprang out from their hidden positions, dashing towards the convoy.

A chain trailed behind each of them, allowing them to move freely on the cliffs of the canyon.

"Protect the Young Master!" the white-haired old man shouted vehemently. Immediately, the convoy guards drew their swords and rushed towards the suddenly appearing Assassins.

The incessant sound of clashing swords resonated, accompanied by the sounds of metal blades cutting flesh and bodies falling, one after another.

WHOOSH!

It was unknown when The Elderly Ghost and the middle-aged man joined the battle. Both their Cultivations had clearly reached the Grand Master level.

The Elderly Ghost’s Cultivation had even reached the Grandmaster Third Realm.

Everywhere they went, the guards were either killed or wounded, and all were defeated.

"Uncles Wang, they’re coming to kill us! It seems the Lin Family Elder Branch really wants to kill us. This talk of succession was actually a trap!"

The young man turned pale. Any other youth who had never witnessed such bloodshed would feel fear when confronted with such Slaughter.

"I’ll hold them off! Young Master, you run!" Uncles Wang pushed the young man behind him, then drew the large knife at his waist and rushed forward, brandishing it.

"Run? You’ve already stepped into the Gate of Hell. Now, even if you want to, there’s no escape!"

The Elderly Ghost moved like a shadow, his vast true energy surging, as he flashed in front of Uncles Wang and sent out a palm strike.

The middle-aged man also smirked and threw a sudden punch.

Under their joint attack, within three moves, Uncles Wang was beaten to the point of spitting blood and retreating. CRACK! His right arm was forcefully broken and temporarily disabled.

"Heh heh, kid, where do you think you’re going?"

The Elderly Ghost’s gaze swept over and spotted the fleeing young man. He flew directly behind the youth and grabbed at him. The clothes on the young man’s upper body were torn away, scattering in the air. Revealed on his well-built, slender torso was a large Three-headed Serpent tattoo. The serpent was astonishingly lifelike. Even more startling, it had three identical heads, its eyes seeming to emit a faint red glow.

"It is indeed the perfect Three-headed Snake Bloodline! Die!"

The Elderly Ghost’s palm opened into a claw, aiming for the young man’s back.

WHOOSH!

At this very moment, suddenly, from above the canyon, a Treasure Sword seemed to fly in from the sky. The Elderly Ghost was horrified and quickly retreated to dodge the Sword Light.

HUMMING!

The Treasure Sword plunged into the ground between The Elderly Ghost and the young man, vibrating audibly. A sword mark, tens of meters long, several feet wide, and unfathomably deep, scarred the earth between them.

The young man quickly looked up. He saw a young, masked Swordsman standing on an oddly shaped rock high above the canyon. The Swordsman’s white robes fluttered, and his sword scabbard was empty. Clearly, the Treasure Sword that had just saved his life had been launched by this young Swordsman.