Cultivation System: Stronger with Age

Lin Xuankong cast his gaze towards the three leaders outside, carefully examining the equipment on their bodies.

At this moment, Han Feiyan led three members of the Han Family out of the cave, her face an iron mask as she stared at the crowd outside.

Han Feiyan's eyes gradually filled with despair as she recognized the newcomers. Even Shangguan Si of the Black Tiger Gang could effortlessly kill all four of us by himself!

Guo Lan, the seventh young master of the Guo Family, dressed in a long robe, smiled and said, "Running non-stop for a day and a night, you must be exhausted! Han Feiyan, hand over those two thousand pounds of Ghost Frog Flesh, and I promise to give you all a painless death. You won't have to live in fear and exhaustion anymore!"

Han Feiyan's eyes burned with fury as she retorted, "You dogs have an impressive sense of smell, chasing us so closely. But if you plan to retrieve the Ghost Frog Flesh we've hidden, you better back off. Otherwise, my Han Family's Martial Artists are trained in the Blood Burst Technique and can self-detonate to kill! If we die, you'll never find those two thousand pounds of Ghost Frog Flesh!"

Guo Lan's face still held a smile as he waved the long flute in his hand. The Martial Cultivators from the three families behind him immediately surrounded them, weapons drawn.

The four members of the Han Family steeled themselves for death. The strongest among them, Han Feiyan, was only at Third Layer Perfection and lacked a full set of Battle Armor. They had no chance of escaping an encirclement by so many experts!

Han Feiyan looked at the three people beside her. "Even in death, we mustn't let them know where the Ghost Frog Flesh is hidden!"

The three immediately nodded fiercely, their Qi Blood circulating in an extremely explosive manner. Including Han Feiyan, all four rapidly swelled in size as they each focused on a nearby Martial Cultivator.

These four from the Han Family were truly steadfast individuals. Seeing no way out, they immediately prepared to self-detonate using the Blood Burst Secret Technique to kill their enemies!

Seeing the Han Family's fierce determination, the surrounding Martial Cultivators frowned instantly and slowed their pace. This was especially true for the four Martial Cultivators targeted by the Han Family; their expressions shifted, and they abruptly froze where they stood. Evidently, these people had heard of the Blood Burst Technique Han Feiyan mentioned and were quite apprehensive of its considerable power, only hoping that when the four self-detonated, they wouldn't be the chosen targets!

Lin Xuankong furrowed his brow slightly, stepping forward, preparing to urge the Han Family members not to detonate so hastily!

At this moment, among the opposing group, Shangguan Si, the last Grand Chief Steward of the Black Tiger Great Marsh Hall, saw Lin Xuankong stepping forward from behind the four. His eyes flickered as he leisurely said, "White hair, old and decrepit... you must be that so-called Silver Jade Steward Lin Xuankong of the Yin Talisman Sect. I never expected to meet an old relic like you here! How pitiful. The Yin Talisman Sect has truly fallen; Jiang Yuran even let you, a sixty-year-old at mid-grade Second Layer, hold such an honorary position! People say the Yin Talisman Sect is a fierce rival of my Black Tiger Gang, but now it seems utterly laughable! Lin Xuankong, do you know who stands before you now?"

As he spoke, his face was filled with arrogance, giving the impression he could easily handle Lin Xuankong. The four members of the Han Family, who were preparing for the Blood Burst Technique, paused their actions and looked towards Lin Xuankong.

Lin Xuankong, hearing Shangguan Si's words, laughed. "I heard the Conical Hat Guest killed the Black Tiger Gang's Four Great Stewards. So, you're the pitiful lone survivor?"

"You... what a filthy old mouth!" Shangguan Si's face twitched, killing intent flaring in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Feng Baoyi, the steward of the Feng Family, had a glint in his eye. "The young master was originally planning to go to the Xun Branch's gathering place to deal with you, Lin Xuankong, who dared to demand 22 times compensation from the Feng Family. I didn't expect you to actually come over here!"

As he spoke, Feng Baoyi marveled at the wonders of the world; some send feathers as gifts over a thousand miles, others send guests over a thousand miles, but now someone had come a thousand miles to deliver their own head!

His eyes flickered with a smile. "Truly touching, the profound sentiment of Lin Xuankong, the Silver Jade old man, delivering his head from a thousand miles away!"

The over twenty Martial Cultivators present, hearing Feng Baoyi's words, couldn't help but look closely at Lin Xuankong. Seeing his old, silver-haired appearance, and recalling Feng Baoyi's words, they all burst out laughing. Amidst the laughter, they pointed at Lin Xuankong, clearly treating him as a dead man!

Lin Xuankong slightly frowned.

Zhao Yufei, usually proud, now deeply fond of Lin Xuankong, couldn't stand seeing others mocking her husband. She shouted crisply, and the Silver Hook in her hand vibrated, transforming into Battle Armor that covered her graceful figure. With her Qi Blood circulating, she prepared to charge and fight.

Lin Xuankong, however, held Zhao Yufei's hand. "Wait a moment!"

Zhao Yufei's pretty face was flushed with anger. "How can I let these scoundrels belittle you like this..."

Lin Xuankong's eyes flashed as he looked towards the jungle behind the crowd. "You don't need to act; they will die soon!"

"Hahaha! What a big mouth this old codger has!"

"I heard that the new Silver Jade Steward of the Yin Talisman Sect is only at mid-grade Second Layer. So it's him!"

"Hilarious! That old man, who gave you the courage to say such things!"

The surrounding Martial Cultivators laughed even more arrogantly upon hearing Lin Xuankong's words.

The four members of the Han Family frowned, finding the scene before them utterly absurd.

Just then, among the laughing Martial Cultivators of the three families, one stopped laughing abruptly. His body stiffened, and he suddenly disappeared from where he stood. He had been ensnared by a blood-red tongue several yards long and dragged directly into the jungle.

Then, an incredibly dense series of SWISHING sounds erupted. One blood-red Long Tongue after another, each several yards long, swiftly flew out, wrapping around several astonished Martial Cultivators and dragging them into the jungle!