In Martial Universe, Signed in at the Start with Yao Lao's Ring

Upon learning that the Blood Cloth Sect had arrived, Lin Yan naturally abandoned any thoughts of continuing his training.

Without any delay, he immediately rushed toward the Lin Family's main gate.

At the entrance of the Lin Family, Lin Zhentian had already gathered a group of Lin Family guards, standing in formation as they emerged.

Lin Zhentian's eyes swept over the Blood Cloth Sect forces, who had completely surrounded them. His gaze finally settled on the two figures at the forefront.

The man on the left wore a crimson robe, his expression cold, and his slightly bloodshot eyes exuded a chilling aura.

Lin Zhentian instantly identified him—this must be the sect master of the Blood Cloth Sect, a well-known expert even in Yan City, Wei Tong. He had reached the Small Perfect Yuan Dan Stage.

Beside Wei Tong stood a thin, elderly man. From the faint yet distinct Yuan Power fluctuations emanating from him, Lin Zhentian deduced that he was also at the Small Yuan Dan Stage.

Lin Zhentian felt his heart sink.

A Small Perfect Yuan Dan expert, along with another Small Yuan Dan practitioner, and over ten Heavenly Yuan Stage fighters behind them—this was the Blood Cloth Sect going all out.

Even Lin Zhentian himself was uncertain whether the Lin Family could survive this crisis.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and clasped his hands toward Wei Tong. "I am Lin Zhentian, head of the Lin Family. Greetings to Sect Master Wei."

"A Small Yuan Dan Stage?"

"I did not expect such an expert to exist in this small Lin Family."

Wei Tong immediately discerned Lin Zhentian's cultivation and showed slight surprise.

However, that was the extent of his reaction. While it was true that Lin Zhentian had reached the Small Yuan Dan Stage, Wei Tong was at the Small Perfect Yuan Dan Stage.

Though the difference was just a single stage, in actual combat, Wei Tong was confident he could kill Lin Zhentian in an instant.

Thus, when he spoke again, his tone was indifferent, and his gaze remained utterly unconcerned.

"The reason for my Blood Cloth Sect's visit should be clear to your Lin Family. Our vice sect master died at your hands. Blood must be repaid with blood—you know what must be done."

Lin Zhentian furrowed his brows and attempted to explain, "Sect Master Wei, the incident stemmed from our dispute with the Lei Family. Vice Sect Master Gu himself—"

Before Lin Zhentian could finish, Wei Tong interrupted him coldly. "I am not here to listen to explanations. I am here for revenge. I have no interest in the details."

Lin Zhentian's expression darkened as he asked, "In that case, Sect Master Wei, tell me—how many lives from my Lin Family will it take for your sect to let this go?"

Wei Tong laughed heartily. "You are indeed a sensible man."

He then made no further pretenses, openly declaring his demands. "Hand over the Yang Yuan Stone mine at Steel Wood Manor and the beast that killed Gu Ying. Furthermore, submit to my Blood Cloth Sect. If you do these things, I will let this matter rest."

Lin Zhentian's expression turned ice-cold.

Meanwhile, Lin Dong prepared to step forward, intending to take responsibility. After all, he was the one who had killed Gu Ying, causing this entire conflict. He did not want to drag the entire Lin Family into this.

"Stay where you are."

Just as Lin Dong was about to move, a firm hand pressed down on his shoulder, holding him in place.

Then, a familiar voice rang out.

"I'll handle this."

Hearing this sudden voice, Lin Dong's face lit up, and Lin Zhentian, Lin Xiao, and the others also showed visible relief.

"Yan'er is here!"

"Great!"

"Now we have hope!"

The Lin Family members could not help but voice their relief. Unknowingly, Lin Yan had become their pillar of stability.

This time, Lin Yan did not act as modestly as he usually did. Instead, he took a firm stance and said to Lin Zhentian and the others, "Leave this matter to me."

Everyone nodded toward Lin Yan. Meanwhile, Lin Yan slowly walked toward Wei Tong.

His expression remained indifferent as he stepped forward, and then, a voice so arrogant that it left the Blood Cloth Sect members stunned suddenly echoed: "Get lost, if you don't want to die."

The members of the Blood Cloth Sect were momentarily taken aback, especially Wei Tong, who stood at the front.

Seeing Lin Yan dare to step forward and look at him as if he were nothing more than trash, then hearing him utter such outrageously arrogant words, Wei Tong immediately exploded with rage.

"You're courting death!"

With that, he struck out with a palm, carrying the force of a thousand catties, swinging down fiercely toward Lin Yan.

"Yan'er, be careful! He's at the Small Perfect Yuan Dan Stage—you mustn't take him head-on!"

Behind him, Lin Zhentian and the others were startled and hastily called out to warn Lin Yan.

However, Lin Yan remained utterly fearless.

"A Small Perfect Yuan Dan Stage? And so what?"

As his dismissive voice rang out, a brilliant azure flame suddenly erupted from Lin Yan's body.

His entire arm was instantly enveloped in the Green Lotus Core Flame, and the terrifying heat distorted the surrounding air.

But that wasn't all. Right after summoning the Green Lotus Core Flame, Lin Yan met Wei Tong's palm strike head-on with an unflinching, powerful punch.

"Eight Extremes Collapse!"

Lin Yan executed his most formidable close-combat martial technique.

As his fist shot forward, the immense force within it surged outward. Eight layers of hidden force stacked upon each other, creating eerie sonic booms in the air.

Wei Tong sensed that something was off about Lin Yan's attack, but Lin Yan's speed was far too swift. His punch landed squarely, carrying both terrifying heat and devastating force, surging toward him in a frenzied wave.

Their fist and palm collided, and upon impact, Wei Tong found himself unable to withstand the terrifying force. He was directly sent stumbling backward several steps.

Lin Yan was also pushed back a few steps, but his arsenal of techniques was vast.

Taking advantage of the moment, he spread open his hands, and in an instant, several spirit-formed needles and azure fireballs materialized before him.

"Materialized Spirit Needle!"

"Green Lotus Core Flame!"

Lin Yan fused the two together. The Materialized Spirit Needles became enshrouded in the Green Lotus Core Flame and shot toward Wei Tong with insane speed.

Wei Tong had barely regained his footing when he noticed the incoming fiery needles. His face twitched involuntarily.

He barely managed to block the attack, but his arms, already scorched multiple times by the Green Lotus Core Flame, had begun to turn blackened and charred.

As he once again looked at Lin Yan, his expression darkened.

By now, Wei Tong had completely abandoned any trace of underestimation toward Lin Yan. Instead, within the depths of his eyes, a deep sense of apprehension had surfaced.

He was starting to realize that perhaps the Lin Family was not some soft, easily crushed target. And this Lin Yan standing before him—he was an unyielding, nearly impossible-to-break iron-hard bone.

This situation… had suddenly become quite troublesome.