C7 Waste Removal

Lin Clan, Martial Skill Pavilion.

Lin Zhennan brought a group of Lin clansmen to the Martial Skill Pavilion. When Lin Zhennan appeared, he was immediately shocked by what he saw. What entered his eyes was in ruins. The area that was once an extremely important place in the clan was now desolate.

"Grand Elder, are you able to detect if it is a beast or not?" Lin Zhennan asked as he walked.

"I can't detect it. Although this old man is a Demigod rank Great Master, it's hard for my spiritual will to penetrate deep into the ground." "However, in this old man's opinion, this matter cannot be publicized. Otherwise, a great calamity would surely befall the Lin Clan." The Great Elder beside Lin Zhannan said. A trace of reluctance appeared in his eyes as he looked at the collapsed Martial Skill Pavilion. These martial skills were the basis of the Lin Clan's many years of being one of the first-rate powers in the Southern Border Town. Now, these martial skills had turned into ruins in an instant, how could they not feel uncomfortable?

"Hmm, what Grand Elder said is reasonable. In a few days, it will be the competition within the clan. But now, something like this actually happened …" Lin Zhannan shook his head as he looked around. Promptly, his telepathic thoughts exploded as he searched the entire place. After about an hour, Lin Zhannan's Divine Sense had gained nothing. The moment he withdrew his Divine Sense, Lin Zhannan's eyes focused as he discovered a familiar figure.

At this moment, Lin Fan was slowly standing up, dusting off the dust on his body before squinting his eyes and looking around his surroundings. The huge Martial Skill Building instantly collapsed. This turn of events was truly puzzling. Most importantly, Lin Fan had heard a roar before this.

Lin Zhannan could see Lin Fan from afar. However, when he looked at the few elders behind him, his eyes were filled with a sharp light. The look of disdain in the elders' eyes behind him lessened a bit.

"Fan'er, why are you here?" Lin Zhannan, who could see Lin Fan at a glance, instantly released his energy. His steps were steady as he activated his spiritual energy. Then, he appeared beside Lin Fan.

"Father, you guys came as well. What happened?" Lin Fan rubbed his confused eyes and looked deeply at Lin Zhannan. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Hearing Lin Fan's words, Lin Zhennan didn't know how to respond. However, after he activated his spiritual will, Lin Zhannan's expression turned uglier and uglier. Previously, in the Lin Clan's great hall, he could still feel a dangerous aura, but now, everything was calm and peaceful.

"Mm, it's nothing. "Oh right, Fan'er, what are you doing here?" Lin Zhennan retracted his Spiritual Sense and looked at the ruined Martial Skill Pavilion. Shaking his head helplessly, he beckoned to the Lin Family clansmen behind him, signalling them to tidy up this place up a little. "Although the Martial Skill Building has collapsed, there are still quite a few Martial Skills hidden here, so it can be said to be the Lin Clan's wealth." The things that happened today can be considered as the clan's secret. Everyone, clean up this place. "

Lin Zhannan greeted the elders and clansmen behind him who were looking at him with contempt. He then placed his hands on Lin Fan's shoulders and revealed a kind smile.

"Father, I originally planned to look for a martial skill, but just as I arrived here, it was …" Lin Fan shook his head, dust drifting from his hair.

"Martial skill?" What do you want a battle technique for? Could it be that you have entered five Spiritual Energies? " Lin Zhannan was surprised for a moment before he looked at the innocent Lin Fan with his eyes wide open. He had actually forgotten everything that had happened in the Martial Skill Building.

After all these years, Lin Zhannan had been struggling to hold up his own clan. Although the pressure was great, a seven foot man could rely on his own shoulders to create a clear blue sky. But Lin Fan's three energies were still a thorn in Lin Zhannan's heart.

For many years, Lin Zhannan had been doing his best to manage the Lin Clan. On the surface, it looked extremely glorious. But in the dark, how many people were mocking Lin Fan? As a father, Lin Zhannan could bear being looked down on, but he could not let Lin Fan get hurt.

"That's right, Lin Fan. Why are you looking for martial skills in the Martial Skill Pavilion?" "Don't you know that three Spiritual Energies cannot be used to cultivate martial skills? If you become half crippled, then you will become the 'genius' of the Lin Clan. Patriarch, this kind of person is really not suitable to be in the Lin Clan."

Wearing a long white robe to one side, the wrinkles on his face appeared like a chasm, appearing somewhat ancient. However, a tyrannical aura was not inferior to Lin Zhannan's. This was the second elder of the Lin Clan. At the same time, he was also the Lin Clan's only two Intermediate Spirit Masters. The second elder said with a faint smile on his lips, patting Lin Fan on the shoulder as if he was an elder lecturing a junior. All these years, this Second Elder had been making things difficult for Lin Fan.

"Yes, I should be able to enter the fifth path of spiritual energy." Lin Fan answered casually. After all, his peers had long since entered the Upper Ranking Spiritual Scholar's realm, and he only had five strands of spiritual energy. There was nothing to boast about. However, because of the Second Elder's expression, he straightened his body and spoke somewhat angrily.

"Haha, good, good! Let's see who dares to call my son trash in the future." Lin Zhannan laughed heartily as his voice was just like a loud bell, ringing in the ears of all the Lin Clan members.

Seeing this, the Second Elder could not help but roll his eyes. He thought to himself: With only five strands of spiritual power, the competition will soon come. In the end, won't he still be sent to other places?

Looking at Lin Zhannan's current appearance, Lin Fan gently smiled. In all these years, he had never seen his father smile like this. As he thought of this, Lin Fan's heart became firmer.

Father, the name of 'trash' no longer exists today. Fan'er will definitely compete in the clan so that you won't be laughed at by others. Lin Fan shouted with all his might, his firm eyes revealing a powerful aura. This sentence was like a dragon's roar in Lin Fan's heart. However, his father, Lin Zhannan, did not hear it.

And Lin Fan wouldn't say it out loud, because he knew that no matter how much he said, it would still be illusory after all. It would be better to use facts to prove everything.

All these years, he had received so many supercilious looks. Fortunately, under the protection of his father and teacher, he was not injured. However, he had already grown up. There were some things that he had to face.

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After Lin Zhannan and the Lin Clan's elders painstakingly investigated the Martial Skill Pavilion, they were unable to find the legendary ancient beast. As time gradually passed, the changes in the Martial Skill Building also gradually faded away. These Lin Clan younger generation members were all prepared to participate in the competition a few days later.

At the back of the Lin Clan, Lin Fan was cultivating day and night with Elder Mo's help. With the support of the endless elixir pills, Lin Fan gradually touched the wall of the spirit scholar. However, facing the two Chosen, Lin Fan wanted to break through them in one fell swoop and become a respected spirit scholar.

However, Old Mo stopped Lin Fan's actions. After all, most of Lin Fan's power relied on his medicinal power to improve. Although there weren't any side effects, Elder Mo didn't agree with the method of cultivating spiritual will. After all, becoming an alchemist, spiritual will was the key.

Divine will was a power that alchemists were born with. It was different from spiritual force. It was invisible, but it was real. The cultivation of spiritual will was different from spiritual force. It relied on a strong spiritual force to condense the spiritual will into strength and converge it into the Baihui Acupuncture Point. With his spiritual will, even with his eyes closed, he could still feel everything around him. More importantly, his spiritual will could detect places that his eyes could not detect.

"..."

"Brat, why have you cultivated for so many days?" Your father has been here several times. "F * ck, you and your son are both intelligent people. With so many medicinal ingredients, aren't you just making this old man practice alchemy to his death?" Elder Mo shook his head helplessly and rolled his eyes. An extremely depressed expression appeared on his aged face.

The reason for this was because Lin Zhannan had sent another batch of medicinal ingredients over. Fortunately, Old Mo had a Spatial Ring, otherwise, there would be no place for all the medicinal ingredients.

"Teacher, it's because I've been looked down upon for so many years that Father is acting like this. I can only blame myself for not being able to meet my expectations." Lin Fan's mouth twitched. He could imagine that his father, who had obtained so many medicinal ingredients through various connections, had to face the questioning of the three elders.

"Eh?" Elder Mo was taken aback. Are these still Lin Fan's words? Was it that Lin Fan who had completed three years of the Dragon Soul Cauldron? F * ck, you really got changed by this old man?

"Damn brat, after three years, you finally grew up. Okay, okay. Looks like I really need to seriously teach you a few things. "Haha, good, Master did not make a mistake when gambling all those years ago." Old Mo laughed out loud, thinking back to the past few years, he had watched the actions of this sole disciple attentively. With Lin Fan's talent and personality, even he wanted to give up. It was only because he had established a master-disciple relationship with Lin Fan and displayed the overwhelming power of telepathic thoughts for the next two years that Old Mo was like Lin Zhannan and endured for three years.

If Lin Zhannan had to endure three years of rolling his eyes at Lin Fan, then how could Old Mo not have? It was just that with Old Mo's status, those people were somewhat fearful of him.

"Teacher, it's been three years. I'm sorry." I've let you down, but I won't do it again. " Lin Fan looked at the excited Old Mo and thought back to the past three years, when he had been ridiculed by his own people. When he was in exile, Old Mo had been the one to coordinate with him, allowing him to cultivate in the Lin Clan's back mountains.

"Good, good. Tomorrow, we will go and get some martial skills. Who dares to call my disciple a trash?