Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

"After careful consideration, I have concluded that after killing the Fire Scale Python, its body rightfully belongs to you,"

"As for the nine Jiuli Star Fruit, I will take out six and hand them over for you to divide equally. The remaining three will be kept by me until we exit the Secret Realm, at which point I'll hand it over to the higher-ups of both Sects to decide, if that's agreeable?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chen and the other person exchanged a glance and fell silent for a moment, communicating privately through voice transmission to discuss their opinions.

Soon, Yang Chen and the other person seemed to reach an agreement.

Subsequently, Yang Chen and He Xin both spoke up, indicating their agreement with Lin Tianming's proposal.

However, they had a condition: Lin Tianming must act together with them during this time.

Once they exit the Secret Realm, they would certainly report the truth to the Sect leaders.

Beyond that, the two of them solemnly swore that they would definitely speak to their merits on his behalf.

As for rewards, they could not decide that themselves; it would have to be determined after consultation between the leaders of the two Sects.

Hearing these words, Lin Tianming reflected and then refrained from making any further difficult demands.

After all, neither he nor the entire Lin Family currently had the strength to stand against either Sect, especially right under their watchful eyes.

Being too aggressive could easily provoke the ire of both Sects.

If it came to that, the Lin Family might have to face the wrath of all three Sects.

Should that truly happen, it would be the most troublesome situation and precisely the scenario he least wanted to see.

Therefore, he decided it was wiser to accept the favorable turn of events and be content with what he had.

Once the matter was settled, Lin Tianming briefly examined Chen Jianbin's storage bag and quickly found the nine Jiuli Star Fruit and the complete body of the Fire Scale Python.

Though reluctant, he still transferred six of the Jiuli Star Fruit and the body of the Fire Scale Python to Yang Chen in accordance with their agreement.

After completing these tasks, the three of them let out sighs of relief, feeling as though a weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

They subsequently engaged in casual conversation, chatting on and off.

After some interaction, the three parties who had cooperated warmed up to each other considerably, and the mutual wariness between them diminished significantly.

Yang Chen and He Xin also sincerely admired Lin Tianming's strength,

After all, the battle had just ended, and his formidable combat power and brutal methods were still resonating in their minds.

Furthermore, upon learning that Lin Tianming was also in his forties and possessed strength not inferior to theirs, they were greatly shocked.

It should be noted that Yang Chen was a Sky Spirit Root cultivator and came from a powerful force like the Myriad Medicine Valley. With over forty years of cultivation, his cultivation level and strength were just what they were.

And Lin Tianming hailed from a declining small family; the resources available for his cultivation were incomparable.

Yet even so, Lin Tianming's strength was still formidable, not at all weaker than the top cultivators of the Wei Kingdom's Cultivation World.

In the eyes of Yang Chen and the other person, they felt wary in their hearts towards such a genius cultivator.

A short while passed.

While the two were chatting, the cultivators of the two Sects cleaned up the battlefield, and the land began to show signs of life again.

At this time, looking over the valley again, it bore little trace of battle after the thorough clean-up by the Sect cultivators.

All of the Golden Sword Sect disciples' storage bags had been collected.

The Golden Sword Sect disciples that Lin Tianming had personally killed were disposed of without a trace by Li Xiuyuan.

As for their storage bags, Li Xiuyuan personally delivered them back to him.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lin Tianming did not refuse the kind gesture and unhesitatingly took them.

After all, these people were elite disciples of the Golden Sword Sect, and their personal wealth was surely not insignificant.

The Lin Family was in a period of rapid development, and resources needed by Foundation Establishment cultivators were extremely scarce.

He would not willingly give up anything that was rightly his.

Besides these people, he had already collected the storage bags of Chen Jianbin and Du Changqing.

Both individuals' status and strength were not low, and the total number of storage bags gathered was well over ten.

He believed that after going through the storage bags, he would definitely find many valuable items.

At this time, Lin Tianming was visibly excited, almost unable to wait.

However, since he was currently with Yang Chen and the others, it indeed was not the time to tally his gains.

Lin Tianming forcefully suppressed the urge in his heart and then waited for the arrangements of Yang Chen and the other person.

After a discussion between Yang Chen and his companion, they decided to stay in the same place to cultivate in a retreat, waiting directly for the secret realm to close.

Anyway, there was only half a month left, and if they continued to hunt for treasures, there wouldn't be enough time.

Besides, almost every cultivator from their two sects was injured, among which several, including Yang Chen, were seriously wounded, their strength drastically reduced.

Under such conditions, it was not suitable to take any action.

In response, Lin Tianming and Hu Yuan naturally had no objections.

In their minds, this trip had already reaped a bounty beyond expectations, so there was no need to take any more risks.

Thus, after greeting Yang Chen and the others, Lin Tianming and his companion returned to the temporary cave abode they had created earlier.

As for Yang Chen and the others, they each carved out several cave abodes in the valley, all the cultivators entering a short period of secluded cultivation.

Once Lin Tianming entered the cave abode, he also immediately entered a state of cultivation.

This action was clearly his plan to directly wait for the day the secret realm would close.

In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.

At noon that day, in a valley within the Tianfeng Mountain Range, the entrance to the Tianfeng Wind Secret Realm was located there.

Following the sound of a piercing through the air, the figure of a cultivator appeared soon after.

This person was dressed in a golden Daoist robe with a pattern of a blazing sun embroidered on the chest, and upon closer inspection, it was undoubtedly Zhu Yun, responsible for welcoming disciples from the Zhenyang Sect.

At this time, Zhu Yun glanced over the valley and noticed that Song Hanchun of Golden Sword Sect had already arrived earlier.

Even from a distance, Song Hanchun greeted him with great enthusiasm.

"Daoist Zhu, the yearly cycle is soon to come, and the Tianfeng Wind Secret Realm is about to close. You've come quite early!"

After speaking, Song Hanchun looked at Zhu Yun, a barely noticeable sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, Zhu Yun saw the smile that wasn't quite a smile on Song Hanchun's face and frowned slightly, feeling something off but unable to pinpoint what exactly it was.

However, faced with Song Hanchun's pleasantries, he still started to respond.

"Heh, Daoist Song, this time you are even earlier than me!"

"Not at all... I just came out two days early to get some fresh air and by the way meet with you and the other Daoist!"

"It's actually Daoist Luo who always appears last, but with only a few days remaining, he should be arriving soon, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yun nodded as well, noting that Luo Anzhong from Myriad Medicine Valley was the last to arrive last time, and it's the same this time, not lacking in grandeur.

Regaining his composure, Zhu Yun exchanged a few more words with Song Hanchun and then each chose a mountaintop to sit cross-legged on.

Two days later, Luo Anzhong from Myriad Medicine Valley appeared.

After greeting each other, the three of them stood by and waited for the final moment to arrive.

Another three days went by.

That day, around noon, a strong wind suddenly blew through the sky in the middle of the three men, and the ground also trembled slightly.

All three felt this rumble at the same time and instantly leaped into the air.

Then, working together, they took out a fiery red jade token and flung it upwards into the sky.

At the same time, they made hand signs with their Law Decrees, shooting a beam of light that hit the jade token precisely.

"Open Tianfeng Wind Secret Realm!" The three shouted in unison.

"Rumble..."

After a shaking of the earth and mountains, a passageway appeared in the dim sky, swaying as if it might collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, the three continuously bombarded the jade token with their spiritual power, infusing the passageway with energy to stabilize it.

A few breaths later, the three's faces turned red, evidently having expended a lot of energy.

Nevertheless, the passageway eventually became stable.

Watching the secret realm reopen, the three's expressions gradually returned to normal, and they looked much more relaxed.

Then, they fixed their eyes on the secret realm entrance, eagerly hoping to see the appearance of their sect's junior members.

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