Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Downfall of the Tong Family and the Rise of the Wang Family

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Tong Yu's voice was hoarse as she asked, "Do you really want me dead?"

Lin Yi fixed his gaze on her, his intention unmistakable.

At that moment, Old Mo, who stood beside Tong Yu, spoke, "Lin Yi, you've killed so many from the Tong family. That should be enough."

"If she dies, this matter will be settled." Lin Yi pointed at Tong Yu.

"Impossible."

Old Mo took a step forward, his aura surging—first at the fifth level of Innate, then the sixth, then the seventh...

"Old Mo, what are you doing?" Tong Yu's heart clenched, her tone sorrowful.

"Miss, I have guarded the Tong family for over forty years, watching it grow step by step. You, too, have grown. Let me protect you one last time."

With those words, Old Mo's aura soared again until it reached the threshold of Grandmaster, then halted.

"A secret technique that burns one's vitality and lifespan," Lin Yi said impassively.

Given Old Mo's condition, he would not last more than five minutes before perishing from depleted blood and energy.

"That's right." Old Mo laughed heartily, though his eyes were filled with endless desolation.

If only he had stopped Tong Yu back then, perhaps none of this would have happened, and the Tong family would still be the dominant power of Jiang Province.

"Old Mo, don't," Tong Yu pleaded, but Old Mo raised his arm and sent her tumbling to the ground with a wave of energy.

He stared into Lin Yi's eyes. "Come, I know I'm no match for you, but I hope you'll use the method you employed to kill Master Xue."

Lin Yi regarded Old Mo seriously and nodded. "Very well."

Old Mo gathered his strength, gripped his short sword, and charged at Lin Yi.

But he had barely taken a step when Lin Yi suddenly strode forward, as if walking on air.

An overwhelming force enveloped Old Mo, rendering him completely immobile.

"So this is the technique used to suppress Grandmasters," Old Mo thought, shocked, yet he did not surrender.

At the very least, he wanted to hold out a few more seconds for the young lady.

"Ha!" Old Mo let out a furious roar, but no matter how hard he tried, the outcome remained unchanged.

Lin Yi stepped forward lightly, and Old Mo felt as though a massive stone had struck his chest, causing him to spit blood instantly.

"You are spent, like an oil lamp out of fuel," Lin Yi reminded him.

"That's none of your concern," Old Mo replied.

Lin Yi said nothing more and took a second step.

Already depleted, Old Mo's chest collapsed, and he died unwillingly.

Lin Yi shook his head gently and landed steadily on the ground.

The oppressive force gone, Old Mo's body fell heavily to the floor.

"Old Mo!" Tong Yu struggled to crawl to his side.

Lin Yi, unwilling to waste time, asked, "How do you wish to die?"

Tong Yu's eyes were bleak. Suddenly, she snatched Old Mo's short sword from the ground and lunged at Lin Yi's chest.

Lin Yi flicked his finger lightly. The sword instantly turned, piercing straight through Tong Yu's heart.

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Tong Yu let out a bitter laugh. "Lin Yi, someday you will end up like me."

Lin Yi glanced at her calmly. "I've heard that line countless times. In the end, I'm always the one who survives."

Wang Yang looked at Old Mo's corpse, then glanced at Tong Yu, a sense of relief washing over him.

Fortunately, Lin Yi was his mentor. If he were an enemy, Wang Yang feared he wouldn't even have a chance to suffer.

Lin Yi's coldness served as a warning: never oppose him.

"Go inform the other powers in Jiang Province. Tell them to come to the Tong family." Lin Yi instructed.

"Teacher, you mean..." Wang Yang was surprised.

"Haven't you always wanted to break into the provincial capital?" Lin Yi said with a soft chuckle.

"Well, cough, cough, you see right through me, Teacher." Wang Yang blushed slightly, not expecting Lin Yi to have seen through his ambitions.

Indeed, age had caught up with him, and even cultivation felt tiresome.

Better to shift focus to the family business and bring blessings to his descendants.

Entering the provincial capital had always been his dream, but the Wang family's foundation was weak. They could manage in a small city, but in the capital, they'd be devoured in no time.

"Tell the other major powers: if they don't come, I'll pay them a visit myself," Lin Yi said.

"Understood." Wang Yang was thrilled. With his teacher's support, ascending to the top of Jiang Province's hierarchy would be effortless.

He quickly set to work, issuing order after order, personally visiting each of Jiang Province's major powers.

Lin Yi strolled through the Tong family's mansion, ignoring the corpses strewn about.

He intended to visit the Tong family vault. His spiritual sense had detected an abundance of hundred-year-old medicinal herbs, and even a few that had aged a thousand years.

Truly, a wealthy power in Jiang Province.

Lin Yi reached the vault, located ten meters below ground.

With a violent punch, he shattered the password lock and entered the vault.

"Not bad," Lin Yi said, gathering the herbs with his aura technique.

Counting them, he found nearly a hundred century-old herbs and three millennia-old ones. Though it seemed like a lot, they were barely enough to stabilize his tenth golden core.

However, if used to refine Vitality Pills, they could yield thousands.

As for the magical artifacts in the Tong family vault, Lin Yi had no interest—they were merely crude prototypes, not worthy of the name.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, at the Tong family estate.

The representatives of Jiang Province's major powers arrived one after another. Upon discovering the bodies strewn across the Tong family grounds, they realized the provincial capital was on the verge of upheaval.

Lin Yi sat at the head of the table, yet not a single faction dared to protest. The corpses scattered about were a constant reminder.

"Teacher, the other nine major powers of Jiang Province are all here," Wang Yang whispered.

"Good."

Lin Yi's calm eyes swept over the nine powers. "I intend to make the Wang family the number one clan in Jiang Province. Any objections?"

The crowd exchanged glances. Lin Yi was about to overturn the established balance of power.

"Mr. Lin, the Wang family was previously an insignificant clan. To elevate them, I fear many present would be dissatisfied," said a middle-aged man with a square face. They feared Lin Yi, but not enough to surrender without resistance.

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Perhaps one clan alone could not stand against Lin Yi, but nine together might force even a Grandmaster to retreat.

Wang Yang's expression darkened. His family had just been labeled a minor, insignificant clan.

He quickly introduced, "Teacher, this is Song Yu, head of the Song clan, ranked first in Jiang Province."

Lin Yi understood. No wonder this man spoke up first.

"And the rest of you?" Lin Yi looked at the other factions.

"We agree with the Song clan leader," the others replied in turn.

Lin Yi smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping across the crowd as his aura suddenly erupted.

Regardless of their cultivation—Innate or near-Grandmaster—all present were crushed, unable to move even a finger.

They realized that if Lin Yi truly wished to kill them, it would only take a thought.

How foolish, they had just considered uniting against him, unaware they had already brushed past death's door.

"And now?" Lin Yi asked again.

Song Yu forced a bitter smile. He never expected Lin Yi, so young, to possess such power. Had he not witnessed it himself, he would never have believed it.

If it were merely a near-Grandmaster, they might rely on weapons for a surprise attack.

But a true Grandmaster, whose strength was already perfected—unless they mobilized all of Jiang Province, they could do nothing.

So Song Yu quickly responded, "Mr. Lin, our Song clan is the first to recognize the Wang family."

Wang Yang chuckled coldly to himself, but also felt a bit envious. Such was the benefit of strength.

Seeing Song Yu's stance, the others quickly followed suit, changing their tune with the wind.

"The rest is up to you," Lin Yi said, patting Wang Yang's shoulder.

He had no interest in the transfer of power. He supported the Wang family simply because he trusted them.

"I won't let you down, Teacher," Wang Yang said, full of excitement.

"That's enough."

Lin Yi waved his hand and left the Tong family estate.

By the time he returned home, it was already four o'clock.

Lin Dou Dou had woken up. Her fair face showed not a trace of injury. She wore a little Chanel dress, her feet clad in white knee-high socks, looking lively and full of energy.

"Lin Yi, where have you been these past few days? I missed you so much," Lin Dou Dou said sweetly.

She had forgotten everything about Xue Zhen, but remembered everything else. Angel was wise enough not to mention it.

"Alright, tomorrow I'll take you to the provincial capital," Lin Yi said, gently flicking Dou Dou's nose.

"Yay! Lin Yi, you're amazing!" Lin Dou Dou threw her arms around his waist.

Angel watched from the side, a little envious. In this world, perhaps only Dou Dou dared to be so bold.