Chapter 118 Wanted and the Ancient Monument of Good Fortune
In a branch of the Yin Kui Sect, people were scattered in the spacious hall. A gloomy and heavy atmosphere quietly gathered, making people feel as if a huge rock was pressing on their hearts, making them uneasy and depressed.

All the senior executives of the branch gathered here at the moment, but they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the first seat, where a middle-aged man in cloth was sitting quietly. Although he did not say a word, it was not difficult to see the extremely suppressed anger and murderous intent from his slightly twitching cheeks and heavy breathing.

"You mean, Lin'er led five Formation Realm warriors and several Yuandan Realm warriors to hunt down a Qi Creation Realm warrior, but in the end... they all died at the hands of the other party?"

Although his face flushed, Jiang Muyang's tone remained calm, but his voice seemed a little hoarse and dull compared to before, which made people feel cold just by listening to it.

"To answer what the elder said, that's exactly what happened." The figure half-kneeling in the middle of the hall lowered his head, his body trembling constantly, "That day, Protector Jiang led a dozen brothers out of the city to besiege and kill, but they never came back. It was not until later that someone brought news that they saw Protector Jiang being killed outside the city..."

"boom!"

A fierce force exploded and hit his body hard, sending him flying backwards. Finally, he hit the pillar with a "bang" and blood spurted out.

"Issuing a reward for the beast that killed my son! Let anyone who has seen him copy his portrait and spread it throughout the wilderness. I want him to have nowhere to escape!"

The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. Jiang Muyang stood up and roared hysterically, his whole face distorted with anger.

"Li Fei, I'm going to the headquarters to meet the leader. You will take over the affairs of this branch first!"

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Muyang walked quickly out of the hall, his clothes fluttering. Looking at his murderous back, everyone shuddered. Everyone understood that Jiang Muyang, who had lost his only son, would avenge Jiang Mulin at all costs.

When the Yin Kui Sect's men scattered in all directions and posted notices offering a bounty for the two men everywhere, Lin Changqiang and Lin Dong had already left the town again and embarked on the journey to the Great Wilderness Ancient Monument.

The Great Wilderness Ancient Stele is extremely famous throughout the Great Yan Dynasty. Every time the seal is weakened, countless powerful people will come from all over the place, and even people from the four major clans are no exception. After all, no one will complain that they have too many treasures.

"There are still about twenty days until the seal of the Great Desolate Ancient Monument becomes the weakest. By then, maybe I can see that guy again."

Lin Dong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered. Only more than a year had passed, but now he already had the strength to fight with Lin Langtian!

“Don’t be impulsive. With your current strength, you are still no match for Lin Langtian.” Looking at Lin Dong with a fiery gaze and high fighting spirit, Lin Changqiang rolled his eyes at him in annoyance.

"It's not like he hasn't practiced for more than a year. The last time we met, he was already at the minor stage of Qi formation. Now he must be at least half a step into the realm of creation. In addition, he has the best spiritual treasures and martial arts of the Lin family. What can you use to fight him? Little Diao?"

“Don’t we still have you?” Lin Dong patted Lin Changqiang’s shoulder. When the other party looked at him with disdain, he smiled and looked at the distant sky. “There is still one year before the clan will leave. After one year, I will fulfill my original promise and avenge my father!”

Seeing this, Lin Changqiang couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He knew that the boy in front of him had been living in endless cold eyes and abuse since he was eight years old, and some even beat him up...

Just as Lin Changqiang was thinking about how to comfort Lin Dong, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind to the southwest of the two. Then, a young man in black clothes and carrying an iron stick on his shoulder came galloping over on a giant eagle. Indistinctly, there was a fanatical fighting spirit that could fight against heaven and earth. "What a strong fighting spirit!"

Looking at the young man in black, a hint of surprise flashed across Lin Dong's eyes. He could feel that although the man in front of him was also in the small success stage of the Qi Creation Realm, he had a high fighting spirit that he did not have.

At the same time, the young man in black also noticed something, and his gaze immediately shifted to Lin Changqiang and Lin Dong. Then, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and he gradually slowed down and flew to the top of the mountain where the two were.

"My name is Wu Fatian. I wonder if you two friends would like to fight with me?"

Under the somewhat surprised looks of Lin Changqiang and Lin Dong, Wu Fatian walked up to the two of them in a familiar manner and bowed, then stared at them fanatically with a smile on his face. He could feel that the two people in front of him were by no means weaker than himself, especially the extremely handsome young man, whose aura had actually reached the great perfection of the Qi Creation Realm!
Lin Dong's eyes couldn't help but twitch, and Lin Changqiang at the side was also speechless. He knew that he had met the legendary martial arts fanatic, a person like this would only get more excited regardless of winning or losing, and was very difficult to deal with.

"I'm not interested, are you?"

Lin Changqiang shook his head and looked at Lin Dong beside him. Apart from the latter, he had no interest in sparring with anyone weaker than himself.

As expected, Lin Dong, who was busy practicing, naturally shook his head to refuse.

Afterwards, the two were too lazy to stay any longer, so they patted Xiao Yan, allowing the latter to return to his normal size, then turned over and jumped onto the tiger's back, ready to leave.

“I heard that the Yin Kui Sect and the Ancient Sword Sect are both looking for two young people in the Qi Creation Realm who are carrying a tiger. It should be you, right?” Wu Fatian suddenly blinked and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Hearing this, Lin Dong's eyes darkened slightly. He turned his head and looked at the other person with some displeasure: "Were you invited by the Yin Gui Sect?"

“Haha, those guys who carry dead bodies around all day can’t hire me.” Wu Fatian laughed and waved his hands, showing no awe towards the Yin Gui Sect. “I just saw that you guys don’t get along with the Yin Gui Sect, so I reminded you to avoid causing trouble for the Yin Gui Sect.”

"I see."

Lin Changqiang nodded with some understanding. He had always wondered why Jiang Mulin's father had not come to seek revenge on him for so long. Now it seemed that the other party knew that he was no match for him and wanted to use the power of the entire Yin Kui Sect to avenge his son. No wonder this side quest rewarded five lottery opportunities at once, there were several people in the Fate Realm in the Yin Kui Sect.

However... in a short time, I will be able to break through to the Creation Realm. By then, those guys from the Yin Gui Sect will probably be dumbfounded.

"Thank you very much."

The two of them bowed to Wu Fatian, then patted Xiao Yan lightly. Xiao Yan flapped his wings, and with a low thunder, he turned into lightning and rushed into the distance...

(End of this chapter)