Chapter 733: Master Lin

Chapter 733: Master Lin



Twenty years, not too long, not too short.

During these twenty years, after Lin Yuan took over the Blackwind Bandit Camp, he focused on two main tasks.

First, cultivation, to enhance his own strength as much as possible.

Second, training his subordinates and establishing a force with the Blackwind Bandit Camp at its core.

In this cyclical world, even the strongest Daoist Master is still a mortal, at best capable of matching a thousand soldiers alone.

There is no higher power available, and this applies to Lin Yuan as well.

Therefore, it is imperative to cultivate a force and capable subordinates.

Especially when the enemy is the Emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty.

The Great Feng Dynasty controls the entire world and can command Daoist Mages and even Daoist Masters.

If Lin Yuan were to continue acting alone, it would be extremely difficult to kill the Emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty.

Establishing a force, a force strong enough to rival the Great Feng Dynasty, and having this force serve and obey Lin Yuan, would definitely make him more proactive in the trial of killing the Emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty.

Furthermore, enhancing his own strength and cultivating a force are not mutually exclusive.

Lin Yuan can manage both without neglecting either.

This cyclical world, which traps countless Perfect Twelfth-Stage cultivators, is a trial set by the Supreme Dao itself.

It targets every Perfect Twelfth-Stage cultivator.

Except for the Gate of Ten Thousand Worlds, which might transcend the observation of the Supreme Dao.

Lin Yuan’s other means, such as the use of the Dao of Runes in this cyclical world, are likely all within the Supreme Dao’s estimation.

Even so, the trial of "killing the Emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty" has been given.

It is evident that there must be key information that Lin Yuan currently does not know.

Under these circumstances, Lin Yuan naturally makes the most prudent plans, utilizing every available force.

As for the boundary-breaking source power of the Gate of Ten Thousand Worlds?

That is his ultimate backup. Lin Yuan will not use it unless absolutely necessary.

On the training ground of the Blackwind Bandit Camp.

Several young boys sit cross-legged, allowing the harsh sunlight to shine upon them.

These boys were selected by Lin Yuan from the surrounding area of Black Mountain, all possessing the potential to become Daoists.

Compared to the Great Feng Dynasty's broad approach to cultivating Daoists, Lin Yuan uses the Dao of Runes to observe various future timelines, allowing him to more accurately identify those with the potential to become Daoists.

Although the future has countless possibilities and becoming a Daoist is influenced by many factors, under Lin Yuan’s cultivation, the probability of the selected boys eventually becoming Daoists is as high as sixty percent.

"Big Boss, why have you come?"

Lin Yuan walked into the training ground, and a thin man immediately approached respectfully.

His name is Ruan Yin, a key subordinate of Lin Yuan, who has already reached the Daoist Mage level.

Ruan Yin was an abandoned infant from a village near Black Mountain, raised by the community. He ventured into Black Mountain to gather winter supplies and was targeted by a pack of wolves.

If not for Lin Yuan’s intervention, Ruan Yin would have surely died.

This orphan, with an exceptionally rare Daoist talent, reached the Daoist Mage level in just ten years.

He is now considered a strong Daoist Mage.

Within fifty years, he has a good chance of reaching the Daoist Master level.

"Just came to take a look."

Lin Yuan said casually, "How are the disciples doing?"

"Thanks to Big Boss’s guidance, they are all doing well."

Ruan Yin replied respectfully.

As a Daoist Mage, he would be a formidable figure in the outside world.

Only in the Great Feng Dynasty would Daoist Mages be wary.

But in front of Lin Yuan? Ruan Yin dares not show any disrespect.

Firstly, Lin Yuan has done him a great favor.

Without Lin Yuan, he would have died in the jaws of the wolves, let alone become a Daoist Mage.

Secondly, Lin Yuan’s strength. Every time Ruan Yin tries to sense Lin Yuan, it feels like sensing the vast universe.

"That’s good."

Lin Yuan nodded.

In twenty years, the number of Daoists he has cultivated exceeds a thousand.

The number of Daoist Mages exceeds twenty.

These Daoists are now spread across the ninety-nine states of the world, serving as Lin Yuan’s future pawns against the Great Feng Dynasty.

After a brief inspection, Lin Yuan returned to his seclusion chamber.

"Calculating the time, Uncle San should be returning soon, right?"

Lin Yuan’s thoughts moved, and runes appeared before him, starting to observe the timelines related to Uncle San.

[At thirty-eight years old, you ordered Uncle San to establish trade routes in the Barbarian State. Uncle San successfully established many relationships with local forces and was on his way back when he was intercepted by the Golden Dragon Sect.]



[One month later, Uncle San was killed by the Golden Dragon Sect.]



"Hmm?"

Lin Yuan’s brows furrowed slightly.

Before sending Uncle San to the Barbarian State, he had specifically observed dozens of future timelines, confirming there were no dangers before proceeding.

However, the future has infinite possibilities, and observing just dozens of timelines cannot lock in the future, ensuring that Uncle San would not encounter any dangers.

It only means that the probability of encountering danger is low.

"Golden Dragon Sect?"

Lin Yuan stroked his chin.

The Golden Dragon Sect is a local Daoist force in the Barbarian State, one of the three strongest forces in the region, with a Daoist Master as its leader.

Lin Yuan was not surprised by the Golden Dragon Sect’s attack on Uncle San.

It all comes down to two words.

Interest.

Lin Yuan established a force and cultivated a large number of Daoists, which naturally required a significant amount of resources and wealth.

To this end, Lin Yuan specifically opened several trade routes to earn vast wealth, supporting the operations of his force.

However, the wealth in the world is fixed. When Lin Yuan opened a trade route, it inevitably affected the local forces.

In the past, when Lin Yuan opened other trade routes, he set up numerous contingencies. The local forces, though angry, did not dare to act rashly.

Lin Yuan had a good sense of balance, not monopolizing all the benefits but sharing a portion appropriately.

This maintained a certain equilibrium.

But now.

The Golden Dragon Sect is willing to offend Lin Yuan’s force and attack Uncle San.

Twenty years, not too long, not too short.

During these twenty years, after Lin Yuan took over the Blackwind Bandit Camp, he focused on two main tasks.

First, cultivation, to enhance his own strength as much as possible.

Second, training his subordinates and establishing a force with the Blackwind Bandit Camp at its core.

In this cyclical world, even the strongest Daoist Master is still a mortal, at best capable of matching a thousand soldiers alone.

There is no higher power available, and this applies to Lin Yuan as well.

Therefore, it is imperative to cultivate a force and capable subordinates.

Especially when the enemy is the Emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty.

The Great Feng Dynasty controls the entire world and can command Daoist Mages and even Daoist Masters.

If Lin Yuan were to continue acting alone, it would be extremely difficult to kill the Emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty.

Establishing a force, a force strong enough to rival the Great Feng Dynasty, and having this force serve and obey Lin Yuan, would definitely make him more proactive in the trial of killing the Emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty.

Furthermore, enhancing his own strength and cultivating a force are not mutually exclusive.

Lin Yuan can manage both without neglecting either.

This cyclical world, which traps countless Perfect Twelfth-Stage cultivators, is a trial set by the Supreme Dao itself.

It targets every Perfect Twelfth-Stage cultivator.

Except for the Gate of Ten Thousand Worlds, which might transcend the observation of the Supreme Dao.

Lin Yuan’s other means, such as the use of the Dao of Runes in this cyclical world, are likely all within the Supreme Dao’s estimation.

Even so, the trial of "killing the Emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty" has been given.

It is evident that there must be key information that Lin Yuan currently does not know.

Under these circumstances, Lin Yuan naturally makes the most prudent plans, utilizing every available force.

As for the boundary-breaking source power of the Gate of Ten Thousand Worlds?

That is his ultimate backup. Lin Yuan will not use it unless absolutely necessary.

On the training ground of the Blackwind Bandit Camp.

Several young boys sit cross-legged, allowing the harsh sunlight to shine upon them.

These boys were selected by Lin Yuan from the surrounding area of Black Mountain, all possessing the potential to become Daoists.

Compared to the Great Feng Dynasty's broad approach to cultivating Daoists, Lin Yuan uses the Dao of Runes to observe various future timelines, allowing him to more accurately identify those with the potential to become Daoists.

Although the future has countless possibilities and becoming a Daoist is influenced by many factors, under Lin Yuan’s cultivation, the probability of the selected boys eventually becoming Daoists is as high as sixty percent.

"Big Boss, why have you come?"

Lin Yuan walked into the training ground, and a thin man immediately approached respectfully.

His name is Ruan Yin, a key subordinate of Lin Yuan, who has already reached the Daoist Mage level.

Ruan Yin was an abandoned infant from a village near Black Mountain, raised by the community. He ventured into Black Mountain to gather winter supplies and was targeted by a pack of wolves.

If not for Lin Yuan’s intervention, Ruan Yin would have surely died.

This orphan, with an exceptionally rare Daoist talent, reached the Daoist Mage level in just ten years.

He is now considered a strong Daoist Mage.

Within fifty years, he has a good chance of reaching the Daoist Master level.

"Just came to take a look."

Lin Yuan said casually, "How are the disciples doing?"

"Thanks to Big Boss’s guidance, they are all doing well."

Ruan Yin replied respectfully.

As a Daoist Mage, he would be a formidable figure in the outside world.

Only in the Great Feng Dynasty would Daoist Mages be wary.

But in front of Lin Yuan? Ruan Yin dares not show any disrespect.

Firstly, Lin Yuan has done him a great favor.

Without Lin Yuan, he would have died in the jaws of the wolves, let alone become a Daoist Mage.

Secondly, Lin Yuan’s strength. Every time Ruan Yin tries to sense Lin Yuan, it feels like sensing the vast universe.

"That’s good."

Lin Yuan nodded.

In twenty years, the number of Daoists he has cultivated exceeds a thousand.

The number of Daoist Mages exceeds twenty.

These Daoists are now spread across the ninety-nine states of the world, serving as Lin Yuan’s future pawns against the Great Feng Dynasty.

After a brief inspection, Lin Yuan returned to his seclusion chamber.

"Calculating the time, Uncle San should be returning soon, right?"

Lin Yuan’s thoughts moved, and runes appeared before him, starting to observe the timelines related to Uncle San.

[At thirty-eight years old, you ordered Uncle San to establish trade routes in the Barbarian State. Uncle San successfully established many relationships with local forces and was on his way back when he was intercepted by the Golden Dragon Sect.]



[One month later, Uncle San was killed by the Golden Dragon Sect.]



"Hmm?"

Lin Yuan’s brows furrowed slightly.

Before sending Uncle San to the Barbarian State, he had specifically observed dozens of future timelines, confirming there were no dangers before proceeding.

However, the future has infinite possibilities, and observing just dozens of timelines cannot lock in the future, ensuring that Uncle San would not encounter any dangers.

It only means that the probability of encountering danger is low.

"Golden Dragon Sect?"

Lin Yuan stroked his chin.

The Golden Dragon Sect is a local Daoist force in the Barbarian State, one of the three strongest forces in the region, with a Daoist Master as its leader.

Lin Yuan was not surprised by the Golden Dragon Sect’s attack on Uncle San.

It all comes down to two words.

Interest.

Lin Yuan established a force and cultivated a large number of Daoists, which naturally required a significant amount of resources and wealth.

To this end, Lin Yuan specifically opened several trade routes to earn vast wealth, supporting the operations of his force.

However, the wealth in the world is fixed. When Lin Yuan opened a trade route, it inevitably affected the local forces.

In the past, when Lin Yuan opened other trade routes, he set up numerous contingencies. The local forces, though angry, did not dare to act rashly.

Lin Yuan had a good sense of balance, not monopolizing all the benefits but sharing a portion appropriately.

This maintained a certain equilibrium.

But now.

The Golden Dragon Sect is willing to offend Lin Yuan’s force and attack Uncle San.

Lin Yuan continued to observe the future timelines more deeply with the Dao of Runes to understand the underlying reasons.

"The Golden Dragon Sect’s Daoist Master is about to pass away. The Golden Dragon Sect, having lost its greatest support, is already very wary. At this time, Uncle San’s appearance made the Golden Dragon Sect think that an external force was invading?"

Lin Yuan quickly deduced the truth.

"Fine."

"I’ll go out personally."

Lin Yuan continued to observe hundreds of timelines.

He made his decision.

The Golden Dragon Sect, after all, is a force at the Daoist Master level.

They attacked Uncle San, and other than himself, it would be difficult for anyone else to guarantee saving Uncle San.

Moreover, Lin Yuan’s trip to the Barbarian State also had his own plans.

The Golden Dragon Sect is on the verge of collapse, making it more suitable to be incorporated into Lin Yuan’s forces.

Acting against the current Golden Dragon Sect, in the numerous timelines Lin Yuan observed, would not pose significant risks.

At the border of the Barbarian State.

In a dense forest.

The hunchbacked old man, Uncle San, was fleeing frantically.

Over the past twenty years, under Lin Yuan’s guidance, Uncle San had also become a Daoist.

However, limited by his talent, he was still not a Daoist Mage.

With the strength of an ordinary Daoist and the skills of a martial artist.

Uncle San’s combat ability was extremely close to that of a Daoist Mage.

Bang!

Uncle San seemed to sense something.

He abruptly stopped his frantic escape.

Staring intently at the front.

Four figures in golden robes slowly walked out.

"Old man, why aren’t you running anymore?"

The man in the golden robe on the far left side looked at Uncle San with a mocking expression.

"Golden Dragon Sect, I have no intentions to invade the Barbarian State. I merely came to open trade routes."

Uncle San sighed inwardly and his heart and immediately clasped his hands in a salute.

If possible, he would very much preferred to avoid conflict with the Golden Dragon Sect.

As the top local force, with a Daoist Master as their leader.

Completely offending such a force would mean the end of Blackwind Bandit Camp’s long-term business.

Uncle San was very clear that Lin Yuan valued the Barbarian State. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have specifically sent him to open trade routes.

"Whether to your intentions or not, it’s not just words. Come back with us."

The man in the golden robe in the middle, with a cold gaze, spoke.

With the ancestral master about to pass away, the Golden Dragon Sect was extremely cautious of any Daoist entering the Barbarian State.

They feared that a force would take advantage of the Golden Dragon Sect’s weakest period to cause chaos.

"Without even asking my identity, you’re taking me back. Is the Golden Dragon Sect this domineant?"

Uncle San’s expression darkened.

Being captured and taken back by the Golden Dragon Sect was something he absolutely refused.

It wasn’t a matter of losing face.

It was a concern about exposing Lin Yuan and the existence of the backing force.

"Then who are you?"

The man in the golden robe on the side asked mockingly.

"I am..."

Uncle San frowned.

"Regardless of who you are, as long as you’re in the Barbarian State, you fall under the jurisdiction of the Golden Dragon Sect, to the Great Feng Dynasty."

The man in the golden robe in the middle said.

The hunchbacked old man before him was merely an ordinary Daoist.

Combined with his secretive behavior, seeing them and running away.

He definitely had nothing to do with the Great Feng Dynasty.

If he were an official Daoist of the Great Feng Dynasty, why would he need to flee like this?

Not far from the branches.

Lin Yuan’s figure appeared silently, quietly observing the four men in golden robes blocking Uncle San.

Before taking action, Lin Yuan’s eyes were filled with countless runes, observing the various future timelines to determine the impact of his actions.

"I have no interest in the Barbarian State."

"To make things easier for the Golden Dragon Sect, I will offer ten thousand taels of gold as thanks."

Uncle San steadied himself and spoke softly.

"Ten thousand taels of gold?"

"A generous offer."

The man in the golden robe on the side looked at Uncle San.

Ten thousand taels of gold, extremely valuable.

Ten thousand taels of gold, enough to support the Golden Dragon Sect for a year.

"Come back with us."

The man in the golden robe in the middle remained indifferent.

"Will you come back willingly, or do we need to capture you?"

The man in the golden robe on the side took a step forward, looking at Uncle San with a playful expression.

As a Daoist Mage, he was confident in his ability to completely suppress Uncle San.

"The Golden Dragon Sect, I will remember you."

Uncle San’s expression turned cold, with a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

Realizing he couldn’t persuade the Golden Dragon Sect, he stopped pretending.

His internal energy boiled, and his mental strength rapidly increased.

During his time with Lin Yuan, he had also learned some Daoist secret techniques.

Among them, there were techniques that could significantly boost his strength, though they came with many risks.

"Hmm?"

Just as Uncle San was about to burst out.

A white, slender hand gently pressed on his shoulder.

"Master?"

Uncle San turned around, seeing a young man standing behind him, his heart was startled.

Wasn’t Master in Black Mountain? When did he come here?

"Master, the Golden Dragon Sect..."

Uncle San immediately prepared to tell Lin Yuan everything about the Golden Dragon Sect and the current situation.

"I know everything."

Lin Yuan nodded, looking at the four men in golden robes, "I’ve heard much about the Golden Dragon Sect. Today, I’ve come to learn from you."

"Just you?"

The man in the golden robe on the side looked at Lin Yuan with disdain.

From Uncle San, he could sense a faint aura of a Daoist, but from Lin Yuan?

There was no trace of a Daoist aura.

From his perspective.

Lin Yuan was no different from an ordinary mortal.

"Hold on."

Just as the man in the golden robe on the side was about to act, intending to deal with both Lin Yuan and Uncle San.

The man in the golden robe in the middle, whose eyes faintly glowed with a golden light, raised his hand to stop the man on the side, his gaze on Lin Yuan becoming increasingly serious.

(End of Chapter)

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