Chapter 422: 422 Do you still want to sit in the position of the Supre Elder? [2 more updates] Chapter 422: 422 Do you still want to sit in the position of the Supre Elder? [2 more updates] On Lin Qin’s body lay the lifelong power of Lin Weilan, and now that the Secluded Zither had recognized Lin Qin as its master, Lin Zhushuang, as the current Supre Elder of the Lin Family, naturally would not allow Lin Qin to be left destitute outside.
After all, given Lin Qin’s talents shown so far, even in the main house, she qualified to join the circle of core disciples.
Lin Zhushuang would have preferred to kill Lin Qin directly, but indeed, she had no valid reason to do so.
Why not bring Lin Qin back to the main house? In Yunjing, Lin Qin is alone and without connections, wouldn’t she still be at her rcy?
But what about Ye Wanlan?
From the first glance, Lin Zhushuang took an intense dislike to this person of a different surna.
Back then, if it weren’t for Lin Weilan’s adamant protection of Lin Jiayan, the Secluded Zither would not have been taken away.
In the end, Lin Jiayan still went missing, leaving only this nuisance behind.
Lin Weilan’s efforts were truly in vain.
“You have three days to think it over,” said Lin Zhushuang with clear impatience. “Every daughter of the Lin family must bear the surna Lin; no one is an exception. Only with the surna Lin, one is a mber of the Lin family.”
Ye Wanlan did not get angry. Her eyebrows and eyes were indifferent: “If it’s Heavenly Sound Sect’s Lin, I would accept the surna, but the Lin of the Yunjing Lin Family might not be worthy enough.”
“My Yunjing Lin Family is indeed the descendant of the Heavenly Sound Sect, and the surna Lin has always been consistent,” Lin Zhushuang’s eyes flashed with cold light. “Since you don’t want to change your surna, do you wish to die instead?”
She fiddled with a green bamboo flute in her hand, full of threats.
“I didn’t know that the illustrious Lin Family has now resorted to forcing a young girl to change her surna,” a mocking voice sounded. “Lin Zhushuang, have you beco more shaless with age?”
Lin Zhushuang suddenly grasped the flute in her hand. She turned her head to look, and her pupils involuntarily constricted.
“I see nothing special about bearing the surna Lin.” Su Yingxia walked forward a step, standing next to Ye Wanlan with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. “And the difference among those who share the surna Lin can also be quite substantial, no? Like you, like Old Madam Lin.”
“Su Yingxia?” Lin Zhushuang’s eyes narrowed, and she let out a cold laugh. “I know your mother had past ties with Lin Weilan, but your mother also died a few years ago. It’s better for you not to interfere with our Lin Family’s affairs.”
Though she said so, she was still apprehensive.
Su Yingxia was not only the Fourth Elder of the Su Family but also the Matriarch of the Rong Family.
If she insisted on intervening, today, she really would not be able to intimidate Ye Wanlan.
“Joking, I’m too lazy to ddle in your Lin Family’s affairs,” Su Yingxia said with a light smile. “Old Madam Lin’s body is not yet cold, and you are already eager to bully her descendants. Truly as shaless as ever.”
Lin Zhushuang’s face flushed with anger: “Su Yingxia, you—”
“How so?” Su Yingxia said with a smiling tone. “What are you planning to do about it? Accuse of disrespecting the old and loving the young, or are you also planning to kill ?”
“Drive!” Lin Zhushuang took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”
Su Yingxia, ruining her plans—she would rember this.
“Ah Lan, don’t mind her,” Su Yingxia said coldly. “She’s just jealous of your grandmother. When I was young, my mother often told about Old Madam Lin’s extraordinary talent in Music Theory, which made many core disciples of the family very envious.”
Ye Wanlan humd in response.
“The Lin Family is, after all, a great clan with fierce competition,” Su Yingxia shook her head. “The victor is king, and the defeated are not just outlaws; they are dead.”
There are only so many resources; the more they are divided, the less each person receives.
Su Yingxia said again: “It’s like the ancient great Sects, it has always been this way since ancient tis.”
Ye Wanlan said indifferently: “It’s not the sa.”
Three hundred years ago, Heavenly Sound Sect was one of the Six Great Sects, and internal competition was also very intense.
During the competition for the position of Sect Leader, Lin Wanci, having lost a round, could only be second to Lin Fanyin and take the position of the oldest sister.
The two have been at odds ever since, and whenever there was a matter of importance to discuss, Lin Wanci would only stand on the opposite side of Lin Fanyin.
However, when the country faced great peril, Lin Wanci unhesitatingly chose to sacrifice her life to buy more ti for Lin Fanyin.
The entire Heavenly Sound Sect shared a clear goal and original intention; competition was also positive and healthy.
But now, the Lin Family, not just the Lin Family but including the other four, had turned into malignant competition— a cycle that persists from generation to generation.
Sabotage, murder… various thods erged endlessly, all just to secure their position.
And among the current Five Great Families of Yunjing, the Su Family had the most intense infighting, simply because the Su Family practiced dicine, making it all too easy to sabotage.
Su Xueqing was one of the victims.
Luckily, she managed to preserve her hands and her life, but there are many more victims for whom living itself is a luxury.
“Ah Lan, let’s not talk about this for now, take this pill,” Su Yingxia said. “You need to restore your health to fulfill your grandmother’s wishes.”
Ye Wanlan swallowed the dicinal pill, it was bitter, but good dicine is bitter and beneficial for diseases.
“Jingqiu and I are here, Lin Zhushuang won’t make a big fuss in the next few days,” Su Yingxia hesitated for a mont. “Ah Lan, after the Old Madam’s funeral is over, are you planning to go to Yunjing?”
“Qinqin will go first, I still have so matters to deal with,” Ye Wanlan said. “Pulling the Sky Company is currently preparing for relocation, and I will also accompany Qinqin to Yunjing later.”
“Qinqin heading to Yunjing first is also a good thing,” Su Yingxia nodded in agreent. “I will help keep an eye on things.”
Ye Wanlan smiled: “Thank you, Sister Yingxia.”
**
In the following two days of vigil, Lin Zhushuang indeed did not co.
Several major families of Jiangcheng also ca to offer incense to Lin Weilan, all because of Ye Wanlan.
“The funeral preparations are all ready,” Su Yingxia flipped through the details. “Ah Lan can rest assured that the Old Madam will be laid to rest securely and peacefully.”
As they were chatting, Yan Tingfeng returned.
Today, he was dressed in black, which made his complexión appear even more pale, and his silver-white hair glinted with a faint glow under the sunlight.
“Aunt Su, this is the Frost Snow Condensing Spirit Flower,” Yan Tingfeng took out a box from his bosom. “Do you think this vintage will be sufficient?”
“More than sufficient, absolutely!” Su Yingxia saw the ice blue Frost Snow Condensing Spirit Flower and was overjoyed. “It’s better than I expected, I’ll go prepare the dicine!”
She picked up the box and hurried off.
Ye Wanlan looked up and stared intently at Yan Tingfeng: “You’re injured.”
A definite tone.
Yan Tingfeng was startled, laughed, and said: “Am I?”
“Yes, a very faint sll of blood, it seems you have cleaned up and covered it with dicine before returning,” Ye Wanlan said flatly. “Others may not sll it, but I can.”
She was extrely sensitive to the scent of blood; even when mixed with many other slls, she could detect it.
Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng seed helpless, he lightly blinked: “I really can’t hide anything from Xiao Wan, just a minor injury, not worth ntioning.”
“An injury that afflicts you and requires you to take action to cover it up is surely no minor injury,” Ye Wanlan looked up. “What excuse will you use to explain this ti?”
“Xiao Wan is too clever and has a discerning eye; I can’t cover anything with excuses,” Yan Tingfeng coughed twice, smiling slightly. “But the wound has indeed healed, see for yourself.”
He pulled open his shirt, revealing his well-defined abdon, where there was a palm-sized scar.
By its color, it seed to have just healed recently.
“Such Heaven and Earth Treasures as the Frost Snow Condensing Spirit Flower surely have guarding beasts protecting them,” Ye Wanlan frowned. “Even though your wound has healed, due to the poison from the beast’s claw, it will fester again in a few days. Co here, I’ll apply so dicine.”
Yan Tingfeng obediently followed Ye Wanlan.
After extracting the dical kit, Ye Wanlan took so ointnt and began to apply it to Yan Tingfeng’s wound.
The sensation of tingling numbness spread, causing Yan Tingfeng’s body to shudder unexpectedly.
Ye Wanlan placed her other hand on his shoulder: “Don’t move.”
Such intimate action was indeed a first for Yan Tingfeng.
He never really cared about the injuries on his body, unless they were fatal; he would simply bandage them up and wait for the wounds to heal on their own.
He could feel pain, but pain served as an alert to him.
After applying the dicine, Ye Wanlan wrapped the wound with a bandage: “There, you should change the dressing in seven days.”
“Okay,” Yan Tingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly. “Lucky to have Xiao Wan here.”
Suddenly, Ye Wanlan asked: “Did I talk in my sleep?”
Yan Tingfeng paused: “Did you?”
“I guess so?” Ye Wanlan spoke nonchalantly. “What do you think, Tingting?”
Yan Tingfeng: “…”
**
Carrying the flag is an indispensable part of the funeral rituals in Shenzhou, symbolizing the guidance of the deceased’s soul safely on the road to Huangquan, not to lose their way.
In the end, it was Ye Wanlan who was responsible for carrying the flag.
Lin Qin and Lin Wenli both followed behind her, escorting Lin Weilan.
Lin Zhushuang indeed did not appear these last few days, but she had not left Jiangcheng.
She stood not far away, watching the funeral procession, her eyes filled with unstoppable murderous intent.
Perhaps, this was the ti to kill Lin Qin and Ye Wanlan together and rid herself of future troubles.
The Lin Family would never know.
As she thought so, Lin Zhushuang placed the bamboo flute to her lips, gathered her Inner Strength, and was about to use the Heavenly Music thod to strike down Ye Wanlan and Lin Qin at once.
“Boom!”
The next second, her bamboo flute was unexpectedly knocked out of her hands.
“Lin Zhushuang!” A shout fell like thunder, “For no reason, you strike against the younger mbers of the Lin Family; do you still wish to keep your position as the Supre Elder?”
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