Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate Chapter 2181: 1115: Conspiracy (Part 2)

Capítulo 2181: Chapter 1115: Conspiracy (Part 2)

After delivering these words, a visibly anxious expression crossed Chen Guanghua’s face, as if he lived in genuine fear of Lin Tianming. Struck by Chen Guanghua’s observations, and perhaps reflecting on the formidable power Lin Tianming had once unleashed, Song Chufeng’s complexion darkened significantly. In his eyes, Chen Guanghua’s analysis held undeniable logic. After all, Lin Tianming’s immense strength and rare talent were beyond any reasonable doubt. As the man who had confronted Lin Tianming head-on, Song Chufeng grasped this reality more acutely than anyone else.

With Lin Tianming’s current level of Cultivation, navigated with sufficient caution within the Ancient Demon Secret Realm, even ordinary Fourth Order Demonic Beasts would likely pose no genuine threat to him. Consequently, throughout that extensive six-month expedition, it was highly probable that Lin Tianming had secured at least one or two Nascent Soul Spiritual Items. Although such treasures remain exceedingly rare and difficult to procure even within the Ancient Demon Secret Realm, Lin Tianming’s sheer power and the legendary fortune that often accompanies such a gifted cultivator made it a distinct possibility.

Much like the Holy Son of the Blood Red Alliance, Situ Jian, who boasted terrifying innate talent and extraordinary luck—factors which had allowed him to reach the Golden Core Great Perfection Realm at such a tender age—Lin Tianming appeared to be cut from the same cloth. It was exactly this convergence of divine luck and overwhelming talent that enabled Situ Jian to stand as a top-tier combatant among his peers; without such gifts, his rapid rise would have been impossible. Since Lin Tianming clearly shared these attributes, the potential for him to have acquired Nascent Soul Spiritual Items during his six months in the secret realm was significant. If this was the case, it stood to reason that he would prioritize a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Stage immediately upon returning to the Lin Family Clan Grounds. By all estimations, it was entirely feasible that Lin Tianming had already entered secluded training. While the outcome remained uncertain, Song Chufeng understood one thing: the Lin Family had emerged as a grave danger to the Blood Red Alliance.

Chen Guanghua had already foreseen this threat. As Song Chufeng processed these thoughts, he too felt the growing pressure looming over his own organization. Once Lin Tianming successfully entered the Nascent Soul Stage, the Lin Family would effectively be on equal footing with the other Nascent Soul Forces in Qingzhou, possessing power comparable to, if not exceeding, that of the Tang Family. This realization caused Song Chufeng’s expression to grow increasingly grim. As silence settled between them, Chen Guanghua broke the quiet, pulling Song Chufeng back into the urgency of the moment.

“Junior Song,” Chen Guanghua began, “the threat of the Lin Family is now standing right before our gates. Time has become a precious commodity for both them and us, the Blood Red Alliance. If we allow Lin Tianming to finalize his breakthrough, uprooting the Lin Family and the entire Jinfeng Nation cultivation world will become an infinitely more arduous task. We must pray that he is still caught in his seclusion and has yet to secure his foundation in the Nascent Soul Stage. We are forced to act with immediate haste, striking at the Lin Family and the Jinfeng Nation while his breakthrough remains unresolved. If we can inflict terminal damage to their clan before he emerges, or find a way to violently disrupt his cultivation process, we can effectively neutralize this danger. This window of time is both the Lin Family’s only lifeline and our golden opportunity to dismantle their influence.”

After a lingering look at Song Chufeng, Chen Guanghua issued his directive with iron resolve: “Junior Song, your injuries have mended, so you must mobilize a detachment of our members and depart for Jinfeng Nation at once to launch a preemptive strike against the Lin Family. I care not for the cost; you must ensure that Lin Tianming does not achieve his breakthrough into the Nascent Soul Stage.”

Song Chufeng hesitated, not out of cowardice, but out of strategic concern. “Senior Chen, if I lead our forces away from the mountain gate to assault Jinfeng Nation, the Yulan Sect will undoubtedly catch wind of our movements. If Zhou Tianlong decides to launch an offensive of his own during our absence, what shall we do? Do you possess the absolute certainty required to hold off the Yulan Sect alone?”

Chen Guanghua merely chuckled, as if he had anticipated this very objection. “Junior Song, harbor no such fears for your mission. I have already secured outside assistance. Even if the Yulan Sect commits their full might, they will pose little threat to the Blood Red Alliance.” He offered a confident, inscrutable smile. “Hehe… and should they dare to seek trouble, they might find themselves trapped in a catastrophe of their own making.”

Song Chufeng felt his confusion deepen. For years, the Blood Red Alliance had made numerous enemies across the Qingzhou lands, earning a reputation that left other Nascent Soul Forces wary and hostile. It seemed wildly implausible that any local Nascent Soul Force would willingly align with them, even with the lure of generous compensation. If not from Qingzhou, then had Chen Guanghua brought in outside allies? The possibility made sense, though he could not identify any specific group capable or willing to do so. Struggling to contain his curiosity, he asked, “Senior, which comrades have you enlisted for this support?”

Chen Guanghua offered no details, signaling the end of the inquiry with a wave of his hand. “Junior Song, do not press for details. You need only focus on your path to Jinfeng Nation and the eradication of the Lin Family. When the time is appropriate for you to know, everything will be revealed. For now, dismiss your worries regarding the Yulan Sect; your sole responsibility is the task at hand. Once the Lin Family is extinguished and this threat is carved out, your mission will be deemed a success, and I shall handle the rest.”

Recognizing the finality in the Great Elder’s voice, Song Chufeng decided it would be unwise to press further. Persistent questioning could be misconstrued as insubordination or lack of faith, and given Chen Guanghua’s status and history of ruthlessness, caution was the only path. Suppressing his doubts with a sharp, disciplined inhale, he bowed inwardly and accepted the order.

“Since you have already accounted for every eventuality and constructed such a thorough contingency, I am relieved,” Song Chufeng replied, his voice regaining its practiced confidence. “I will execute your orders without delay. As soon as my forces have been mobilized, I shall march for Jinfeng Nation to strike the first blow against the Lin Family. Rest assured, I will ensure the clan is shattered and Lin Tianming suffers irreparable damage. As for the defense of the Alliance Headquarters, I entrust those future developments to your capable hands.”

Satisfied by the display of resolve, Chen Guanghua nodded and provided further tactical directives. The two leaders spent the next half-hour refining their plans, brainstorming comprehensive methods to counter potential interference from third-party sects and finalizing every aspect of the looming assault. Once their strategy was airtight, Song Chufeng rose, bowed respectfully, and departed from the silent, oppressive cold of Chen Guanghua’s Cave Mansion.