Chapter Eighty-Seventh: Do You Remember?

this realm. Anything born in this realm could not truly kill it.Hearing this, Jiang Wang discovered a problem: "When did that 'he' appear in the Sen Hai Yuan Realm"The old priest looked at him intent...Who is this person What do they want to do

Lin Zhengren felt a surge of caution, but he didn't act rashly.

To be pushed to such a state, yet not realize it, already speaks volumes about the disparity in power. Especially the oppressive aura emanating from this person behind me, it feels tangible.

Lin Zhengren would not do adventurous things.

He did not turn a single Dao element, indicating that he had absolutely no intention of resistance. Afterward, his body stiffly turned around slowly.

Then he saw a man wearing a mountain ghost mask.

Fu Baosong once said that the person who broke into the city's Daoist temple that night was wearing the Shan Gui mask!

"I meant no offense!"

Lin Zhengren directly stated his attitude: "I don't know anything about what happened at the City Dao Institute, and I absolutely don't care!"

"But," Jiang Wang said in a hesitant voice, "you were just looking for me everywhere."

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“I'm just going through the motions, not really trying. With your abilities, you should be able to see right through it!”

Jiang Wang looked at him quietly: "People's hearts are hidden deep within, it's hard for me to see clearly."

This look made Lin Zhengren uneasy. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Lordship, how can I make it clear to you Just say it!"

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Jiang Wang smiled, his smile cold. With a casual flick of his hand, a fireball shot out, crashing through the courtyard wall and exploding with a loud bang in the night sky.

"Prove it to me," Jiang Wang said.

Lin Zhengren's face paled, and he struggled to control his emotions before his expression calmed down. The other party's attitude was already very clear, and he chose to accept it.

The bursting fireball awakened the night of the Lin clan's dwelling.

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"Where did it explode"

"What happened"

"Go take a look!"

Gradually, members of the Lin clan came over from various courtyards, armed with swords and knives. They surrounded Lin Zhengren's courtyard, completely blocking all entrances and exits.

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"Young Master! What's wrong"

"Who is this person"

"The Lin clan's soldiers are here, young master. Please command as you wish!"

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At that time, Jiang Wang and Lin Zhengren both stood in the courtyard, each in silence.

From the collapsed walls, one could see them standing opposite each other, neither making any other movement.

The Lin clan members were clamoring in support of their young master, but they did not rush forward at first because Lin Zhengren had not given the order.

The night cast a veil of mystery over the two figures, locked in an unspoken confrontation.

As a result, they couldn't see how stiff Lin Zhengren's body was or how ugly his face looked.

While standing opposite him, Jiang Wang, wearing a mask, looked remarkably composed.

Ability determines mentality.

When Jiang Wang first came to Lin's house in望江 City, he still had to borrow a gun from Zhù Wéi wǒ before setting off. Even with Zhù Wéi wǒ's influence, when Lin Zhèngrén gave him "advice," he could only continue.

But now, when he returns to the Lin family's ancestral home, he doesn't speak a word, and Lin Zhengren doesn't even have the right to speak!

Strong Weak Displacement!

The Lin clan's ancestral home was becoming increasingly noisy, and soon another group of people gathered.

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That man at the front shouted from afar, "Which blind thief dares to disturb my big brother's peace!"

The corner of Jiang Wang's mouth, hidden beneath the mask, twitched upward slightly.

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Lin Zhengli's voice!

He began expressing his admiration and concern for his elder brother from afar, as if disturbing Lin Zhengren's quiet cultivation was worse than digging up the ancestral tomb of the Lin family. His words were earnest and his indignation was hard to contain.

Lin Zhengren opened his mouth as if to say something, but under Jiang Wang's intimidating gaze, he couldn't utter a single word.

The crowd came closer.

Lin Zhengli squeezed past the crowd of relatives blocking the courtyard, and strode into the courtyard accompanied by two guards.

It's been a long time, he looks very well.

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As the heir apparent of the Lin family, he was brimming with confidence. Being the elder brother of a member of the Six Talents of the National Academy granted him considerable prestige throughout Qinghe County. He exuded confidence and self-assurance both inwardly and outwardly.

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His cultivation level hadn't improved much, only reaching the Zhoutian realm.

"Brother!" he bowed to Lin Zhengren: "All the good hands of our Lin family are outside. As long as you give an order, they can die for you at any time!"

He glanced at Jiang Wang, who was wearing a mask of the mountain ghost, his demeanor turning arrogant and domineering: "Who is this guy with such obvious clues"

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In his eyes, Lin Zhengren at the peak of the Tenglong Realm was already one of the strongest people in Wangjiang City. He couldn't think of anyone else besides the city lord who could surpass his elder brother.

The person in front of me, who came out of nowhere and whose intentions are unclear, is clearly no match for my brother.

This was a good time for him to express his loyalty, not seeking to fully mend the increasingly distant relationship between the two brothers, but hoping that Lin Zhengren would remember his younger brother from Wangjiang City in the future.

Therefore, he put on a particularly impressive performance. The moment he appeared, it was a grand spectacle, with almost every able-bodied member of the clan assembled.

...His eagerness was met with only silence.

The person wearing the mountain ghost mask did not speak.

Lin Zhengren also did not speak.

This silence is terrifying.

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Lin Zhengli only then noticed the look on his older brother's face. This wasn't a standoff! He was clearly intimidated!

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Lin Zhengli's arrogant and domineering eyes just moments ago had now dimmed.

"Brother, you deal with this first. I'll be outside waiting for your instructions!"

Lin Zhengli casually made a polite remark and then decisively retreated outward.

It was at this moment that Jiang Wang spoke up.

“I don’t like him.” he said to Lin Zhengren.

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Lin Zhengren opened his mouth: "My younger brother is too young, his temperament is inevitable..."

Jiang Wang didn't say a second word, only using cold eyes to stop his excuses.

Lin Zhengren's eyes hardened, and he turned to walk towards Lin Zhengli.

Anger Shame Pain

All of these emotions exist.

But he was by nature forbearng.

Before he had absolute certainty, he would certainly not risk his life.

Besides, he has no chance at all now. They are not even on the same level!

Seeing Lin Zhengren grit his teeth and walk this way, Lin Zhengli immediately panicked.

"Brother, brother, how, how come..."

He backed away while frantically shouting, "Attack! Attack! One man, one knife! We'll surround and kill these cowardly rats!"

“Nobody move!” Lin Zhengren shouted, gritting his teeth: “Don’t give me a death wish!”

All the members of the Lin clan looked at each other, but in the end, the so-called future clan leader was not as authoritative as Lin Zhengren. No one stepped forward.

Because everyone knows, the position of future clan leader was just something Lin Zhengren didn't care about and casually gave away.

“Brother!” Lin Zhengli’s voice even had a hint of crying: “I am your own younger brother!”

Lin Zhengren made no response, only continuing to walk towards him.

Lin Zhengli was in a hurry to seek medical attention, and he looked flustered at Jiang Wang, bowing repeatedly: "Senior, I offended you. I offended you! Please forgive me, please forgive me."

Even Lian Lin Zhengren was forced to resort to suicide, the entire Lin family had absolutely no room to fight back against such an opponent.

Lin Zhengli was always quick-witted. As he shouted, he suddenly knelt down with a thud: "Senior, you can make any demands! Anything at all! I'm willing to pay the price for my unintentional offense! Please give me a chance!"

He started banging his head repeatedly.

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Lin Zhengren glanced back at Jiang Wang. The Shan Gui mask concealed all of his expressions, but the whole person stood there, still and silent.

This clearly shows... he wasn't moved.

Lin Zhengren turned around and reached out to shake out a emerald green whip. The treasure passed down through the Lin family for generations, Bi Mang!

Now we're about to get started.

At this moment, Jiang Wang's voice rang out.

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