Chapter 120: Late Stage of Golden Core Formation

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Beneath the vast sky, a plaza had been built halfway up the Cloudbreak Mountains. Over the past twenty-five years, the entire mountain range had flourished more and more.

The Cloudbreak Mountains had changed beyond recognition. The palaces that had once stood few and far between were now packed closely together.

Every palace in the Cloudbreak Mountains had been built against sheer cliffs and precipices. From time to time, young men and women could be seen drifting through the air.

The entire mountain range now belonged to nearly a thousand disciples under Lin Yang. Most importantly, as the merchant association grew stronger, many independent cultivators had sent their more talented children there.

Quite a few gifted disciples had also been gathered from the Chaotic Heart Sea.

Lin Yang accepted anyone who possessed sufficient talent and a sound temperament. After more than twenty years of cultivation, more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators had emerged.

These Foundation Establishment cultivators were usually responsible for running the merchant association and rarely remained within the sect. All the disciples were managed by Lin Hu.

They merely carried the name of Yellow Maple Valley, but every disciple obeyed only Lin Yang's orders. They were, in essence, Lin Yang's personal forces.

Trees had been planted all around the plaza. Reaching heights of more than a hundred meters, they cast the entire area into deep shade. All of them had been transplanted from elsewhere, a process that had taken considerable time.

At that moment, the plaza was filled with noise and excitement.

A young man stood in the middle of the plaza, practicing one move after another with rigid precision. Every step he took caused the air to explode, and even his bare fists and feet unleashed tremendous force.

When he finished the final move, he punched the cliff before him. A thunderous boom rang out, and an enormous crater three meters wide was blasted into the rock.

The young man's name was Qin Lan. He was a talented disciple discovered by Lin Hu and brought to the Cloudbreak Mountains for cultivation.

“Senior Brother Qin is amazing!”

“Senior Brother Qin is unbelievably strong!”

More than a dozen disciples watching from the outskirts applauded and cheered. Qin Lan was basking in the glory, but one disciple among them was visibly displeased.

“I could do that too. What's so impressive about it?”

“Cut the sour grapes, Jian Shang. You couldn't do it even in your dreams.”

“If you can really do it, I'll walk on my hands for the next few days.”

Qin Lan immediately shot back at him. This was a technique the elder had taught them only a few days earlier.

He had gone without rest for several days and nights purely to show off today. He did not believe Jian Shang could reproduce it.

“That's right. Get up there and give it a try!”

The others below joined in the taunting. With no way out, Jian Shang could only drag his feet toward the platform.

Just then, a golden pillar of light suddenly erupted from the palace at the highest point in the very center of the Cloudbreak Mountains.

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A powerful pressure swept across the entire mountain range, forcing every disciple to collapse onto the ground, unable to move.

The golden pillar shot straight through the palace above it and pierced the clouds, radiating immense power and pressure. At its center stood a figure emanating overwhelming strength.

That man was Lin Yang, who had just broken through to the late Core Formation stage. After settling all the affairs of the merchant association, he had begun a prolonged period of secluded cultivation.

His wife handled most of the daily chores for him. More importantly, after Shui Miao'er discovered that Lin Yang already had a Dao companion, she returned home heartbroken and wept bitterly. In the end, urged on by her ancestor, she came back and boldly confessed her feelings to Lin Yang.

Thus, twenty years earlier, Lin Yang and Shui Miao'er had become Dao companions. Unfortunately, both of them possessed extremely powerful cultivation, and even after years of intimate efforts, there had been no result.

This made Shui Miao'er deeply envious of Wang Ling'er and Yun Ting, though there was nothing she could do about it.

By now, his wives managed all the affairs of the merchant association. The women had grown so close that they seemed to have formed their own little circle—and at times, they even treated Lin Yang as though he were an outsider.

“Whew. Not bad. I've finally reached the late Core Formation stage.”

Lin Yang wantonly released his pressure in the air. Feeling the abundant spiritual energy coursing through his body, he was filled with a profound sense of accomplishment.

“I’m already sixty.”

“I’m a man past fifty now. This life truly feels like a dream.”

Memories of this life continually surfaced before Lin Yang's eyes, while the memories of his previous life still felt as though they had happened only yesterday.

He withdrew his pressure and descended to the ground. Several of his wives and children, having hurried over upon hearing the news, approached him to offer their congratulations.

“Congratulations, Father!”

“Congratulations, husband, on your great increase in cultivation!”

As Lin Yang watched his closest loved ones gather around him, he finally felt that he truly belonged in this world.

“Congratulations to all of us.”

“You children, go find something else to do.”

With an expression of disdain, Lin Yang chased the children away.

“My dear wives, your husband has been in seclusion for five whole years.”

“My mouth has practically gone flavorless. Come, let me have a taste.”

With a lecherous grin, Lin Yang led his wives back to his room, where they spent the night in passionate intimacy.

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News of Lin Yang's emergence from seclusion soon spread. Around the same time, a message arrived from outside the sect concerning Senior Sister Red Dress.

“What? Senior Sister has been missing for four or five years already?”

After rising from bed and hearing Wang Ling'er's words, Lin Yang was deeply shocked. He silently thought to himself:

“So Dong Yan'er is about to be born. What a pity—I never thought of this.”

Only then did Lin Yang remember that Senior Sister would be captured by the Old Devil Yun Lu. He had been entirely occupied with his own affairs all these years and had not thought of it at all.

Unfortunately, this was probably fate. Everything seemed to be changing according to an established order.

Even after Lin Yang founded such a vast merchant association, he had still failed to affect the overall balance of the Yue Kingdom. It was as though an invisible hand was constantly correcting everything.

This time, for instance, Senior Sister had been captured precisely while he was in prolonged seclusion, as if every event had deliberately passed him by.

The sensation was almost as though someone were watching Lin Yang, warning him at every moment not to meddle in matters beyond his concern.

With that thought, Lin Yang left the Cloudbreak Mountains and headed for the mortal world.

“Jian Shang, are you going to practice your boxing or not?” Qin Lan called out mockingly as he watched Jian Shang sneak away.

“Do you know that the pressure from that Immortal cultivator today drained all my strength? We’ll talk about it in a month.”

After saying this, Jian Shang hurried back to his room and let out a long sigh of relief. At last, he would not have to embarrass himself.

After leaving, Lin Yang first returned to Jiayuan City to look for the man surnamed Mo, Mo Juren. With his cultivation, he soon arrived above the city.

He descended directly from the sky and entered the Lin family estate.

By then, the Lin family residence had grown larger and larger, occupying nearly one-twentieth of the entire city.

After Lin Youcai developed the family, he issued an unusual decree: every member of the Lin clan was required to have at least three children.

This was one of the reasons the Lin family continued to expand. Yet even with such a huge population, they had found only ten people possessing spiritual roots, most of them false spiritual roots.

The best among them had only three spiritual roots. Even so, Lin Youcai remained enthusiastically committed to the task.

Despite being over ninety years old, he still personally took part. If Lin Yang had not occasionally helped regulate his body, Lin Youcai would probably have died long ago.