Chapter 41: People from the Longdu Main Family Are Coming Too?
The next day, the Lin Clan meeting was held on time.
After all, this Clan Tournament concerned the selection of the Young Clan Head, and it would be broadcast live throughout the entire process with a huge impact, so a meeting naturally had to be held.
"Twenty-four years old, why can't that be considered young?"
At the Clan meeting, an elder slapped a yellowed paper copy of the Clan rules onto the table.
No one had flipped through this thing for over a hundred years.
The paper was practically caked with grime.
But the words on it could still be seen clearly.
[Lin Clan Tournament Participation Rules!]
[Under twenty-five years of age!]
[Formally entered into the Lin Clan genealogy before the age of sixteen!]
[Those who meet the above conditions may all participate in the selection of the Young Clan Head!]
[Those exceeding the Martial Artist Realm must suppress their cultivation to the Martial Artist Realm to participate!]
Inside the conference room.
Gu Shanhe was the first to stand up.
"This Clan Tournament was originally supposed to be participated in only by Lin Chuan and Lin He.
As a result, now you suddenly dig up old rules from a hundred years ago, what does this mean?"
The elder who proposed the rule was called Lin Rongchang.
He managed three medicinal herb companies of the Lin Clan and had always opposed Lin Chuan succeeding as the Young Clan Head.
"What do you mean by suddenly digging it up?"
Lin Rongchang adjusted his glasses.
"This rule has never been abolished. Just because no one used it before doesn't mean it can't be used now."
Another elder also chimed in.
"The Young Clan Head concerns the future of the Lin Clan, so of course he must be selected from all suitable young people. Leaving it to just two newly awakened students to fight over it is simply too rash."
Lin Chuan sat next to Gu Shanhe, lowered his head, and glanced at the rules.
"Anyone under twenty-five counts as a young person?"
"The rules are written just like that."
"Then I'm seventeen, and I have to fight a twenty-four-year-old. I haven't even taken the college entrance examination yet, and he graduated from university three years ago?"
Lin Rongchang fell silent for a moment.
"There is an age gap, which is why it's required for Martial Artists exceeding the Realm to suppress their cultivation."
Gu Shanhe directly pulled up the instructions for the suppression equipment of the Martial Arts Association.
"The qi-locking ring can only limit the total amount of True Qi and burst strength, but it cannot suppress the physical body, combat experience, Martial Technique Realm, or the degree of talent development."
"A twenty-four-year-old Martial Master, even if his True Qiis suppressed to the ninth stage of the Nine Heavens, has still undergone years of tempering in his body.
You compare him with a seventeen-year-old student, what kind of fairness are you talking about?
Furthermore, neither Lin Chuan nor Lin He has reached the ninth stage of the Nine Heavens."
Lin Rongchang had long prepared his answer.
"In the world of Martial Artists, there is inherently no absolute fairness."
"Lin Chuan can kill a Late Stage Tier 3 Magical Beastacross Realms; could he be afraid of a few clansmen with suppressed Realms?"
The words were spoken very nicely.
But Gu Shanhe was not stupid.
What these elders wanted was precisely unfairness.
They did not want Lin Chuan to smoothly take the position of Young Clan Head.
Lin Nan sat in the main seat and did not stop them at first.
Having a few more adult Martial Artists join could indeed consume Lin Chuan's trump cards.
Lin He had just broken through to the third stage of Martial Artist and was also the personal disciple of the Thunder King.
As long as the draw wasn't too unlucky, he might not be unable to reap the profits without expending effort.
But when Lin Rongchang turned to the next page of the Clan rules, Lin Nan's expression changed instantly.
[Anyone whose name is left in the Lin Clan's master genealogy is not restricted by the Main Family, collateral branches, or sub-branches!]
"Wait a minute."
Lin Nan pressed his hand against the tabletop.
"If members of the Main Family and other branches can also participate, doesn't that mean even people from the Longdu Main Family are qualified?"
"Of course."
Lin Rongchang answered very naturally.
"The Haicheng Lin Family is originally a branch of the Lin Clan.
The willingness of the young people from the Main Familyto participate shows their regard for us."
"This is choosing the Young Clan Head for the Haichengbranch!"
Lin Nan raised his voice.
"If people from Longdu take the position, who will the Haicheng Lin Family listen to in the future?"
"Whoever wins, we listen to whoever it is."
Lin Rongchang returned his words right back to him.
"The Young Clan Head concerns the future of the Lin Clan, so of course he must be selected from all suitable young people."
Lin Nan was choked up and speechless.
Only then did he react.
These elders opposing Lin Chuan did not mean they supported Lin He.
Some were supporting collateral descendants.
Some had long contacted the Longdu Main Family.
They all wanted to take advantage of this Clan Tournament to send their own people up.
Originally, it was just two sons fighting for the position.
Now that it had blown up to this point, the Young ClanHead might fall directly into the hands of outsiders.
Lin Nan picked up his phone and sent a message to Lin Chuan under the table.
[Don't agree.]
[The adult collateral members were all found by the elders, and the Longdu Main Family even less will help you and Xiao He. As long as you refuse to sign, I can suppress it using procedural issues.]
After reading the message, Lin Chuan raised his head and looked at Lawyer Wang, who was responsible for supervising the Clan Tournament.
"To restore this rule, do we need our consent?"
"It is needed."
Lawyer Wang pulled up the already published Clan Tournament announcement.
"The original announcement only had two candidates. Reopening registration now will affect your participation rights and interests."
"After the Clan meeting votes to pass it, it still requires Lin Chuan's signature for confirmation."
Because under normal circumstances, Lin Chuan should have been the Young Clan Head, but Lin Nan meddled in the middle and finally ended up creating a martial arts competition.
Originally, Lin Nan was trying to prop Lin He up to the top position.
As a result, now there were even more competitors, and even people from the Main Family might come over, so the problem would be huge.
Lin Nan forcefully suppressed his anger and looked at Lin Chuan.
"The old rules haven't been used for many years, and indeed there are many problems. Your Cultivation time has been short, so you should consider it carefully."
Lin Rongchang spoke up immediately.
"Lin Chuan, if you disagree, that's fine too."
"However, if you don't even dare to face clansmen with suppressed Realms, sitting in the position of Young ClanHead will probably make it hard to convince the masses."
Gu Shanhe's expression sank.
"You don't need to use words to provoke him."
"Grandpa Gu, it's fine."
Lin Chuan picked up the electronic pen.
Lin Nan frowned immediately.
"Think it through first!"
"I've thought it through."
Lin Chuan did not rush to sign.
He first added three supplementary rules below the confirmation form.
First, the age, genealogy registration time, and true Realmof all participants must be made public.
Second, participants exceeding their Realm must wear a qi-locking ring provided by the Provincial Martial Arts Association, which cannot be removed during the competition.
Third, after the registration deadline, the roster will be completely locked, and no one may be temporarily replaced.
Lawyer Wang finished checking the terms.
"All three requirements comply with the Clan rules and can be added to the official announcement."
Only then did Lin Chuan sign his name.
[Confirmation of the original candidates completed!]
[Lin Clan Tournament registration channel: Reopened!]
A trace of joy flashed across the depths of Lin Rongchang's eyes.
The people they contacted had long been waiting for this moment.
Gu Shanhe lowered his voice instead.
"Your public Realm is still the third stage of Martial Artist. Those adult collateral members have cultivated for five or six years, and quite a few possess the Martial MasterRealm. Even the Main Family might send out even more formidable experts!"
"I know."
Lin Chuan looked at the steadily increasing registration numbers.
"It's good as long as there is experience."
"If they just find a bunch of people who haven't cultivated much, what gains could I possibly get after fighting them?"
Gu Shanhe did not understand the second half of the sentence.
However, the registration System had already begun to refresh frantically.
[Current number of registrants: Eight people!]
Ten minutes later.
[Current number of registrants: Seventeen people!]
One hour later.
[Current number of registrants: Twenty-six people!]
These people came from different branch lineages.
The youngest was eighteen, and the oldest was twenty-four.
Over half of them had a true Realm that had already reached above the sixth stage of Martial Artist.
There were also seven Martial Masters who needed to wear a qi-locking ring to participate.
Lin Nan looked at the roster, and his expression grew increasingly ugly.
Lin Rongchang and the others were constantly sending messages, urging the last few candidates to submit their information.
Ten minutes before the registration deadline.
The number finally stopped at thirty-two.
[Clan Tournament participants: Thirty-two people!]
[Adult participants: Twenty-four people!]
[Maximum age: Twenty-four years old!]
The last piece of information came from Longdu.
[Name: Lin Xuance!]
[Age: Twenty-four years old!]
[Affiliation: Longdu Lin Clan Main Family!]
[True Realm: Second Stage Grandmaster!]
Lin Nan stared at the last line and abruptly stood up.
"A Grandmaster can participate too?"
Before Lawyer Wang could answer, the phone call from the ancestral residence's housekeeper had already come in.
"Clan Head, the car from the Longdu Main Family has arrived."
"Lin Xuance specifically asked to see Lin Chuan."
"He said he wants to talk about the Mystic Gold mine first."
Chapter 42: The Longdu Main Family Has Quite an Appetite
"Let him in."
Lin Chuan sat back down at the conference table.
A few minutes later, the conference room door was pushed open from the outside.
A young man wearing a dark gold suit walked in.
He was tall, with his short silver hair combed back, looking very domineering.
Behind him were two Grandmaster guards, as well as a middle-aged lawyer responsible for handling contracts.
Lin Rongchang and several other Clan Elders immediately stood up.
"Young Master Xuance."
The young man merely nodded.
His gaze swept past Lin Nan in the main seat and finally landed on Lin Chuan.
"You are Lin Chuan?"
"You are the one here to discuss the mine?"
Lin Xuance's footsteps paused for a moment.
When members of other branches saw people from the Longdu Main Family, they would usually greet them first and proactively introduce their seniority.
Lin Chuan, on the other hand,
couldn't even be bothered to ask what his name was.
Lin Rongchang took the initiative to introduce,
"Xiaochuan, this is Young Master Lin Xuance of the Longdu Main Family. At twenty-four years old, he has already reached the second-layer Grandmaster Realm. He is a Dragon and Phoenix among men, a Dragon and Phoenix among dragons and phoenixes."
The System responsible for the Clan tournament registration also simultaneously completed identity verification.
[Contestant: Lin Xuance!]
[Grade-A Combat Talent: Xuanjin Battle Bone!]
[True Realm: Second-Layer Grandmaster!]
[Lin Clan of Longdu Youth Sequence: Sixteenth Place!]
Quite a few people in the conference room secretly gasped.
A twenty-four-year-old Grandmaster.
Placed in Haicheng's younger generation, no one could be found to compare with him.
Yet in the Longdu Lin Clan, he actually only ranked sixteenth.
This was the gap between the Main Family and the branch families.
Across the country, there were no knowing how many Lin Clan branches there were.
For ordinary branch descendants to be able to enter the Longdu Main Family to work was already considered bringing honor to their ancestors.
Lin Rongchang specially invited him over also to suppress Lin Chuan using the identity of the Main Family.
"Sit."
Lin Chuan pointed at the chair opposite him.
"Let's discuss it directly. Once we're done talking, I still have to go back and cultivation."
Lin Xuance did not sit.
The lawyer behind him stepped forward and projected a contract onto the conference screen.
[Qingsong Ridge Mystic Gold Mine Strategic Cooperation Agreement!]
[Lin Chuan transfers future revenue rights of the Mystic Gold mine: Thirty percent!]
[Provided by the Longdu Main Family: Main Familyidentity recognition!]
[Assist the Haicheng Lin Family in entering the provincial powerhouse sequence!]
[Open Longdu tier-3 resource procurement channels!]
[Provide two Grandmaster retainers to hold down the fort in Haicheng for three years!]
Seeing the conditions, several Clan Elders of the Lin Clanfound their breathing becoming much heavier.
Although the Haicheng Lin Family claimed to be one of the four major chambers of commerce, they could only have a say within the scope of Haicheng.
Once they obtained the support of the Longdu Main Family, their business could directly enter the provincial capital.
Resource channels, Martial Artist recruitment, and Claninfluence could all be raised to another level.
Lin Nan was likewise somewhat tempted.
Qingsong Ridge now belonged to Lin Chuan.
But what would be elevated was the status of the entire Haicheng Lin Family.
If Lin Chuan was willing to fork over thirty percent, he, the head of the Clan, could also benefit from it.
Lin Xuance said, "As long as you sign, the Main Family can directly acknowledge your identity as the Young Patriarch."
"The subsequent Clan tournament only needs to go through the normal process."
He pushed the contract in front of Lin Chuan.
"After you graduate from university, I can also bring you into the Longdu Main Family."
"You are the Poison King's disciple, and your talent is also passable. Work in the External Affairs Hall for a few years first, accumulate enough merit, and in the future, you'll have the opportunity to become a Main Family deacon."
Speaking to this point, Lin Xuance's tone remained calm.
In his view, this was already a condition Lin Chuan could not refuse.
How could the Young Patriarch of a Haicheng branch be more important than entering the Longdu Main Family?
Lin Chuan finished flipping through the contract and looked up to ask,
"Did you bring the 2.4 billion?"
Lin Xuance slightly frowned.
"What 2.4 billion?"
"The Mystic Gold mine is conservatively valued at 8 billion."
Lin Chuan opened the calculator.
"You want thirty percent, which is 2.4 billion."
"Cash or transfer? If transfer, I'll give you my account right now."
The lawyer behind Lin Xuance immediately spoke up.
"Mr. Lin, mine valuation is not equal to actual profit. The mining cycle lasts for more than a decade, and there are price fluctuations and operational risks in the middle; it cannot be directly calculated based on the valuation."
"With the risk being so big, then you guys shouldn't want it!"
Lin Chuan put the calculator back on the table.
"Such dangerous things, I can just bear them myself; no need to trouble the Main Family."
The lawyer instantly lost his voice.
Lin Xuance looked at Lin Chuan.
"The Main Family's acknowledgment inherently has value."
"Within the borders of Daxia, there are no less than several hundred branches wanting to obtain the recognition of the Longdu Lin Clan. What you get is not just a sentence, but a higher level of resources, connections, and status."
"Lin Chuan, you indeed have Senior Pei supporting you right now."
"However, the favor of a Martial King cannot protect the entire Clan forever."
Hearing this, Lin Nan also couldn't help advising,
"Xiaochuan, although thirty percent is quite a lot, the things given by the Main Family are hard to buy even with money."
"The Haicheng Lin Family entering the provincial powerhouse families is likewise beneficial to you."
Lin Chuan glanced at him.
"President Lin, can you stop running your mouth."
"You are asking me to take my mine in exchange for your higher powerhouse Clan head status—do you think that's possible?"
Lin Nan's expression stiffened.
"I am considering it for the sake of the entire Clan!"
"Then take your own things!"
Lin Nan stopped talking on the spot.
Lin Chuan looked at Lin Xuance again.
"The Main Family's face is worth this much?"
"Go back and find those Clan Elders, have them cut off two jin of facial skin and flesh for me, and I'll buy it at ten million per jin."
Lin Xuance's gaze completely turned cold.
"What did you say?"
Lin Chuan pushed the contract back.
"Your faces are thick enough, gathering two jin shouldn't be hard."
Bang!
Lin Xuance pressed a palm onto the conference table.
Dark gold bone patterns rapidly lit up along his arm.
The alloy tabletop indented downwards, and fine cracks appeared around his five fingers.
Grade-A Xuanjin Battle Bone!
Even without releasing Grandmaster True Qi, relying solely on physical body strength, he still caused the second-tier alloy to deform.
The two Main Family guards simultaneously took half a step forward.
Gu Shanhe also immediately stood by Lin Chuan's side.
Lin Chuan, however, did not move.
"What, didn't bring the 2.4 billion, and want to rob it using force?"
The anger in Lin Xuance's eyes grew heavier and heavier.
He could smash the table in front of him to pieces with a single palm strike.
But he could not let that palm strike fall on Lin Chuan.
Before coming to Haicheng, the Main Family Elders had already reminded him.
Pei Wubing had personally greeted the Longdu Lin Clan.
However the Clan tournament was fought, it should be done according to the rules.
Whoever dared to touch his disciple outside of the competition, the Poison King would personally pay a visit to reason with them.
Logically speaking, the Lin Clan of Longdu was a major great Clan, possessing more than one Martial King.
Normally, a single Martial King could not threaten the Longdu Lin Clan.
However, if this Martial King was the Poison King, then it would be different.
Who the hell would dare provoke this kind of monster!
To put it bluntly, provoking a Poison King meant not even daring to drink water or touch anything at home in the future.
When Pei Wubing reasoned with people, it was best to give him enough face.
Moreover, Pei Wubing was only 46 this year and was already a seventh-heaven Martial King. He had the possibility of achieving the Emperor rank. Although this possibility wasn't high, who could say for sure?
If he truly became an Emperor, by that time, he would be the Poison Emperor Pei Wubing!
A few seconds later.
The dark gold bone patterns on Lin Xuance's arms receded.
"Very good."
He withdrew his right hand.
"Since you are unwilling to accept the Main Family's goodwill, then we will meet at the Clan tournament."
"I will suppress myself to the ninth-layer Martial ArtistRealm and defeat you with my own hands."
"Once I become the Young Patriarch of the Haicheng Lin Family, you will naturally understand that an individual can never fight against the entire Clan."
"Especially a great Clan that can stand tall and unfallen in Longdu!"
Hearing this sentence, Lin Rongchang and the others' expressions suddenly relaxed quite a bit.
With Lin Xuance personally participating in the competition, it would already be very difficult for Lin Chuanto win.
But Lawyer Wang glanced at the contract and suddenly spoke up.
"Mr. Lin Xuance, I need to remind you of one thing."
"The Qingsongling Forest Farm, the Mystic Gold mining rights, and the Youlin toxic sand exploration and mining rights all belong to Lin Chuan's independent personal assets, which are protected by law."
"Even if you win the Clan tournament and become the Young Patriarch of the Haicheng Lin Family, you have no right to dispose of, mortgage, or manage Qingsong Ridge."
The conference room grew quiet once again.
Lin Xuance turned his head to look at Lawyer Wang.
"The Young Patriarch does not have the power to manage Clan assets?"
"He does."
Lawyer Wang answered very clearly.
"But Qingsong Ridge is not a Clan asset."
"Unless Lin Chuan himself voluntarily signs, even if you become the Clan head, you can't touch a single penny of the mine."
Lin Xuance fell silent.
He looked at Lin Rongchang, who had invited him over.
Lin Rongchang lowered his head and suddenly developed a strong interest in that century-old Clan rulebook.
The biggest bait for inviting the Main Family Genius over was Qingsong Ridge.
As a result, after bustling about for half a day, even if he won, he would only get the position of a Young Patriarch without any mines.
Lin Chuan leaned back against the back of his chair.
"Since you've already come, the competition still has to be participated in."
"Otherwise, how wasteful the travel fare would be!"
Lin Xuance picked up the electronic pen and signed his name on the tournament confirmation form.
"Lin Chuan, when I smash your Poison Crystal Claw in the ring, I hope you can still laugh."
He led the Main Family crowd out of the conference room.
Chapter 43 Clues of Tianyi Cult (3rd Update!)
Lin Xuance had just walked out of the conference room.
A System prompt immediately popped up before Lin Chuan's eyes.
[Valid Hatred Target detected: Lin Xuance!]
[Binding successful!]
Lin Chuan glanced at the doorway.
Pretty good.
A twenty-four-year-old Grandmaster.
Even if his Realm was suppressed to the Ninth Layer of Martial Artist, his physical body, Martial Techniques, and the degree of talent development would not disappear.
An employee like this could rank sixteenth even in the Longdu Main Family.
His professional capability definitely wouldn't be bad.
Lawyer Wang quickly started the drawing lots program.
The avatars of the thirty-two contestants appeared on the conference screen simultaneously.
"This drawing of lots will be public throughout the entire process."
"There are sixteen people each in the upper and lower brackets."
"In the first round, the winner advances, and the loser is eliminated."
"Contestants in the same bracket will only meet after entering the bracket finals."
As the drawing of lots began.
Thirty-two names scrolled at high speed.
Lin Chuan was assigned to the upper bracket.
Lin He entered the lower bracket.
If the two wanted to meet, they would at least have to fight their way into the final showdown.
Seeing the result, Lin Nan breathed a slight sigh of relief.
As long as Lin Chuan and Lin He didn't meet prematurely, Lin He would have time to observe his methods.
At the same time, in Lin Chuan's mind.
[Valid Hatred Target detected: Lin Yue!]
[Valid Hatred Target detected: Lin Gang!]
[Valid Hatred Target detected: Lin Chengye!]
[Valid Hatred Target detected: Lin Sanshan!]
System prompts came one after another.
Lin Chuan's list of enemies began to admit people in batches on the spot.
Several adult collateral members assigned to the upper bracket, after seeing his name, obviously regarded him as an opponent they had to surpass.
Some wanted to win the Young Clan Head position for the clan elders who supported them.
Some wanted to make a name for themselves by stepping on the Poison King's disciple.
The System accepted all of them unconditionally.
Before the drawing of lots was even over, the newly added enemies had already exceeded twenty people.
Lin Chuan also gradually figured out the System's inclusion rules.
Simply hating him might not necessarily be useful.
Previously, that clan elder from the Song Clan wished Lin Chuan would drop dead on the spot.
But that old man was in charge of the Clan business, could not cultivation, and lacked the ability to take action personally, so he was never included by the System.
Lin Rongchang likewise targeted Lin Chuan everywhere.
Yet he himself did not go up to the arena.
The System couldn't even be bothered to look at him.
Those who could truly be bound were those with growth capabilities who were prepared to personally defeat or even kill Lin Chuan.
"I see."
Lin Chuan rubbed his chin.
"Hatred alone isn't enough; they also have to want to defeat me or even wipe me out to be listed in the employee scope."
In the future, if he wanted to expand his list of enemies, the simplest method was to participate in more competitions.
Arena matches, martial arts leagues, provincial martial arts examinations.
As long as he stood there, there would naturally be a group of people studying how to defeat him.
The opponents spent money.
The opponents Cultivated.
The opponents bore the side effects of potions.
And the final harvest belonged to him.
This was truly comfortable.
The drawing results were quickly locked in.
[Upper Bracket Number One: Lin Chuan!]
[Upper Bracket Number Two: Lin Sanshan!]
[First Round Match: Lin Chuan versus Lin Sanshan!]
Lin Sanshan was twenty-three years old this year.
Eighth Layer of Martial Artist.
He possessed a B-rank defense talent, the Skin-Rock Battle Body.
After activating his talent, a layer of rocky armor would form on his skin, simultaneously increasing his strength and strike-resistance capabilities.
Seeing the drawing results, Lin Sanshan immediately sought out Lin Rongchang, who supported him.
"Clan Elder Rongchang, I need that monster core."
Lin Rongchang frowned slightly.
"Forcibly fusing a Tier 3 monster core has a failure rate close to twenty percent."
"Even if you succeed, it might affect your future talent development."
Lin Sanshan looked towards Lin Chuan not far away.
"A poison-type Martial Artist's strength lies in poison."
"As long as I can withstand his poison, I can suppress him head-on with my Realm and physical body."
Lin Rongchang thought for a moment, yet still took out a silver refrigerated box.
The box lid opened.
A grayish-white monster core was soaking in nutrient solution.
[Tier 3 Anti-Poison Monster Core: Black-Scaled Rot Lizard!]
[Estimated Fusion success rate: eighty-one percent!]
[Estimated toxin resistance boost: sixty-five percent!]
[Market valuation: thirty-two million yuan!]
Lin Sanshan signed the Fusion risk waiver on the spot.
A silver needle pierced into his arm, and the anti-poison factors in the monster core began to inject into his body.
Lin Chuan looked over from a dozen meters away.
The System also refreshed simultaneously.
[Enemy Lin Sanshan is fusing with a Tier 3 Anti-Poison Monster Core!]
[Fusion progress: three percent!]
[The target is undergoing targeted enhancement!]
Lin Chuan's mood instantly improved.
Before the fight even started, someone had already begun paying to upgrade with a monster core.
This was simply a fantastic thing.
The drawing results for the lower bracket were also announced accordingly.
[Lower Bracket Number Nineteen: Lin He!]
[Lower Bracket Number Twenty: Lin Haiyue!]
Lin Haiyue was twenty-two years old.
Ninth Layer of Martial Artist.
B-rank Heavy Armor Talent.
He had Cultivated in the border defense reserve team for two years and had truly participated in battles on the periphery of the Earth Abyss.
Speaking of Realm and experience, he was far superior to Lin He.
Seeing the data, Lin Nan's expression immediately sank.
"How did Xiaohe run into the Ninth Layer of Martial Artistright in the first round?"
"Can we redraw lots?"
Lawyer Wang glanced at him.
"Clan Head Lin, the entire drawing process is recorded on video."
"If you feel there is a problem, you can apply for a review by the Martial Arts Association. You cannot redraw just because the opponent's Realm is high."
Lin Haiyue similarly looked at Lin He.
"Xiaohe, I am five years older than you."
"Once we get on the arena, I won't deliberately go easy on you."
Lin He's expression was calm.
"Clan Brother, feel free to attack."
"A high Realm does not mean one will definitely win."
Thunder King Yue Jinglei stood in the distance, never reminding him how to fight.
Yet Lin He was still full of confidence.
He had just practiced Sky Thunder Steps and Meteor Thunder Finger to Minor Achievement.
The Six-Color Ancient Thunder had also completed its first-stage Fusion.
A Ninth Layer Martial Artist was just right to verify his results.
After the drawing of lots completely ended.
Lin Chuan's System panel finally stopped refreshing.
[Contestants of this Clan Competition: Thirty-two people!]
[Those with clear hostile intentions: Twenty-six people!]
[Newly added valid enemies: Twenty-five people!]
Thirty-two people.
Twenty-six came aiming at him.
The other five just wanted to fight for a ranking or gain experience on stage.
The System did not forcibly include them.
Looking at that long string of names, Lin Chuan was extremely satisfied.
One from the Longdu Main Family.
Over twenty from the Haicheng collateral branch.
This Clan Competition also replenished his vacant human resources all over again.
That evening.
The temporary clan group chat of the thirty-two people also became lively.
Lin Sanshan entered the anti-poison chamber to continue fusing with the Black-Scaled Rot Lizard monster core.
Lin Yue rented Haicheng's highest-spec four-fold gravity training room specifically to improve short-distance explosive power.
Lin Gang had someone make a set of six-armed simulated combat puppets.
Four mechanical arms were responsible for blocking, while his own two fists were responsible for attacking.
He was preparing to find the blind spots of multi-armed attacks within seven days.
Lin Chengye was even more direct.
He used a Tier 3 alloy spear to conduct eight thousand thrusting training sessions every day.
There was only one goal.
Before the Poison Crystal Claw got close, he would pin Lin Chuan outside the arena first.
Seeing the training records they sent out, Lin Chuan also sent a message.
"There are only seven days left until the Clan Competition."
"During this time, I'm going to crazily spend on potions."
"Come on, whoever chickens out is a grandson!"
The chat group fell silent for a few seconds.
Lin Sanshan replied first.
"I hope in the first round, you won't only know how to hide behind the poisonous mist."
Lin Yue closely followed by sending a renewal receipt for the gravity training room.
"I added another six hours."
Lin Gang also turned up the training difficulty of the six-armed combat puppet by one notch.
Even Lin He in the lower bracket, after seeing that message, had the training ground extend the usage time of the lightning-type Cultivation room.
Lin Chuan put down his phone, cradling his belly like a chubby dragon, and burst out laughing.
"Hahaha!"
A single sentence stimulated everyone to work overtime with great drive.
"This damned competitive spirit of humans."
Eleven at night.
Lin Chuan began checking the Cultivation records in the System.
Anti-poison Fusion.
Gravity training.
Weapon proficiency.
External training cultivation techniques.
Over twenty enemies were all striving to improve themselves.
Until an unfamiliar name appeared at the very bottom.
[Enemy: Lin Qi!]
Lin Chuan pulled up the contestant information.
Lin Qi, twenty-two years old.
A member of the Lin Clan collateral branch.
The young man in the photo had a pale complexion, a thin figure, and eye sockets deeper than ordinary people.
He did not accept any support from clan elders.
Registration, medical examinations, and identity verification were all completed by himself.
His genealogy record had no problems.
Three months after birth, Lin Qi had already been entered into the Lin Clan's main genealogy.
Yet his Cultivation archives had suddenly been interrupted three years ago.
There were no university records.
No Martial Arts Association missions.
No training ground expenditures.
For three full years, it was as if he had disappeared from Daxia.
Lin Chuan found it a bit strange, and right at this moment.
A line of System prompts surfaced.
[Enemy Lin Qi is Cultivating a spiritual secret technique!]
[cultivation technique name: Tianyi Art!]
The smile on Lin Chuan's face vanished.
Tianyi Art!!!
He had heard this name in his previous life.
There was a group of traitors among the Human Race who willingly accepted the Earth Abyss's demon blood, transforming themselves into half-human, half-demon monsters.
They worshiped—
A demon god from beyond the dimensions.
Divine Lord Tianyi.
The organization established by that group of traitors was called the Tianyi Cult.
These people were complete human traitors. Not only in Daxia but also in other countries, whenever one was discovered, they would be arrested.
Looking at Lin Qi's pale ID photo, Lin Chuan closed the inquiry page.
He did not notify the Lin Clan.
Nor did he alert the enemy.
Three years of blank records did not mean Lin Qi had not been Cultivating.
It only meant his Cultivation could not be seen by others.
"The Tianyi Cult is even coming to participate in the Clan Competition. Heh, this is getting a bit interesting."
Chapter 44: Even Cult cultivation techniques Must Be Returned to Me! (4th Update!)
"The Tianyi Cult is also coming to participate in the clan tournament."
"Heh, this is getting interesting."
Lin Chuan was in no hurry to contact anyone.
The System's rewards hadn't been settled yet.
"Claim today's rewards."
[Enemy Lin Sanshan fused with a Tier 3 poison-resistant demon core!]
[This reward triggered a 186-fold return!]
A warm surge of power rushed into his flesh and blood.
A thin layer of protection also appeared on the surface of his skin.
Lin Chuan stretched his wrists.
Lin Sanshan spent 32 million yuan to fuse the demon core.
He managed to piggyback and get a layer of poison resistance for free.
This System is truly amazing!
The System prompts continued to refresh.
[Enemy Lin Yue completed 4x gravity training! 220x speed training returned!]
[Enemy Lin Gang completed the six-armed battle puppet training! 502x combat experience returned!]
[Enemy Lin Chengye completed 8,000 spear thrusts! 1100x spear mastery returned!]
Three rewards were returned simultaneously.
The twelve lightning-attribute collateral channels in Lin Chuan's legs grew slightly warm.
A massive amount of combat experience for the Four-Armed King Fist was also rapidly filled in.
Weapon trajectories of varying lengths began to automatically unfold in his mind.
Lin Chuan was deeply moved.
He had just recruited this group of people during the day.
And by evening, someone was already voluntarily handing in performance metrics.
At the very bottom of the System panel.
A line of dark red prompts lit up.
[Enemy Lin Qi completed one day of Cultivating the Tianyi Art!]
[This reward triggered a 390-fold return!]
[Dungeon demon blood detected as absent in the host's body; automatically stripping away demon blood pollution, faith brands, and mental alienation!]
[Retained rewards: Mental Strength and telekinetic control insights!]
Boom!
A cold wave of power rushed into the center of Lin Chuan's brows.
There was no demon blood infusion.
Nor were there any whispers from evil gods.
The System stripped away everything that could possibly cause pollution, leaving only the purest Mental StrengthCultivation results.
Lin Chuan's consciousness rapidly expanded outward.
The current in the in-wall wiring.
The friction of the leaves outside the window.
At the end of the corridor, the faint sound of a patrolling Martial Artist stepping across the floor.
Every sound became exceptionally clear.
Three seconds later.
The Mental Strength tester activated on its own.
A blue pointer rapidly moved to the right.
[Original Mental Strength: 4.2 quarters!]
[Current Mental Strength: 56 quarters!]
It had increased by a full 13 times!
Looking at the final number, Lin Chuan was also somewhat surprised.
The Mental Strength of ordinary Martial Artists basically stayed between 1 and 5 quarters.
Because Shen Qing had practiced a mental secret art back then, it had enhanced his mental power quite a bit, but it was still far from the level of a Spirit Reader!
In this world, Mental Strength was an ability no less powerful than martial might.
And reaching 100 quarters of Mental Strength was a true threshold.
Just like water only boils when heated to 100 degrees.
Only by crossing 100 quarters could Mental Strengthleave the body and interfere with physical objects in reality.
When reaching that step.
A Martial Artist would attain a new identity.
Spirit Reader!
Lin Chuan placed a pen on the desk and stared at it for a full ten seconds.
The black signature pen remained motionless.
"Give me some face."
Lin Chuan tried again.
It still didn't move.
Although 56 quarters far exceeded that of ordinary Martial Artists, it hadn't crossed that qualitative threshold.
To control objects from a distance, he was still 44 quarters short.
But this was only one night's return.
According to Lin Qi's current Cultivation progress, in a few days at most, he would officially become a Spirit Reader.
More importantly.
Judging from the Cultivation insights stripped away by the System, the level of the Tianyi Art was extremely high.
Most of Great Xia's existing mental Cultivation methods were primarily based on visualization, meditation, and mental pressure.
Yet the Tianyi Art could directly alter the structure of consciousness.
In a sense, it might be the strongest mental cultivation technique on Earth at the current stage.
The price was also very simple.
Before Cultivating, one must first accept the dungeon demon blood.
The faster the Mental Strength increased, the deeper the contamination suffered.
In the end, cultivators would gradually become appendages of the Tianyi Divine Lord.
When other people practiced this thing, they were practicing it with their lives; in the end, they wouldn't be able to control themselves.
Lin Chuan was different.
The pollution belonged to Lin Qi.
The rewards belonged to himself.
The middleman System even thoughtfully completed the disinfection for him.
Lin Chuan took out his phone and directly dialed Pei Wubing's encrypted number.
The call was connected quickly.
"What are you looking for me for in the middle of the night?"
"Shifu, I've discovered a Tianyi Cult member."
The other end of the phone instantly went quiet.
A few seconds later, Pei Wubing's voice came through again.
"Who?"
"That person is named Lin Qi, twenty-two years old, a collateral branch member of the Lin family. I discovered that he is Cultivating the Tianyi Art."
Pei Wubing's tone completely changed.
"How did you discover it?"
"My special methods."
"Can you be certain?"
"One thousand seven hundred and eighty-five percent!"
"That high?!"
Pei Wubing didn't continue pressing; he believed Lin Chuan wouldn't joke about this kind of matter.
"Like this, don't touch him yet, and don't tell anyone in the Lin family either."
Lin Chuan leaned back against his chair.
"That's also what I had in mind."
"It was so hard to find one; if we just arrest him directly and can't get more intelligence, it would be too much of a pity."
"It's not that we can't get much; it's that we basically won't get anything at all."
Pei Wubing suppressed his anger.
"Inside the bodies of formal Tianyi Cult members, there are demon blood marks."
"Once they confirm that they have been arrested and cannot escape, or if they undergo forced soul-searching, the demon blood will instantly rush into their brains and destroy their memories."
"What's usually caught is nothing more than a living corpse."
Lin Chuan looked at Lin Qi's profile.
"Therefore, we can only keep an eye on him."
"Investigate upward along the communication line behind him."
"Right."
Pei Wubing paused for a moment and said through gritted teeth,
"I will go over personally, and the news won't enter the Martial Arts Association System for the time being."
"The clan tournament will proceed as usual; don't let him notice anything unusual."
"You shouldn't actively approach him either."
Lin Chuan could tell that Pei Wubing's emotions were not right.
Although Shifu usually spoke sarcastically,
when encountering serious business, he rarely showed such an inability to suppress his killing intent.
"Shifu, do you have a grudge against the Tianyi Cult?"
Silence filled the phone call once again.
It took a long time before Pei Wubing spoke.
"Many years ago, they looked for me."
"They wanted me to join the Tianyi Cult."
"They thought that poison-attribute Martial Artists were easily ostracized by the martial arts circle, and as long as they gave enough resources, I would betray Great Xia."
Lin Chuan asked, "You refused?"
"Nonsense."
Pei Wubing's voice turned cold.
"Later, they killed my wife."
"My daughter also went missing in that attack."
"Over the years, even her corpse hasn't been found."
Lin Chuan held his phone without joking around.
Pei Wubing had never mentioned his family to him.
Even the people in the Poison Association only knew that the Poison King always walked alone.
"Those two strongholds, were they wiped out by you?"
"Who did you hear that from?"
"I saw it in the Martial Arts Association data."
"It was me."
Pei Wubing didn't deny it.
"One was in Luozhou, and the other was at the eastern border defense."
"Seventy-two Tianyi Cult members, not a single one got away."
For this, the Great Xia official authorities gave Pei Wubing9,200 military merits and a resource reward of 340 million yuan.
But those things still couldn't exchange back his family.
Pei Wubing's voice was low.
"Since Lin Qi dares to come back, someone near Haichengmust be meeting and backing him up."
"It could be a liaison."
"It could also be an entire hidden stronghold."
"Don't be impatient this time."
"I'm going to dig out their entire line."
Lin Chuan nodded.
"Rest assured."
"Now he is in the light, and we are in the dark."
"As long as Lin Qi continues to participate in the clan tournament, he will definitely leave traces."
Pei Wubing caught something slightly wrong.
"You really hope he continues to participate? The people of the Tianyi Cult cannot be underestimated. Most of these people are Spell Cultivators with strong mental telekinesis, and the dungeon spells they use are extremely powerful!"
"It's fine, I'm not afraid of him."
Pei Wubing couldn't be bothered to ask why.
"Fine, don't overdo it."
"In addition, the Tianyi Cult's mental methods are very bizarre; you might not be able to block them right now."
"I know."
Lin Chuan glanced at his own Mental Strength value.
He couldn't block it right now.
In a few days, that might not be the case.
The two confirmed their communication method once more.
From this moment on, Lin Qi was officially included in the Martial Arts Association's highest-level secret surveillance list.
He himself was completely unaware of this.
Late that night.
Lin Qi was still hiding in his room, continuing to circulate the Tianyi Art.
The next day.
[Mental Strength: 91.7 quarters!]
In the early morning of the third day.
Lin Qi completed the ninth cycle.
A massive amount of mental insights once again rushed into Lin Chuan's mind.
That invisible threshold was smashed open in one stroke.
[Mental Strength: 135 quarters!]
"I've reached it!"
With a thought, Lin Chuan looked toward the wardrobe.
The wardrobe opened, and a few pieces of clothing flew out. Utilizing his Mental Strength, they put themselves onto his body one by one.
Lin Chuan raised his hands, looked at himself in the mirror, and straightened his collar: "Is this what a Spirit Reader is!"
"Somewhat interesting!"
Chapter 45: Tier 3 Poison Bead
After becoming a Spirit Reader, Lin Chuan first discovered a problem.
He did not have any equipment for a Spirit Reader.
No matter how strong his Mental Strength was, without weapons, he could only open doors and put on clothes from a distance.
If he really got into a fight with someone,
surely he couldn't fling his underwear over, right?
That morning, Lin Chuan followed Pei Wubing to the underground equipment vault of the Poison Association.
Pei Wubing swiped his Martial King authorization.
The three layers of alloy gates opened one after another.
"You brat really surprised me!"
"It's only been a few days, and you've already become a Spirit Reader!"
Lin Chuan touched his nose and said, "My grandfather left me quite a bit of foundation."
"Your grandfather is really awesome!" Pei Wubing didn't continue asking; everyone had their own secrets and fated opportunity.
Since Lin Chuan had them, he naturally had them too.
"Ordinary Spirit Readers just starting out will all use flying needles first."
Pei Wubing walked in front.
"They are lightweight, have low consumption, and are easy to control."
"However, the lethality of flying needles is simply too low."
Lin Chuan followed beside him.
"Flying needles definitely won't do. If I run into a hard-training Martial Artist or someone wearing armor, I won't be able to pierce them even after stabbing for half a day. I certainly don't want to give people acupuncture for fun."
Pei Wubing glanced at him.
"You just learned how to put on clothes from a distance, and already you think flying needles aren't strong enough?"
"If I can put on clothes, could a saber be harder to control than pants?"
"Flying sabers might accidentally injure someone, but pants won't."
As the two spoke, they had already entered the Spirit Reader equipment area.
On both sides of the walls, a large number of mental weapons were displayed.
Flying needles.
Flying sabers.
Flying shuttles.
Mental wheel blades.
There was also a set of Tier 3 Sword Formation priced at 240 million yuan.
Poor scholars and wealthy Martial Artists were vividly exemplified here.
Lin Chuan glanced around without stopping.
Ordinary Spirit Readers pursued speed and penetration.
But he also had the Grade B Nether Bone-Eroding Body.
And the Grade 5S Purple Heaven Divine Thunder.
Don't look at how seriously he cultivated his poison body every day; in reality, his trump card was still thunder-attributed.
Because the returns from his younger brother's side were simply too fierce.
Moreover, Lin Chuan had consulted materials over the past few days and learned that the further poison evolved, the stronger it became. It could even fuse the Five Elements, and fuse wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning!
By that time, once the poison attribute and thunder attribute fused together,
that would be a great poisonous thunder!
The equipment vault director quickly welcomed them.
"Senior Pei."
"Mr. Lin."
"Do you need me to introduce the equipment?"
Lin Chuan spoke directly.
"I want equipment that can store toxins and also amplify poison-type spells."
The director thought for a moment.
"You can take a look at the Poison Bead."
He raised his hand.
A sealed display case rose from the ground.
In the center of the display case hovered a dark green orb the size of a ping-pong ball.
There were no seams whatsoever on the surface of the orb.
Inside, however, were thirty-six tiny spiritual patterns continuously flowing in different directions.
[Equipment: Tier 3 Poison Bead!]
[Quality: Grade A!]
[Toxin Storage Slots: 120!]
[Poison-type Spell Amplification: 40%!]
[Price: 68 million yuan!]
Lin Chuan stared at the last line.
"Did you guys embed diamonds inside this bead?"
The director was already used to the customers' reactions.
"The Tier 3 Poison Bead requires the use of seven anti-poison materials."
"The thirty-six spiritual patterns inside are all carved by a Tier 4 Artifact Refiner."
"68 million is already the association's internal price."
"If you want to buy it outside, there might not even be stock."
"Besides, this is equipment in the real world, not a game. There's no such thing as it becoming unusable for others once bound. When your strength surpasses this level, you can always turn around and sell it, right?"
"That's true!"
Lin Chuan nodded and picked up the Poison Bead.
As soon as his Mental Strength made contact, a clear feedback immediately came from inside the bead.
All 120 storage slots were completely empty.
As long as Lin Chuan injected toxins into them, they could be called upon individually or mixed and released in different proportions.
The thirty-six spiritual patterns inside could increase the power of poison mist, poison needles, and poison-type True Qi by 40%.
Lin Chuan looked at Pei Wubing.
"Shifu, can we bargain?"
"No."
"Aren't you the Poison King?"
"I'm the Poison King, not a king who gets things for free! I have to pay when I buy things too!"
Pei Wubing pointed at the display case.
"If you think it's expensive, put it down."
Lin Chuan gripped the Poison Bead even tighter.
"I was just asking."
The director's mouth twitched.
Lin Chuan smeared his mental imprint onto it.
The Poison Bead flew up on its own and hovered above his right shoulder.
Subsequently, a payment prompt popped up.
[Payment successful!]
[Payment amount: 68 million yuan!]
The moment the money was spent,
Lin Chuan felt as if a small piece of his heart had also been dug out by someone.
However, the equipment was indeed easy to use.
His mind stirred slightly.
The Poison Bead immediately circled his body once, and the thirty-six spiritual patterns lit up simultaneously.
Lin Chuan released a wisp of Nether Bone-Eroding toxic Qi.
After entering the bead body, the toxic Qi was directly compressed into the number one storage slot.
[Stored Toxin: Nether Bone-Eroding Poison!]
[Current Stock: 12 grams!]
[Expected Spell Amplification: 40%!]
"Not bad."
Lin Chuan was finally satisfied.
Toxins stored inside the Poison Bead would not dissipate over time.
When encountering battle, they could also be released instantly.
In the future, when meeting enemies, he could even save himself the trouble of releasing poison on the spot.
He could just draw from stock directly.
After buying the Poison Bead, Lin Chuan selected another set of Tier 3 Demonic Sabers.
The six demonic sabers were of the same length.
The blade body was only 18 centimeters.
The entire body was forged from a mixture of dungeon magic gold and dark iron, with two energy-guiding grooves on the surface that could simultaneously bear two types of power.
[Tier 3 Demonic Sabers: Six!]
[Total Weight: 5.4 kilograms!]
[Maximum Bearing Energy Level: Peak Tier 3!]
[Price: 14.4 million yuan!]
Lin Chuan swiped his card again.
Over 80 million yuan was gone on the spot. It could be said that all the money he had recently earned was completely spent in this wave.
The path of martial arts was indeed not cheap.
Just the introductory equipment alone could severely injure one's wallet first.
After the transaction was completed,
Pei Wubing did not leave immediately.
He brought Lin Chuan into the isolation room next door.
The door closed.
The surrounding signals were also completely cut off.
Pei Wubing took out a black metal bottle.
After the bottle was opened, a transparent droplet of liquid floated up by itself.
"This is Demonic Blood Tracking Poison."
"I prepared it specially for the Tianyi Cult."
Lin Chuan looked at that droplet of liquid.
"What is this supposed to be?"
"It will attach itself to dungeon demonic blood."
Pei Wubing sent the transparent poison liquid into the Poison Bead.
Inside the Poison Bead, the 120th storage slot lit up with a faint red light.
"The toxin is colorless, odorless, and will not affect the body."
"As long as Lin Qi gets a speck of it on him, it won't dissipate within thirty days."
"Once he enters a 300-kilometer range, I can perceive his general direction."
Lin Chuan understood.
It was a locator.
Moreover, it specifically targeted demonic blood; ordinary Martial Artists wouldn't have any reaction even if they got it on them.
Pei Wubing looked at Lin Chuan.
"I am assigning you a hidden mission."
"Without alarming Lin Qi, leave a toxin mark on his body."
"Can you do it?"
Lin Chuan manipulated the Poison Bead to release a wisp of transparent poison mist at his fingertips.
The poison mist quickly dissipated.
It was invisible to the naked eye.
Ordinary Mental Strength could not detect it either.
"Yes."
"When do we make a move?"
"Wait for an fated opportunity."
Pei Wubing reminded him:
"Don't just release large-area poison mist just to save trouble."
"Lin Qi cultivations the Tianyi Art; his mental perception won't be weak."
"Once he notices any abnormality, the entire contact line will be cut off."
Lin Chuan put away the poison mist.
"Understood."
"I'll quietly poison him, this is right up our alley."
Pei Wubing always felt that this sentence didn't sound quite proper.
But applied to a poison-type Martial Artist, he couldn't find any fault with it.
After leaving the association,
Lin Chuan returned to his secret cultivation room.
The six Tier 3 Demonic Sabers hovered in front of him.
The first attempt.
Two demonic sabers lost control and collided directly with each other.
Clang!
One of them spun as it flew out and stabbed into the sandbag beside it.
Lin Chuan was in no hurry to increase the number.
He first controlled one demonic saber to continuously hit a moving target ten meters away.
Then he increased it to two.
Four.
Six.
What the Tianyi Art returned to him was not just Mental Strength, but also a massive amount of comprehension regarding mental control.
Ordinary newly-promoted Spirit Readers needed to train for several months to simultaneously control multiple weapons.
Lin Chuan only used forty minutes.
All six demonic sabers rose into the air simultaneously.
Swish!
The first one bypassed the frontal obstacle.
The second one flew close to the ground.
The other four passed through the moving rings from different angles.
Thirty-two meters away.
Six coin-sized alloy targets overturned simultaneously.
Lin Chuan raised his hand and beckoned.
The six demonic sabers flew back along their original paths, neatly hovering behind him.
The combination of Mental Strength and toxins had already succeeded.
Next,
he prepared to try something even more ruthless.
Lin Chuan controlled a demonic saber to fly in front of him.
Purple electric arcs leaped from his fingertips and burrowed into the blade body along the energy-guiding groove.
The entire demonic saber began to vibrate slightly.
The cultivation room's energy detector quickly issued a warning.
[Current Energy Level: Middle Stage Tier 3!]
[Current Energy Level: Late Stage Tier 3!]
[Current Energy Level: Peak Tier 3!]
Lin Chuan locked onto the thickest No. 1 training target.
The demonic saber instantly accelerated.
A distance of thirty-two meters flashed past in an instant.
The tip of the blade hit the bullseye.
Boom!
Purple thunder light exploded on the spot.
The 12-centimeter-thick Tier 3 training target burst apart directly from the middle.
A large amount of metal debris smashed against the protective wall.
The alarms of the entire cultivation room turned red simultaneously.
[Target Damage Rate: 100%!]
[Instant Explosive Force: 3.9 tons!]
[Destruction Range: 3.2 meters in diameter!]
The demonic saber passed through the shattered bullseye and deeply nailed itself into the alloy wall behind.
The blade body was still intact, but it could be seen that even as a Tier 3 weapon, it couldn't continuously endure the power of the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder for a short time.
Lin Chuan reached out and beckoned.
The demonic saber was pulled out from the wall and flew back into his palm.
The Poison Bead was responsible for storing and amplifying toxins.
The demonic sabers were responsible for bearing the toxic power and the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder.
Mental Strength was responsible for controlling the attack trajectory.
Three abilities were finally strung together by a single piece of equipment.