Chapter 3: The Frail Older Sister

Lin Ning’er cradled the brocade box like a precious treasure and approached the bedside.

There lay Lin Chen, gravely wounded and on the brink of death, his breath growing ever more faint.

“Brother, as long as you take this pill, everything will get better. Even if you can’t cultivate anymore, it’s alright. Sister will protect you for life...” Her voice faltered, choking with emotion.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

In seven days, she was to become the concubine of the eldest son of the Zhang family.

This was the last thing she could do for her brother.

“It’s my failure. If I could cultivate, I would stay by your side forever and take care of you.”

Wiping away her tears, Lin Ning’er carefully placed the pill into Lin Chen’s mouth.

The pill melted instantly.

Its poison spread through his body like wildfire.

The last bit of life force Lin Chen had was suddenly invaded by the toxin, causing his meridians to reverse their flow.

His face flushed red, a sign that his heart meridian was being violently stimulated, pumping blood frantically.

But it was clearly in vain.

“Rest well, brother. I’ll come see you again tonight.”

Exhausted, Lin Ning’er dragged herself out of the room.

On the bed, Lin Chen’s final spark of life was being consumed by the backlash.

“Am I... going to die?”

His fading consciousness felt as if he were drifting upward, ascending endlessly.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself amidst an endless cosmic starry sky.

At the edge of this vast universe, tens of thousands of meters away, a terrifying giant tree covered in green light was wildly expanding and spreading.

The monstrous tree was overwhelmingly powerful, engulfing thousands of star systems in the blink of an eye.

Where its vines grew, countless stars were drained of their spiritual energy, shriveling up like withered stones.

Billions of stars could not withstand the sweeping terror of this giant tree.

The sight was stunning—utterly terrifying.

“What... what is that thing?” Lin Chen’s breath caught in awe.

At that moment, the cosmic sky was violently torn open by a rift.

A man cloaked in darkness appeared, stepping through the void.

He stood with hands behind his back, exuding a domineering aura as if he ruled all under heaven.

“Submit!” The man pointed with a deep, commanding voice.

Like a sovereign atop the universe, his words shattered the heavens and all worlds into fragments.

At the utterance of those two words, Lin Chen’s blood boiled, his veins threatening to burst!

From afar, the horrific giant tree trembled with fear and fled frantically.

But a black light flashed instantly, imprisoning the tree’s immense body, compressing it like a prison.

Eventually, it transformed into a glowing orb covered in mysterious runes, silently drifting in the cosmic void.

“Isn’t that the light orb from my Illusory Birth Space?”

Lin Chen’s pupils contracted wildly.

On the Jiutian Continent, every person was born with a wondrous “Illusory Birth Space” within.

Within this space, illusion beasts hatch and fight alongside their owners.

Lin Chen’s illusion beast was called the Scarlet Fury Blood Wolf.

It was fifth rank, extremely powerful.

Besides the illusion beast, nine other glowing orbs covered with countless secret runes floated inside his Illusory Birth Space, emanating an ancient and formidable mysterious aura.

These orbs had been with him since birth, yet their nature was unknown.

Inside Lin Chen’s Illusory Birth Space, the first orb trembled, covered in cracks, exuding a terrifying primordial aura.

Something was about to emerge!

Suddenly, Lin Chen’s vision blackened as he was pulled out of the cosmos.

His consciousness returned to his body.

Yet it felt as if his soul was trapped within a cage, unable to move.

In the room, a youth stood silently, his arrival unnoticed.

Even with his eyes closed, Lin Chen recognized him—Lin Yilong, the youngest son of Elder Lin Hongbin.

Lin Yilong gazed at Lin Chen on the bed, a cruel smile curling at his lips.

“Lin Chen, my cousin, you’re finally dead. Back in the day, you were a prodigy, so brilliant you suffocated our entire branch. But in the end, you died messily, didn’t you?”

“Do you know who took your life? It was Lord Feng Bumie!”

“He gave my father a poisoned pill. As long as you died from it, my brother and I could enter the Feng Sword Sect to cultivate and become esteemed disciples, and the Lin family would flourish forever!”

“A year ago, you avenged me by storming the enemy’s city, single-handedly slaughtering a hundred thousand troops. That scene was terrifying; you made all of us afraid. My grandfather was oppressed by your grandfather for a lifetime—do we have to live under your shadow forever?”

“You’re a genius, but so are we!”

Lin Yilong roared madly, wanting to unleash all the suppressed emotions of these years.

“Lin Chen, you’re dead, and good riddance! Poor your sickly sister—she married the eldest Zhang son as a concubine to save you. Little did she know the pill she sacrificed everything for was poisoned! Hahaha!”

“And your grandfather—I will erase his name from the family records, crush his ancestral tablet, and move him out of our Lin family tomb! From now on, the Lin family belongs to my father, to my brother and me!”

Lin Yilong laughed wildly, his face twisted and grotesque.

He deserved to die! Absolutely deserved!

Lin Chen’s heart ached with bloodied sorrow.

Yet he couldn’t even move a finger.

He hated it.

He hated it so much.

After sacrificing so much for his family, this was the end he received?

“Get up! Get up!”

Lin Chen roared inwardly.

In his fury, a tear slipped from his eye.

“Hm?”

Lin Yilong frowned and hurried forward.

He reached out to feel Lin Chen’s breath.

But just as he neared, a hand suddenly snatched his neck.

Then, Lin Yilong met a pair of ferocious, blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent.

Not human—more like an ancient fierce beast.

“Lin Chen, you... you’re not dead?”

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