A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Tongxin Daoist listened to the conversation inside the ancestral hall with suspicion and uncertainty, unsure whether he should risk breaking in.

It seems that the patriarch of the Jin clan and the so-called spirit seed are dead, but no news of a third person has come out.

Did that brat kill and steal the treasure and then quietly slip away? Or did he hide for some other reason?

Tongxin Daoist's expression changed, and he became secretly alert. Whether his disciple Liu Feng had retreated or gone into hiding, this matter was strange.

Their master-disciple relationship was extremely good. Liu Feng was his direct disciple whom he had personally raised. Although they were not related by blood, they were closer than family. He would not be the kind of person who would betray his principles for the sake of treasure.

Having figured this out, Tongxin Daoist gritted his teeth, and two wind blade techniques appeared in his hands. With a slight shift of his internal magic power, the two hazy wind blades, like sharp blades, slashed towards the two Golden Clan guards who remained at the Xuan Tie Giant Gate.

puff puff!

Two muffled cracking sounds rang out almost simultaneously, and then the two Golden Clan guards at the giant gate saw their companion being cut in two.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

A martial arts master inside the ancestral hall was patrolling the direction of the giant gate when he witnessed the horrific state of the man and immediately cried out in alarm.

Jin Haiming and many Jin clan elites all tensed up, gathered together, protected the former behind them, and then slowly moved towards the door.

As night fell and the sky outside began to lighten slightly, Jin Haiming and many members of the Jin clan looked across the small square outside the ancestral hall and stared directly at the old man in a Taoist robe who appeared at the door. Their faces were once again filled with solemnity and unease.

The cultivator finally appeared. Since he entered the Golden Garden, everyone had lost all trace of him. Now he had finally found him here and was no longer hiding.

"Master, the patriarch of my Jin clan is dead, and the relics of our fourth ancestor have also disappeared. It is likely that they were stolen by another cultivator."

"If you continue to fight us, you'll only be wasting your time. Besides, even if it means giving up this clan-protecting puppet, I will keep you here!"

Jin Haiming looked at the calm-faced Tongxin Daoist, his expression changing repeatedly. Facing a genuine cultivator, he had no composure whatsoever and could only threaten him with bluster.

"Leave this old Taoist here? With that puppet in your hand? Although I can't do anything to it right now, don't even dream about it. If I want to leave, even with this puppet, you can't stop me in the slightest."

Master Tongxin scoffed, his face full of disdain. Although the battle puppet was troublesome, it was not enough to threaten his life.

It's utterly ridiculous that a mere mortal would dare to threaten a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator like him.

"I know that you cultivators possess extraordinary abilities, but with your current strength, I'm afraid it's far from enough. Otherwise, how could you not even be able to defeat my clan's guardian puppet?"

"The relics of our clan's fourth ancestor have been lost, so you should leave, Daoist."

Seeing that the other party only made threats but did not take any action, Jin Haiming gradually gained some confidence and continued to negotiate.

Upon hearing this, Tongxin Daoist frowned slightly, realizing that what the other party said was true.

This first-grade high-level battle puppet was truly giving him a headache. Although this mortal could not unleash its full power, it was inlaid with mid-grade spirit stones, making it impossible to defeat by force or outsmart. It was truly like a rock in a latrine, both smelly and hard.

Moreover, in the enclosed environment of the Jin Clan's ancestral hall, the space is too small, which will greatly restrict his movement. Facing that battle puppet again would undoubtedly be even more dangerous.

"Words are no proof. This old Taoist must see it with his own eyes. You all leave the main hall, and this old Taoist will go inside and investigate. If what you say is true, this old Taoist will leave without hesitation!"

"how?"

Tongxin Daoist's eyes darted around, and he came up with a compromise that would allow him to avoid fighting the war puppet while still thoroughly investigating the Jin Clan's relics and the whereabouts of his disciple Liu Feng.

"It's a deal!"

Upon hearing this, Jin Haiming was overjoyed and immediately agreed.

He was facing a genuine cultivator, and the pressure he was under was unimaginable to others.

At this point, the other party offered a way to avoid further conflict, which was undoubtedly a great way out for him. He didn't want to fight to the death with the other party.

Now, Jin Jingtian is dead, and Jin Hong has no fighting power or cultivation left in the Jin clan.

Of the three lineages, only I possess the clan's protective puppet, and my cultivation has not declined in the slightest. This is the best time for me to seize power and rule the Golden Clan.

After his grief and indignation subsided, Jin Haiming naturally thought of the most pressing matter for the Jin clan.

He died in the clan war, and the relics of the Fourth Ancestor were lost; these were unchangeable realities, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But the current situation has presented him and his main branch with an incredible opportunity.

Completely subjugate the Jin clan and shatter the long-standing situation of the three clans coexisting!

Under Jin Haiming's command, the crowd surrounded him and carefully retreated from the ancestral hall, moving far away to the other side of the square, still fully focused on their defenses.

Meanwhile, the Taoist Master Tongxin floated leisurely into the main hall. He appeared calm and composed, but this was actually an act for his audience. Only by appearing confident enough would his audience become increasingly suspicious.

In reality, however, he was constantly focused on the combat puppet in his opponent's hand, fearing that his opponent might take this opportunity to launch a sneak attack on him.

Looking at the empty jade tabletop, the Copper Heart Taoist sensed a faint trace of residual magical power. Although it was very weak, it was genuine.

It seems that the relics of the four ancestors of the Jin clan were stored inside, but now they have disappeared.

Moreover, at the very bottom of the jade platform, he sensed a fluctuation of the talisman, a state between activation and non-activation.

It must have been set up by the four ancestors of the Jin clan with a self-destruct mechanism inside, and it was the kind that could be easily sensed, in order to warn any cultivators who might come that they should not act rashly.

On the ground behind the jade platform, Tongxin Daoist discovered a clear cut mark. After a brief examination, he guessed that it was made by the Wind Blade Technique.

"There shouldn't be a third cultivator here. This Wind Blade Technique must have been cast by Feng'er, but the Jin Clan Chief clearly died from poisoning, with no other injuries on his body. Who could have done this? Feng'er isn't skilled in poison techniques, is she?"

"No, that mangled corpse outside the gate is called the Golden Clan Spirit Seed. Could this Spirit Seed be the cultivator nurtured by the Golden Clan?!"

"It seems that Feng'er must have stolen the Jin Clan's relics with the help of the two of them. After killing them, she must have been seriously injured, which is why she secretly went into hiding."

When Tongxin Daoist thought that the other party had someone skilled in using poison, he couldn't help but feel a little worried about his disciple.