From a chaotic world of folk customs to becoming a god through extreme methods.

The next day.

Before Lin Yuan could recover from the joy of his increased strength last night, a piece of bad news had already reached the Lin residence.

At this moment, Lin Yuan was practicing his sword in the courtyard, comprehending cultivation and improvement.

But just then, Uncle Fu rushed over.

"Young Master," Uncle Fu said with a hint of anxiety, "there are guests. They say they are from Qingyuan Temple in the prefectural city and have news about the Master and his wife."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan was taken aback, then quickly sheathed his sword and went to see the newcomer.

After so many days, we finally have news from my parents again.

But why was someone else chosen to deliver the message?

A bad feeling crept into his heart.

Lin Yuan followed Uncle Fu all the way to the main hall. Lin Che had just entered as well. Lin Wan'er helped him and made him sit in the grand chair.

The newcomer was finally led in by a servant.

The messenger was a young Taoist priest, about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a faded gray robe, covered in dust as if he had traveled a long way.

As soon as he entered the hall, he lowered his head and said his name.

"Greetings to the young masters and ladies of the Lin family. I am Xuanming."

"By order of Master Qinghui Zhenren, I have come... to deliver a message."

He spoke these words hesitantly, as if he was having great difficulty saying them.

Lin Che frowned slightly. Although he sensed something was wrong, as the person in charge of the household, he still had to maintain basic etiquette.

He instructed the maid to pour a cup of tea for the young Taoist priest before speaking gently.

"Young Taoist priest, please speak."

Xuanming did not drink tea.

He remained silent for a long time, still unsure how to begin.

Finally, he suddenly knelt down, lowered his head, and dared not look into the eyes of the Lin family members, and finally revealed the message.

"Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin."

"They both perished two days ago."

Upon hearing this, the Lin family members froze on the spot, as if they hadn't heard clearly.

Lin Wan'er realized what was happening and asked the question first.

"What...what did you say?"

Xuanming kept his head down, seemingly extremely ashamed.

"The immortal led Master Lin and his wife down the mountain to exorcise the demons, but they encountered an accident on the boat and came across a demon tide in the water."

"After a series of twists and turns, only a few scattered passengers, my master, and I managed to escape with all our might."

"The rest of the people perished in the water, their fate unknown."

"As for Master Lin and his wife, they were among them and were unable to return."

That's enough to make it clear.

The young Taoist priest Xuanming was clearly extremely ashamed, and he didn't dare to look at the Lin family members once from beginning to end, only keeping his head down.

And everyone gradually came to their senses.

The color drained from Lin Wan'er's face little by little. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then suddenly closed her lips, pursed them, and turned to run out of the main hall.

A maidservant quickly chased after them to prevent any accident.

Lin Che, who was standing still, remained seated in the armchair.

After his injury, he was ill for a long time and was already unable to get angry.

With the situation at home deteriorating, he pinned all his hopes on his parents returning home.

But now, the news of his parents' death came so suddenly, shattering all the spirit in his heart.

He couldn't catch his breath and almost fainted.

"Big brother!"

Lin Yuan quickly stepped forward, wanting to check.

Lin Che waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, but his face had become even paler.

"Young Taoist priest," Lin Che's voice was weak, "How exactly were my parents murdered?"

Xuanming remained kneeling on the ground and answered.

"We are on a boat on the water, and there are too many monsters to escape. Only if a real person casts a spell will we have a chance of survival."

"Master Lin and Madam did this to buy the True Immortal time to cast the spell..."

After hearing this, Lin Che closed his eyes.

He forced himself to calm down.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was extremely heavy, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Uncle Fu stood to one side, tears streaming down his face. His master and mistress had treated him so well, but now...

Lin Yuan stood beside his elder brother, saying nothing.

He was equally grief-stricken, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself not to break down.

He had only awakened his innate wisdom; he had truly experienced all eighteen years of his life.

His feelings for his family are all genuine.

Upon hearing the news of his parents' deaths, he could only grip the sword at his waist tightly and suppress his grief.

Xuanming then took out a letter from his pocket and presented it with both hands.

"This is a letter from the real person to the Lin family."

Lin Yuan stepped forward, took it, opened it, and looked at it with his elder brother.

The handwriting on the letter was strong and vigorous, indicating that...

The Lin couple died for a greater cause. Qingyuan Temple owes the Lin family a favor. If the Lin family ever encounters difficulties in the future, they can take this letter to Qingyuan Temple, and everyone in the temple will do their utmost to help them.

At the same time, Master Qingxu explained that his injuries were too severe and he could only send a disciple to deliver the message temporarily. He himself would have to wait a few more days before he could arrive at Chahe Town.

I hope the Lin family members will find solace in their grief.

Lin Che folded the letter and placed it on the table.

"Thank you, young Taoist priest." He said, forcing his voice to remain calm. "Uncle Fu, please take the young Taoist priest to rest."

Xuanming was quickly taken away by Uncle Fu.

Only the Lin brothers remained in the hall.

Lin Che leaned back in his chair and suddenly coughed violently, his chest heaving. Then, with a sharp cough, he spat a mouthful of blood onto the thin blanket on his knees.

"Big brother!"

Lin Yuan quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

Lin Che gripped Lin Yuan's arm, his eyes red-rimmed and his voice trembling.

"Little brother, our parents... are not coming back."

Lin Yuan didn't speak, but held his elder brother's hand tightly, his grief overwhelming him.

After a long while, Lin Yuan released his grip and stood up.

"I'll go check on Wan'er first."

……

News of Lin Yuan and his wife's deaths spread that afternoon.

First, at the He family's house, He Chongwen was drinking tea in his study.

Then He Deshun rushed over from outside the door and whispered a few words in his ear.

He Chongwen immediately put down his teacup, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes, followed by ecstatic joy.

"Dead?"

"He's dead," came the young Taoist priest from Qingyuan Temple.

He Chongwen stood up and walked to the window, looking at the scenery outside, his excitement was beyond words.

"Lin Yuanshan, Lin Yuanshan." His tone revealed a hint of amusement. "When you were alive, we were still somewhat wary of you. Your connections in the capital, though far and wide, were still a potential threat."

"But thankfully, you're finally dead."

He turned around and gave instructions to He Deshun.

"Go and tell the village head that Lin Yuanshan is dead, and there is no need to have any more scruples with the Lin family."

He Deshun acknowledged and withdrew.

He Chongwen then sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, and blew away the foam.

At this moment, Lin Yuanshan died, and he finally felt a rare sense of relaxation.

"The Lin family, the Lin family, your time has come to an end."