Mainland Martial Arts

In the days that followed, Lin Feng trained hard day and night, determined to become even stronger. The hatred in his heart became his driving force, and every punch and kick carried with it his hatred for the Wang family.

At the same time, the Lin family was also actively preparing for possible retaliation. They strengthened their fortifications, trained more personnel, and made all preparations for battle.

Liu Wenjing stayed by Lin Dingkun's side day and night, taking good care of him. Although Lin Dingkun could no longer speak or move, she believed that as long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would stay by his side.

Aoki Castle, this bustling city, was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere. The tragic annihilation of the Wang family was like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand ripples. Citizens across the city were buzzing with discussion, trying to piece together the truth.

In the Qing family compound, Qing Yuze paced alone, his mind racing. He recalled what Lin Feng had said to him, about their plan to destroy the Wang family. Those words still seemed to echo in his ears, weighing down his heart even more.

Lin Feng's determined eyes and resolute tone now clearly appeared in Qing Yuze's mind.

In the Feng family mansion, Feng Wuhen frowned, puzzled and saddened by the annihilation of the Wang family. He had some connections with the Wang family and was well aware of their strength. He didn't understand what force could cause such a large family to be destroyed overnight.

Inside the City Lord's Mansion, the City Lord listened solemnly to his subordinates' reports. Rumors about the Lin family possessing explosives had also reached him, but he felt that this didn't justify exterminating the entire family. After all, if such a powerful weapon had existed five years ago, the Wang family would have been long gone.

Amidst the city's suspicions, people began to cast a critical eye on the Lin family. However, all doubts were eventually suppressed. Without solid evidence, no one dared to make a hasty conclusion.

The Lin family compound was hushed, the air thick with sadness. Lin Feng's father lay in bed, his tendons severed, his former dignity long gone. His eyes were dim, his heart filled with despair and pain.

Seeing his father like this, Lin Feng felt a pang of pain in his heart. He secretly vowed to help his father regain his spirits and restore the Lin family to its former glory. Thus, he began a long and arduous struggle.

After spending more than ten days, Lin Feng finally crafted an exquisite wheelchair. When he carefully lifted his father from the bed and placed him in the wheelchair, a long-lost smile appeared on his father's face. That smile contained both relief and a glimmer of hope for the future.

Pushing his father into the yard, feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze, Lin Feng felt a little comforted. But he knew that this was only temporary, and there was still a long way to go to truly change the fate of the Lin family.

In the days that followed, Lin Feng devoted all his energy to the research and production of detonator cannons. He wanted the Lin family to have powerful weapons and make those who once looked down on the Lin family take notice.

Lin Feng patiently explained to Lin Chaoyao the methods for making and using the detonator cannon. Lin Chaoyao listened attentively, his eyes filled with admiration and gratitude for Lin Feng. He knew that this was Lin Feng's final contribution to the Lin family, and it also reflected his deep attachment to the family.

A month is almost over, and Lin Feng is preparing to set off for the capital to participate in the remaining competitions. He has basically finished all his tasks, and only the detonators and artillery shells are left.

Lin Feng spent a day teaching Lin Chaoyao the methods of making detonators and cannons. These were used to protect the Lin family. Only these things could save the Lin family and make the Lin family no longer fear the master.

On a quiet night, the moon was high in the sky, and the stars were twinkling. Lin Feng stood in front of the Lin family's secret room, feeling nervous and expectant. He knew that tonight would be a significant moment.

The door to the secret room slowly opened, and Lin Feng's great-grandfather, Lin Chaoyao, walked out with a solemn expression on his face. Beside Lin Chaoyao lay a sword that exuded a mysterious aura.

"Feng'er, come here." Lin Chaoyao's voice was low and powerful.

Lin Feng stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the knife. The blade was slender and straight, its gleam as cold and chilling as a pool of autumn water. The blade gleamed with a sharp edge, as if it could easily sever any obstacle. Delicate silk thread wrapped around the handle added a touch of simplicity and mystery. The scabbard was crafted later, made of precious materials and intricately engraved. Two words were engraved on the blade: "Xingchen."

"This is the precious sword passed down from our Lin family. Feng'er, you will go to the capital to participate in the competition tomorrow. Grandpa hopes that you can take this sword and win glory for the family." Lin Chaoyao solemnly handed the sword to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng took the knife with both hands, but felt a heavy pressure coming. He frowned slightly and tried hard to support himself and prevent the knife from falling to the ground.

"Grandpa, this knife is so heavy, it must be about 500 kilograms!" Lin Feng said with difficulty.

Lin Chaoyao nodded, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes. "This knife is indeed unusually heavy. Back then, your great-grandfather discovered the fallen knife from the sky. It only had the word 'stars' written on it. He brought it back for research but found nothing, so he had no choice but to keep it."

After hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel depressed: "Grandpa, how can I use such a heavy sword in a competition? Isn't this going to make me lose?"

Lin Chaoyao smiled and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder: "Feng'er, although this knife is heavy, it also has its own unique features. If you carry it with you, you might get unexpected gains."

Lin Feng sighed helplessly, sheathed the knife, and slung it on his back. He moved his feet laboriously, each step seeming so difficult.

However, he found that when the knife was on his back, his Qi flow seemed to be slightly hindered. But he didn't pay much attention to it, just wanted to deal with it this night first.

When the first rays of morning sun shone on the earth, Lin Feng, still carrying the heavy knife on his back, headed to Qingmu City to join the city lord. Although his steps were heavy, his eyes were full of determination.

In the Qingmu City Lord's Mansion, Lin Feng finally met the City Lord, Qing Yuechen. Standing next to the City Lord was another person: Chi Feng. Lin Feng trudged over to him, and Qing Yuechen, seeing his strange gait, grew curious.

"Lin Feng, what's wrong with you?" asked the city lord.

Lin Feng smiled bitterly and pointed at the knife on his back: "Lord City Lord, this is the knife that my great-grandfather asked me to bring to the competition."

City Lord Qing Yuechen nodded and reached out to Lin Feng for the knife. He grasped the hilt and gently pulled it out. The moment the knife came out of the sheath, a chill hit him.