The Lin's Patriarch is weird.

Chapter 23: 23. Absurd? Why not talk to plot armor.

It was the best period of his life for Bong Haoran.

Just two months ago, he had accidentally stumbled upon a piece of information that changed everything.

A genuine elder from the Mystic Sky Sect had planned to visit Azure Willow City and the news spread quickly throughout the city.

The City Lord himself had publicly announced a grand banquet in the elder’s honor.

For weeks, preparations had been underway.

Every major clan had heard about it and everyone within the city was discussing about it. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Then, at the very last moment, something unexpected happened.

The elder encountered an urgent matter and left before ever arriving at the city.

The banquet never took place.

The City Lord was forced to postpone everything and spent the following weeks waiting for the elder’s return.

Most people viewed the situation as unfortunate.

That was when Bong Haoran saw opportunity.

The moment he heard the news, countless ideas flooded his mind.

The City Lord was desperate for the elder’s arrival.

The major clans were desperate to establish connections with the Mystic Sky Sect.

Most importantly, nobody had actually met the elder.

Under those circumstances, wasn’t this the perfect opportunity?

Bong Haoran was a blood cultivator.

Unlike orthodox cultivators who absorbed spiritual energy from heaven and earth, his cultivation relied heavily on blood refinement.

Ordinary mortals could still be used, but the returns were pitiful.

More importantly, refining Blood Essence Pills was not a simple process. Each pill required a portion of his own blood essence as a catalyst. Every pill he created represented a loss to himself before any gains could be recovered.

Using such precious resources on common mortals would be a complete waste.

A Blood Essence Pill first had to be fed to a living target. The pill would gradually merge with the person’s body, silently altering their blood and nourishing their vitality. Only after sufficient time had passed could the target be harvested and refined.

The stronger the target, the greater the reward.

For Bong Haoran, talented cultivators were worth far more than ordinary people. frёewebnoѵēl.com

And among cultivators, those who possessed powerful martial spirits were the most valuable of all.

A cultivator’s martial spirit was closely tied to their own fate, changing your martial spirit was possible but in the eyes of small clans, it was next to impossible.

By allowing a Blood Essence Pill to mature within such a person before refining them, he could harvest not only vast quantities of blood essence but also fragments of the martial spirit’s origin.

Those fragments were treasures beyond measure.

They could upgrade his own martial spirit and push him towards a better future.

A single genius with an exceptional martial spirit could be worth hundreds or even thousands of ordinary mortals.

To Bong Haoran, the disciples of the three great clans were walking treasures.

Especially the younger generation.

They were at the peak stage for growth, their martial spirits still developing, their potential not yet exhausted. Every day they grew stronger, the value of the Blood Essence Pill maturing within them increased as well.

Azure Willow City wasn’t merely a city in his eyes.

It was a vast cultivation farm.

Of course, openly attacking the clans would be suicide.

The City Lord would hunt him down immediately.

However, if he could establish himself as a respected elder of the Mystic Sky Sect, everything would become different.

The clans would welcome him with open arms.

Their disciples would lower their guard around him.

He could personally examine the younger generation, identify the most promising talents, and secretly plant Blood Essence Pills within them.

Then all he had to do was wait and when the time was right, he would harvest the fruits of his labor.

By the time anyone realized what was happening, he would have already advanced to a higher realm and disappeared without a trace.

The risks certainly existed.

However, the potential rewards were enormous.

As long as he acted carefully, there was a very high chance nobody would ever discover the truth.

After all, he wasn’t some random Qi Refinement cultivator.

He was a Fourth Layer Golden Core expert.

Within Azure Willow City, only a handful of people could even challenge him.

The City Lord was one and Lin Xuan was another.

As for everyone else?

They were weaker than him.

Even better, neither the City Lord nor Lin Xuan had ever personally met a genuine Mystic Sky Sect elder.

Why was he so certain?

The answer was simple.

Both of them were absurdly young.

The City Lord and Lin Xuan were barely in their thirties.

Even if they possessed monstrous talent, they simply lacked experience.

How many opportunities could they possibly have had to interact with elders from a distant sect?

The more Bong Haoran thought about it, the more flawless the plan appeared.

For two months, he carefully prepared.

Then, just as he was preparing to put everything into motion, an unexpected guest arrived, Lin zhenghai.

At first, Bong Haoran had been wary.

After all, once he got exposed, there was going to be hell to pay.

However, after several conversations, his concerns gradually disappeared.

The old man had practically handed him information on a silver platter.

The more Bong Haoran listened, the more confident he became with his plan.

The Lin Family suddenly looked less like a danger and more like a treasure vault waiting to be opened.

Even now, while being escorted through the sky by Lin Xuan, he couldn’t help feeling pleased with himself.

He glanced at the young patriarch beside him.

What a sucker.

After traveling for several minutes, Lin Xuan suddenly changed direction.

Instead of heading toward the Lin Family, he flew toward an isolated mountain range.

The surrounding area became increasingly deserted.

Soon, there wasn’t another soul in sight.

Only then did Lin Xuan stop.

The young patriarch released Bong Haoran’s arm and casually stretched his shoulders.

His expression was surprisingly relaxed.

"This is far enough."

Bong Haoran blinked.

Far enough for what?

Then Lin Xuan cracked his knuckles and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Now I can properly beat you up before interrogating you."

Bong Haoran froze and for a moment, his brain completely failed to process the words.

The smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"What is the meaning of this, Daoist Lin?"