The Female Lead Brought Her Lover to the Wedding Banquet and Broke Off the Marriage; I Slaughtered Her Entire Family - Chapter 19:

Chapter 19: Seven Days of Inheritance:

A great calamity? Clan extermination? What an intense script!

Lin Fan was truly a walking treasure chest.

“Ancestor, what about that great calamity…” Lin Fan couldn’t hold back his question.

“The Dao of Heaven is unpredictable. Speaking further is meaningless,” the phantom cut him off, its tone cold and indifferent. “What matters now is… your bloodline has awakened.”

“You are the spark.” The phantom’s outline grew clearer, and the oppressive force made Lin Fan feel as if he could barely breathe.

Lin Fan instinctively shook his head. “Me? I can’t do it…”

“It’s not up to you,” the phantom’s voice turned ice cold, carrying an unquestionable authority. “The azure light has appeared, your bloodline is surging. Seven days from now, at midnight, when the stars align and your bloodline erupts, if you do not enter the gate of inheritance… you will only face death, your soul scattered into nothingness.”

Lin Fan’s face turned deathly pale, the dread of death looming over him more tangibly than ever before.

Lin Chen spoke up just in time, his tone full of false kindness. “Lin Fan, did you hear that? This is your opportunity, and also… your only path to survival. After all, fortune favors the bold.”

Lin Fan looked at the terrifying phantom, then glanced at Lin Chen, whose smile sent chills down his spine. His lips trembled, but in the end, he nodded weakly. He had no choice.

“I… I accept the inheritance.”

“Good.” The phantom nodded in satisfaction. “Seven days later, at midnight, when the stars converge and the bloodline bursts forth, that will be the moment of inheritance.”

It pointed toward a small, inconspicuous stone door. “Enter, clear your mind, and do not leave for seven days.”

Lin Fan glanced at Lin Chen, who gave a slight nod, signaling him to be at ease. Of course, be at ease… since Lin Chen was staying outside. He silently added that in his heart.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Fan dragged his still somewhat stiff leg and walked into the stone door. The door closed silently behind him, cutting off the outside world.

Only Lin Chen, the two guards who dared not even breathe, and the phantom floating above the pool remained inside the stone hall.

The phantom turned to Lin Chen, its gaze like two invisible icicles piercing into him.

“Outsider, you carry a coldness that does not belong to this world.”

Lin Chen’s heart tightened. He knew his [Black Soul Lock] had been discovered, but his face remained carefree. “Senior, you must be joking. I was born with a cold body, I can’t help it.”

“This child’s bloodline carries great significance. If you harbor any ill intentions…” The phantom’s voice, though blurry, released a killing aura, laced with warning.

Lin Chen chuckled softly, not replying. He shrugged casually, his attitude itself a blatant answer: what can you do about it, old thing?

The phantom remained silent for a moment before its form gradually faded away, sinking back into the azure pool as if it had never appeared. The stone hall returned to its usual silence, only the runes on the seven stone pillars still glowed faintly.

Lin Chen ordered the two guards to watch over the stone hall entrance and the small stone door, while he casually strolled into the phantoms of the outer corridor.

[Warning: Destiny’s Child Lin Fan is about to complete his bloodline inheritance. The risk of destiny backlash has drastically increased. Host, you need to act now, or your cooked duck will fly away!]

The cold system prompt echoed in his mind, laced with sarcastic humor.

Lin Chen pulled out a small, inconspicuous porcelain bottle from his chest and removed the stopper. Inside was pitch-black powder, emitting an eerie and chilling aura—Soul Devouring Powder, a specialty of the system shop, designed to suppress all forms of disobedience, the perfect tool for enhancing spiritual control.

“Backlash?” He chuckled to himself, pinching some of the powder between his fingers, feeling its bone-chilling power. “Once he’s my dog, how can he bite back?”

Bite the master? He would just break his legs.

Azure bloodline? Ancient inheritance? Excellent treasures, truly excellent. What a pity… soon, they would belong to Lin.

Seven days was more than enough for him to blend the Soul Devouring Powder into the ‘healing’ pill prepared for Lin Fan without leaving any trace.

He put the bottle away and returned to the stone hall, once again wearing his careless, roguish smile, even winking at the two nervous guards. The chess piece was about to be firmly in place. This trip to the Black Stone Mountain Range had yielded far more than he’d expected.

Night fell, and the camp grew unnaturally quiet. Lin Chen sat inside his tent, the flickering oil lamp casting his long phantom on the tent cloth, like a ghost swaying in the night. In his hand was the porcelain bottle filled with Soul Devouring Powder.

“Azure bloodline, ancient inheritance… this brat really is a living treasure.”

He gently shook the bottle, the powder inside tumbling silently, exuding an ominous aura. It was, after all, the system shop’s finest product, made especially for dealing with Destiny’s Child.

Opening the stopper, an icy chill spread instantly, even making the lamp flame tremble.

[Permanent soul erosion, irreversible. Confirm?]

The cold voice echoed in his mind.

“Obviously,” Lin Chen replied lazily. “If I don’t tie him down now, am I just waiting for him to bite me?”

From his storage bag, he pulled out a green glowing pill—the Condensed Jade Pill, of excellent quality, a holy healing treasure from the family treasury, originally meant for his own survival.

“Investments always need some capital.”

He placed the pill on a jade plate and gently pressed it, causing fine patterns to appear on the surface. Then, using an extremely thin silver needle dipped in Soul Devouring Powder, he carefully pierced an inconspicuous node on the pill.

The black powder seeped into the pill without changing its color or smell. Soul Devouring Powder was sinister precisely because it was colorless, tasteless, and undetectable.

“Perfect.”

Lin Chen packed up his tools and placed the specially prepared pill into a delicate jade box. His movements were so practiced, it was clear he’d done this more than once.

Outside the tent, a faint rustling sound came. Lin Chen stopped what he was doing, listened carefully, and a cold smile crept onto his lips.

“Quite fast.”

He packed the jade box, got up, and walked out of the tent. In the darkness, two guards silently approached him like shadows.

“Young Master, there are five people sneaking around the northwest side. Looks like they’re probing our camp.”

Lin Chen nodded. “Keep an eye on them. Don’t alarm them. Let’s see which deity they are.”

“Understood.”

The guards melted back into the night.

Lin Chen glanced toward Lin Fan’s tent. “Let’s take care of the little fish in front of us first.”

Inside the tent, Lin Fan sat cross-legged, trying to adjust his breathing. Though his wounds were healing, his heart remained uneasy, as if something invisible hung over his head.

Was it the ‘ancestor’ of the Azure Nether Cave Mansion? Could he really handle the inheritance in seven days?

What made him even more uneasy was Lin Chen. Though he had saved him and treated him kindly, Lin Chen always carried an inexplicable chill that made Lin Fan’s back tingle.

Instinctively, Lin Fan touched the wound on his back. It still throbbed faintly, but the pain felt deeper than just an injury.

“One wrong step, and every step after is wrong…”

Lost in his thoughts, the tent flap was suddenly lifted. 

Lin Chen entered with a lamp, smiling brightly, “Brother Lin, how are you feeling?”

Lin Fan’s heart skipped a beat, but he forced a smile. “Thanks to Young Master Lin’s care, I’m much better.”

“I told you, don’t call me Young Master, it’s too formal.” Lin Chen sat down naturally in front of him, taking out the jade box. “From now on, we’re brothers venturing together. Just call me Brother Lin.”