Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Not that there is no retribution, it's just not the time yet

In a hastily excavated cave dwelling, Lin Shiming slowly awoke from his cultivation.

The sustained and endless power of the Qing Mu Art was immensely effective in healing and recovery, and had he been cultivating a Fire-Element Technique, he would have undoubtedly experienced excruciating pain throughout his meridians.

Of course, the Second Rank Superior Grade Monkey Wine and the seeds of the Green Lotus also played a significant role.

Otherwise, it would have taken Lin Shiming at least several days to stabilize.

"Shiming, how are you feeling, any better?"

Sitting in meditation nearby, Lin Houwei and others from the Lin Family all looked over, the one who asked was Fifth Uncle Lin Houyong.

Lin Shiming scanned the area; most of the Lin Family were present in the temporary cave. Deeper within, and with his Divine Sense, he detected Lin Yuqing and Lin Houshou both healing. They were the ones under the greatest pressure earlier.

Seeing Lin Shiming awake, many with minor injuries now turned their gaze towards him.

His gaze had changed from that of the past; in their eyes, Lin Shiming saw a hint of concern and respect.

If it hadn't been for Lin Shiming's last self-sacrificing act to trigger the Snake Vine Flower, it was possible that all the Lin Family members would have been annihilated.

At this moment, no one doubted Lin Shiming's status as a key member supported by the family!

Even Lin Shimo, when looking at Lin Shiming, appeared to regard him with the same respect as he did Lin Shijie, evidently placing Lin Shiming on an equal footing.

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Five. This time, we were lucky you arrived when you did, or the outcome is unthinkable!" Lin Shiming said gratefully, remembering that if they had been just a moment later, he had no doubt that the Purple Mansion talisman could have killed many of the Lin Family.

"It was you who made a great contribution, far greater than what Fifth Uncle did!" Lin Houshou also praised, then appeared to recall something and spoke,

"Seventh Great-Uncle wants to see you, go inside for a moment!" Lin Shiming nodded, slowly stood up, but realized his body still ached. He couldn't help but think, perhaps he should find a Body Refining Art to cultivate.

However, remembering that with his Third Spirit Root it was uncertain how long he would take to reach Foundation Establishment, he immediately gave up the idea.

Approaching the depths of the cave dwelling, there were two entrances blocked by stones, and next to one of the large stones, Lin Xianzhi sat in meditation just like the first time Lin Shiming saw him.

"Seventh Great-Uncle!" Lin Shiming bowed and saluted.

Lin Xianzhi opened his eyes and looked at Lin Shiming, examining him up and down and asked,

"How are your injuries?"

The advantage of this was clear too; in the Qingyun Mountain Range, a smaller target was less noticeable while the speed was not compromised.

The Spirit Boat nearly skimmed over the treetops as it flew, the Golden Luan Bird squawked on Lin Shiming's shoulder, and Lin Shiming kept giving directions.

Heading north, the Spirit Boat's speed was terrifyingly fast. After about five or six hours, Lin Shiming could see a small mountain from a distance, its dense spiritual energy particularly striking.

From a closer approach, one could see around the small mountain several corpses draped in yellow robes, their manner of death exceedingly gruesome—every one of them had been horrifically slapped to death with palm strikes.

The ground was scarred with countless ravines, and a large swath of trees was demolished.

"It's ahead!" Lin Xianzhi's eyes lit up, then he looked toward the remaining individuals.

Lin Xianzhi had everyone disembark from the Spirit Boat and proceed with concealed movements.

At this moment, from atop the hill, came the rumbling sounds of roars and the clashing of swords—the battle was obviously far from over.

Lin Xianzhi flipped his hand, taking out five Spirit Talismans from his Storage Bag, giving one to each person.

All five were Second-Rank Superior Grade Spirit Talismans of Concealment, with excellent effects in shielding one's Divine Sense. Of course, for Foundation Establishment Cultivators using their Divine Sense at full strength to probe, the effect would be much diminished.

But at this moment, the Huang Family's cultivators were probably distracted by the fierce assaults of the Territorial Bear!

The group of five each slapped on a talisman and carefully advanced toward the top of the hill.

The closer they got, the more numerous the signs of battle became.

Finally, the scene before them came into view—familiar figures: Huang Kaiyu, and six cultivators at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Level.

These Ninth Level cultivators clearly controlled a formation, continuously bombarding it with various types of Five Elements Spells.

In front of them was a five-meter-tall Territorial Bear, violently slapping at two Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Where the Territorial Bear struck, there were wounds, and where the earth spells in the form of Spirit Armor covering its fur were hit, there were holes. Intermittent stabs of earth would come forth, but were blocked by the sparkling shield held by Huang Kaiyu.

The Territorial Bear was clearly at a disadvantage, and the state of the Huang Family members was also extremely poor.

The Lin Family members could not have arrived at a better time.

Lin Shiming, recalling the matter of Peach Blossom Valley, suddenly thought of a phrase.

Vengeance may be delayed, but the hour of reckoning will come!