"Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm?"

Lin Jinglong's eyes widened in shock.

Then, something extra suddenly appeared in his mind, all of which originated from the insights of this last sect leader.

The complete version of the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm has been obtained!

"As long as we follow the steps and complete the remaining eight Heavenly Silkworm Transformations, reaching the Martial Emperor realm will be a piece of cake!"

A slight ripple stirred in Lin Jinglong's heart.

At that moment, a burst of crimson spiritual light shot out from around him, startling many people nearby.

The Qian family patriarch watched this scene unfold.

His white beard trembled.

“That kid Qian Fusong has indeed lived up to the family’s expectations. Lin Jinglong is the greatest opportunity in the ruins, while we have no chance to seize the immortal inheritance in this hall.”

Qian Rushan thought to himself silently.

If they want to seize this opportunity, there is only one way: to kill Lin Jinglong before the bronze gate opens.

Otherwise, no one can out-steal him!

But, in that previous situation, even without Lin Qingshuang and her husband's intervention, would they have been able to kill Lin Jinglong?

Qian Rushan glanced at the people from Dark Star Auction House.

"There is a chance, but as long as the people from Dark Star Auction House are willing to fight desperately, they can buy Lin Jinglong enough time to open the bronze gate."

Although they had many high-level martial artists under their command, with Li Changkong risking his life to cover them, and with Lin Jinglong's mastery of the Lin family's secret techniques, their numbers could not be converted into a combat advantage.

On the contrary, it might give Lin Jinglong an advantage.

"Perhaps our Qian family really did make the right bet!"

Qian Rushan transmitted his voice to the others present.

Qian Fuhai and Qian Duolu, among others, had complex expressions. Seeing the spiritual light emanating from Lin Jinglong, they knew that he had already obtained the inheritance of the immortal sect.

"Ancestor, haven't we just made a wasted trip?"

Qian Duolu said, somewhat unwillingly.

Along their journey, the three families of Duobao set up dozens of restrictions for Lin Jinglong, allowing him to travel unimpeded.

We arrived at the dark hall.

Lin Qingshuang and her husband also stood up for Lin Jinglong.

The Qian family, on the other hand, didn't gain any benefits whatsoever.

"What do you good-for-nothings know?"

"Opportunity, opportunity, it all depends on chance and fate!"

"We've chosen the right side this time. When Mr. Lin rises to great heights in the future, will he forget the Qian family?"

"Doesn't that mean it all depends on Lin Jinglong's mood?"

Qian Duolu still couldn't quite understand.

Qian Rushan cursed his grandson inwardly for being so ignorant, not even knowing how to curry favor, and for being so short-sighted!

And at this time.

Hu Suowei saw a spiritual light emanating from Lin Jinglong.

His eyes flashed, and he sent a telepathic message to the Hu family members in the Extreme Yin Hall on the mountainside, instructing them to take action against Lin Qingshuang and her husband immediately.

He then secretly transmitted a message to Luo Xingzu.

"Elder Luo, are you just going to stand here and watch?"

"Otherwise what?"

Luo Xingzu was feeling somewhat depressed.

After all, it took him seven days to break the restriction.

Lin Jinglong broke it in just a short time.

That's a complete slap in the face to him!

"Our Hu family will help your Luo family seize the inheritance of the immortal sect!"

"You're really that kind?"

Luo Xingzu suddenly became interested.

Hu Suowei sneered, "Don't trust us? What we're after is the souls of Lin Qingshuang and her husband. As long as the Luo family is willing to help, we'll gladly give you the immortal sect's inheritance!"

"But Lin Jinglong is the one whose successor is recognized by the immortal sect!"

Luo Xingzu was somewhat helpless.

But Hu Suowei just silently shook his head.

"You're getting stuck on this. Although the immortal sect's inheritance will only be given to Lin Jinglong, as long as we capture Lin Jinglong, can't we force him to hand over the inheritance?"

Luo Xingzu turned his head to look at Lin Jinglong's back.

A look of greed appeared in his eyes.

"Capture him and force him to hand over the inheritance?"

"And don't forget, the five great imperial blood families, including the Lin family, the Qin family, and the Zhuge family, have always coveted Lin Jinglong because he possesses other immortal techniques."

Luo Xingzu nodded repeatedly after being reminded.

He also knew that Lin Jinglong had mastered more than one immortal-level cultivation technique. If they could seize them all, they would make a huge profit!

"How so?"

"Let's do it!"

Luo Xingzu grinned maliciously.

He immediately sent a telepathic message to Luo's subordinates.

There are also other scattered forces that need to join forces to seize Lin Jinglong's immortal techniques. If they succeed, they will also share the benefits with other forces.

The situation is changing rapidly!

Hundreds of martial artists immediately prepared to attack!

Qian Rushan's expression suddenly changed drastically.

He and Li Changkong stood in front of the crowd.

What do you want to do?

Qian Rushan watched the surging crowd warily.

The Qian clan members, along with Li Changkong's group, guarded the entrance to the bronze hall, blocking the Hu family, the Luo family, and other scattered forces.

Nearly three hundred people split into two factions.

Hu Suowei said with a sneer, "Old Qian, I remember that your Qian family isn't good at facing enemies head-on, is it?"

"The Hu family does these things for you."

"Don't do anything rash."

I could hear the threat in his words.

Qian Rushan's expression was tense.

Of the three surnames of the Duobao clan, only the Hu family excels in direct combat, and they also possess the ghost-controlling techniques they have mastered.

Their actual combat strength is no weaker than that of the Imperial Blood Clan!

Hu Suowei took out a cloth bag from his sleeve, and a gust of cold wind suddenly swept outside the hall.

Three ghostly figures appeared in front of him.

"They're all at the eighth rank!"

Mr. Qian and the people from the auction house looked tense.

The three ghosts in front, dressed in funeral shrouds, exuded the aura of eighth-level martial artists. Moreover, ghosts are even more difficult for righteous martial artists to deal with.

Unless one's own soul is extremely powerful.

Alternatively, one could use unorthodox methods such as talismans to deal with it.

"What Hu did!"

What exactly do you want to do?

"Are you not even going to give face to the Qian family?"

Qian Rushan also issued a warning.

But Hu suddenly burst into laughter.

He stared coldly at Qian Rushan.

"The three families have stood together for many years, but your Qian family produced a traitor, Qian Rusong, who has disgraced the Duobao clan. Now you are even standing against the Hu and Luo families. You are getting more and more confused as you get older!"

Hu Suowei was already an eighth-level martial artist.

In addition, there are the three eighth-tier Yin spirits under his control.

With the Luo family and many powerful figures standing behind him, the Qian family had completely overwhelmed the Qian family on the spot.

Hu Suowei looked extremely smug.

"However, your Qian family has also done one good thing, which is to cultivate Qian Rusong, a traitor, and the Lin family's Qing Shuang Martial Emperor."

"The souls of the two of them after their fall."

"We, the Hu family, are determined to win!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Rushan's beard trembled again.

"You planned this all along?"

He suddenly realized.

The Hu family had begun preparations before the bronze gate was opened, and Lin Qingshuang's earlier appearance had ignited their greed.

at the same time.

Outside the Jiyin Hall, located halfway up the mountain.

Nearly a hundred members of the Hu clan, holding ritual implements and soul banners, set up a grand array to ward off ghosts.

"Bring me that ninth-grade ghost-controlling talisman!"

"It was a middle-aged man at the head of the group who said in a low voice."