Chapter 2150 - Swordsoul Purgatory
Chapter 2150 - Swordsoul Purgatory
Image was sometimes very important!
“Framing your own clan members should be a crime in the Lin Clan’s House Rules, right?”
“It’s at least ten years’ punishment for Lin Jianchen and Lin Xingqing.”
“When the Hall of Discipline arrives, Lin Feng can directly hand over the evidence!”
“He won’t let go of this chance for revenge.”
When Lin Jianchen and Lin Xingqing’s groups heard the whispers, they panicked.
“Come over here, Jianchen and Xingqing.” Tianming beckoned them over with a smile.
Lin Jianchen glared back at him, while Lin Xingqing looked at him with fear.
“Come over.” Tianming put his arms over their shoulders and pulled them over. He turned to the audience and continued, “Everyone, I’ve made a fool of myself. My personal matters have blown up so much that it’s embarrassing. I’ll apologize alongside the two of them.”
Tianming pressed the two down and bowed to everyone. “Also, I want to say something. I’ve come to the Lin Clan not to make enemies with my fellow disciples, but to contribute instead. My strength may be meager, but I won’t slack off! Even if you think of me as just a rich kid, at least think of me as a rich kid willing to contribute to the Lin Clan.
“These two next to me are kids. They heard some rumors here and there and became angry at me. I get it. As their elder, I’ll give them a chance and won’t pursue this at the Hall of Discipline. I hope they can let go of their hatred and work hard on their cultivation so they can repay our ancestors. Also, I’m just a hundred-year-old trash. No need to spend so much effort trying to remove me, it’ll just embarrass us in front of the guests. If you have the energy, cultivate instead!”
Lin Jianchen and Lin Xingqing allowed Tianming to push them into another bow like puppets.
“Good!” Many guests praised Tianming.
“This kid is good. Lin Jianchen wanted to use the hearts of the people against him, but it turned out to be Lin Feng who’s the expert at people’s hearts.”
“That was a beautiful speech. His image in the clan is secure.”
“Many on Ebonia outside of the Lin Clan will also reevaluate this kid after today.”
“He used to be beneath everyone else, as they thought of him as a sinner’s son. Now, if other disciples want to target him, they’ll probably feel bad.”
“He may not have gotten vengeance on Lin Jianchen or Lin Xingqing, but honestly, those two have socially died.”
“He knows what he’s doing, so what did he used to do?”
A lot of eyes were on Tianming now.
“Show’s over. Shop to your heart’s content! My Lin Clan’s goods are all at the best prices you can find!” Tianming advertised like nothing had happened.
“Why’re you all stunned there? Receive the guests!” Tianming pulled Lin Xingqing up.
“Supervisor! I! I…” Lin Xingqing cried.
“Your acting is a bit bad. Learn from me, the king of movies!” Tianming pinched her cheek, causing her to cry out.
“Supervisor, can I really continue working here?” Lin Xingqing had thought she was dead meat.
“Then are you my person or Lin Jianchen’s in the future?” he asked with a laugh.
“Supervisor, I belong to the second branch. My and my sisters’ lives belong to the supervisor.” Lin Xingqing’s knees went weak and she nearly knelt.
“Don’t exaggerate things. Get back to your post. Whether or not I get my salary every month depends on you all,” Tianming said.
“Yes!”
All of the second branch disciples looked at their new young master with light in their eyes.
……
Lin Jianchen and his team were all hiding in a corner of the emporium, unable to tolerate the strange looks. He looked up and saw a woman with black and white hair and an older youth in black and white robes standing in front of him.
“Lin Jianchen, you’re famous now.” Lin Jianjia had a cold smile.
“Little sis…” Lin Jianchen gasped.
“Oh, I’m your sister, am I? We already planned to work together, but you managed to wreck everything when you tried taking credit. Nice.”
“I.…” Lin Jianchen really wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
“Jianchen, you really did something unnecessary today,” the man, Lin Yijian, said.
“Big Brother Jian, who knew he’d be so familiar with the House Rules and the Code of Infinitum? Who knew a twelfth-level solarian could beat me? Don’t tell me you all did.” Lin Jianchen clenched his teeth.
“True, no one could have expected Lin Feng’s power. However, if you’d worked together with us and we directly sent him to the Hall of Discipline, what could he do? And if he’d dueled with Jianjia and I, we could’ve crushed him. So in the end, the fault lies with you, who wasn’t strong enough but wanted to hog all the credit,” Lin Yijian said.
“Worst of all, you let him establish himself. When we act against him next time, we’ll become infamous. That’s the best part. The elders wanted to let Big Brother Jianxing get closer to Lingfeng’s wives, but you promoted him instead.” Lin Jianjia shook her head.
“What’s the problem? Sure, he fought three levels above to beat me, but he’s still over a hundred years old. Jianjia, he’s almost sixty years your senior, but below you in level. He’s nothing.” Lin Jianchen’s teeth were still clenched.
“I don’t know what he is, but you, Lin Jianchen, are a joke.” Done speaking, Lin Jianjia gave him a cold look before leaving with the man.
“Let’s go to Swordsoul Purgatory to take our minds off this,” Lin Jianjia said.
“You want to vent?”
“Yes.”
……
On Brokensword Peak, Dongshen Yue and Lin Xiao, who was stroking his beard, were staring at Tianming, whose face had turned red.
Lin Dan was behind him, doing a reenactment to the best of his abilities. “Even if you think of me as just a rich kid, at least think of me as a rich kid willing to contribute to the Lin Clan.” When Lin Dan was done, he roared with laughter while giving a thumbs up. “Granny, you didn’t see it yourself. At that time, me and the Second Patriarch’s jaws dropped. That kid Lin Jianchen wanted to kill him, but he didn’t take revenge. Instead, he made them lower their heads and apologize to the audience instead. His magnanimous heart won over the audience. Not bad!” Lin Dan seemed to have become an admirer of Tianming’s.