Scene 1 – The Proposal
Morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the Lin Clan's ancestral hall, the fragrance of sandalwood incense curled upward.
The elders sat in two neat rows—faces stern, postures rigid, their robes embroidered with the fading glory of a once-prestigious clan.
At the center, Lin Xian stood alone.
Though young, though once considered frail and insignificant, he now radiated an aura so composed and unshakeable that even the ancient tablets lining the hall seemed to acknowledge his presence. His white hair glimmered like threads of snowlight, and his pale skin reflected the morning sun with a faint divine sheen.
Across from him sat the First Elder—a man known throughout the city as the backbone of the Lin Clan. Sharp-eyed, calm, but with a presence that made men instinctively straighten their backs.
Lin Xian bowed slightly, his words deliberate and sharp.
> "First Elder, I have made my decision. The Great Elder must vacate his seat—and my father, Lin Yuan, shall become Patriarch."
A ripple of stunned silence passed through the hall.
The First Elder's brows lowered a fraction.
Not anger.
Not outrage.
But the caution of a veteran who sensed a storm behind a young man's calm.
> First Elder: "Xian'er, understand this clearly. You are asking to alter the leader of the clan itself. The consequences… will shake our entire lineage."
Lin Xian lifted his chin slightly, eyes sharp as a blade.
> "Our lineage is already broken. The Great Elder's incompetence has dragged us into the mud. Under his rule, we became tools for Zhao Clan… forgotten, mocked, trampled as they wish."
His voice hardened.
> "But now… I possess the means to rebuild everything."
The First Elder's pupils narrowed.
> "What means?"
Lin Xian clasped his hands behind him.
His calm smile was a quiet thunder.
> "Nine Tails Apothecary."
The hall shuddered—not from Qi but from shock rippling through hearts and minds.
The First Elder leaned forward.
> "Explain."
Lin Xian's tone remained gentle, yet unstoppable.
> "Nine Tails Apothecary belongs to me."
"The shop that crushed the Zhao's business."
"The one endorsed by Thousand Veil Chamber themselves."
He took a step forward, the sunlight catching his white hair like halos.
> "If Lin Yuan becomes Patriarch, then Nine Tails will become the foundation of our revival. I offer the clan full access to our pills, trade routes, spirit herb supply, and whatever pill the clans need to rebuild their foundations."
The First Elder exhaled softly. Shock turned into awe—then respect.
> First Elder: "Your ambition… surpasses anything this clan has seen in generations."
He slowly stood up, solemn as a mountain bowing before a rising sun.
> "Very well. I will summon the Elder Council immediately. Let the clan decide its own future."
Lin Xian bowed lightly.
> "Good. May they choose wisely between prosperity… or ruin."
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Scene 2 – The Council of Storms
By afternoon, the Lin Clan's great hall was packed from wall to wall. Every elder, deacon, family head, and influential branch disciple had gathered. The atmosphere was suffocating with tension—the kind that precedes a thunderstorm.
At the high seat sat the Great Elder, Lin Wuji
His expression alone chilled the room—dark, severe, brimming with an authority that had ruled uncontested for years. His aura pulsed subtly around him, a reminder that he was not only Patriarch but a cultivator of formidable strength.
The First Elder stepped forward.
> "We gather today," he announced, voice booming, "to decide whether the Patriarch shall remain… or yield his position to Lin Yuan."
The hall instantly erupted.
> "Impossible!"
"Lin Yuan is crippled—how can he lead?!"
"We owe the clan's survival to the Great Elder!"
"This is madness!"
Then a different voice cut through—steady, unyielding.
Elder Mu, a veteran merchant elder, rose.
> "Survival? You call this survival?"
"Our mines are seized, our allies gone, our shops bankrupt. We have become beggars wearing ancestral robes."
The room fell to uneasy silence.
And then Lin Xian stepped forward.
He did not flare his aura.
He did not shout.
But every eye turned to him, drawn by an invisible gravity.
> "Let us speak plainly."
His gaze swept across the room, piercingly calm.
> "In the past five years, what has the Great Elder accomplished? What prosperity? What victory?"
Silence.
Even those who supported the Great Elder could not answer.
Lin Xian continued.
> "While he bowed to Zhao Clan, I built Nine Tails Apothecary."
"While he traded our dignity for survival, I made the entire city kneel."
"You wonder what makes me qualified to speak?"
He lifted a jade token—the golden insignia of Nine Tails.
Gasps shook the room.
> "The apothecary the city worships—the one endorsed by Thousand Veil Chamber—it is under my control."
Whispers surged like a tidal wave.
> "No wonder Zhao Clan collapsed…"
"Lin Xian… he's the mastermind behind that storm?"
"Thousand Veil Chamber endorsed his shop… this is beyond the clan's reach! The clan never had a chance to cooperate with them before. This is great news!!"
The First Elder's measured nod confirmed every word.
And suddenly, the council shifted like a mountain changing position.
One by one, jade plaques were raised.
> "I vote for Lin Yuan."
"For Lin Yuan."
"For Lin Yuan!"
The majority formed quickly and overwhelmingly.
The Great Elder's face drained of color.
> "You—YOU DARE STRIP ME OF MY TITLE?!"
The First Elder's tone was resolute.
> "By majority vote, Lin Yuan shall assume the Patriarch seat within three days. Lin Wuji, your authority is hereby revoked."
The air trembled with suppressed energy—no one dared breathe.
The storm had only just begun.
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Scene 3 – Fury of the Great Elder
> "NO!"
The Great Elder's roar cracked like thunder.
A violent surge of Spirit Qi erupted from him, whipping the hall into chaos. Scrolls flew, robes snapped like banners, disciples stumbled back in fear.
> "You think I will surrender everything to a cripple?! To a useless son hiding behind merchants and women?!"
Before anyone could react, he struck.
A palm of crimson Qi blasted toward Lin Xian with murderous intent.
Lin Xian didn't even raise a hand.
He simply looked at the incoming attack—calm, cold, unwavering.
A silver burst cleaved through the air.
BOOM!
The First Elder appeared in an instant, intercepting the crimson palm head-on. Energy rippled outward like exploding waves.
> First Elder: "Lin Wuji! You dare shed blood in the ancestral hall?!"
Great Elder: "OUT OF MY WAY! YOU'VE ENVIED ME FOR DECADES!"
First Elder: "Envy? You are naive, if I wanted your position I can take it ages ago, but I am not interested in politics!"
Their auras collided—two Spirit Realm powers clashing like titans.
The floor cracked.
Walls trembled.
Disciples fled, shielding their eyes from the spiraling Qi.
Palm met fist.
Energy thundered.
Shockwaves shattered stone.
Neither gained an inch.
Finally, both were forced back—robes torn, breathing heavy.
The First Elder straightened, voice like ice.
> "Enough. Defy the council again, and clan law will execute you."
The Great Elder trembled with rage.
His finger pointed toward Lin Xian, shaking with hatred.
> "You think you've won, boy?"
"Then hear me—this clan will drown in the storm you've unleashed!"
With that, he stormed out—his rage a swirling storm in his wake.
The hall quieted, the echoes of battle fading slowly.
Lin Xian watched him leave, expression unreadable—neither victory nor fear, only deep, calculating silence.
Then he turned.
> "Let him go. He is a dying old man."
The First Elder studied him for a long moment… then nodded slightly—not as an elder to a junior, but as a warrior to a rising star.
> "Lin Xian… it seems our clan finally has someone worthy of its name."
Lin Xian's lips curved slightly, serene and resolute.
> "This is only the beginning."
"The Lin Clan will not simply rise…"
"It will leave a legacy that spans generations."
And with those words, the rebirth of the Lin Clan truly began.