"We vow to follow the Sect Leader to the death."

In the Flying Spirit Gate, all the ordinary disciples knelt down. In their hearts, they had already accepted Li Lin as their Sect Leader. They wouldn't have accepted anyone else.

The disciples of Zhou YuHou also knelt down. The remaining three disciples of Huang HaiBo, after exchanging glances, also knelt down in front of Li Lin in a somewhat panicked manner.

"I know the three of you were unaware of your master Huang HaiBo's plot against the previous Sect Leader. I won't make things difficult for you and will treat you equally in the future," Li Lin reassured the three disciples.

"Thank you, Sect Leader," the three expressed their gratitude, visibly relieved.

Looking at everyone, Li Lin smiled slightly, pleased to have resolved two problems at once. He decided that from now on, the Flying Spirit Gate would be his first step of power, aiming to elevate it to a top-tier force someday.

"Chang Lei, Hu NanSheng, Chen XinJie, all three of you are Martial Soul practitioners. Since you have surrendered to the Flying Spirit Gate, and we need people, how about you take up the position of elders in my Flying Spirit Gate?" Li Lin proposed to the three elders, having learned about them from the memories of the Black Sword Sect disciples he had absorbed.

"Thank you, Sect Leader," the three gratefully accepted, relieved they had made the right choice in expressing their allegiance earlier.

"As for Elder Dong, holding the position of an elder seems an underuse of your talents. I invite you to be the Grand Elder of the Flying Spirit Gate," Li Lin suggested to the Soul-Calling Poisonous Marshal Dong WuMing.

"Whatever, you decide," Dong WuMing said indifferently, not knowing when he had moved to Li XinTong's side, holding his beloved disciple's hand.

"Then it's settled," Li Lin said with a slight smile, secretly planning. The higher the position, the greater the responsibility. It was rare for the Old Poisoner to be in a good mood today. The Flying Spirit Gate would still rely on him for a while; he couldn't let him leave.

Li Lin then instructed Zhou YuHou, Chang Lei, Chen XinJie, and Hu NanSheng to take the disciples to take over the Black Sword Sect.

The Black Sword Sect still had about a hundred disciples with lower strength, and without any strong figures, they just needed to be taken over. The territory of the Black Sword Sect would naturally belong to the Flying Spirit Gate.

This battle greatly invigorated the disciples of the Flying Spirit Gate, who dispersed only after Li Lin's instructions.

At night, a gentle breeze blew, and darkness enveloped the land. The day's killings in the Flying Spirit Gate had dissipated with the wind.

In the residence, in Li Lin's room, brightly lit, a low table held a bottle of fine liquor and several dishes for drinking.

Soul-Calling Poisonous Marshal Dong WuMing and Li Lin sat cross-legged, facing each other. Dong WuMing said, "You finally figured it out today, didn't you?"

"Thank you, Elder Dong, for today. I'll drink first as a gesture of respect," Li Lin said with a slight smile, downing a cup of liquor that was fiery upon entry. The liquor of this otherworld, though not as mellow as in his previous life, was much more potent, feeling like a fire spreading in his guts.

"To be honest, with just the Flying Spirit Gate, do you really think you can impress me in ten years?" Dong WuMing asked mildly, pouring a cup of strong liquor into his mouth.

"Yes, I just need time. In ten years, I'm confident," Li Lin said softly, confident that with the Yin Yang Spirit Martial Technique, his strength would reach a new height in ten years, allowing him to create a new Flying Spirit Gate.

"Ten years is neither short nor long," Dong WuMing commented, downing another cup of liquor and then looking at Li Lin, "Have you considered that the Flying Spirit Gate is only on the edge of the ancient domain? This isn't even the real ancient domain. The real ancient domain is chaotic beyond your imagination, with many people even I have to be wary of. Your current strength is just at the Martial Master level. I remember you were only a Martial Warrior in the Misty Mountain Range. Your strength has grown fast, but you only have ten years. Are you ready to face the ancient domain?"

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Li Lin looked at Dong WuMing, swallowed another cup of strong liquor, and said, "A true man should strive for supremacy in the world. Since I've chosen this path in this life, then let it be a life of golden armor and iron horses, swallowing thousands of miles in ambition. What if war and chaos arise?"

"Such grand ambition in a world of smoke and war, but remember, this is a world where the strong prevail, especially in the ancient domain, where the mighty carve up territories. What makes you think you can dominate the world?" Soul-Calling Poisonous Marshal stared at Li Lin.

Li Lin downed another cup of strong liquor, stirring his boiling blood, an invisible aura spreading around him, "With ambition in my heart, I vow to turn a tiny flute into a long sword. I'll laugh wildly, startling guests from all directions. Bravely, I'll head towards the Tiger Mountain in rage. Unafraid of blood rains driven by fierce winds, I'll sing a heroic song that clears the skies for thousands of miles. Why bow down alone in this vast world? To overturn the heavens and earth is to comfort my life. Saddle the horses, roll out the war drums, and let the golden bells shake the heavens. Battles will stir the world, and on the day of triumph, the hidden dragon will ascend and sweep the skies. With gallant spirit piercing the sun and moon, I aspire to turn into a mighty eagle."

As his words fell, Li Lin drank another cup of strong liquor, his eyes turning a deep red.

"Hahaha..." Soul-Calling Poisonous Marshal Dong WuMing burst into laughter, his usually cold aura seemingly awakening. Watching Li Lin, he said, "Good lad, what a spirit! 'Golden bells shake the heavens, battles stir the world.' You've stirred some excitement in these old bones of mine. Ten years, I'll accompany you in your madness for these ten years."

"Elder Dong, you won't regret this in ten years," Li Lin said.

"I believe you're not just a common fish in the pond. But right now, the Flying Spirit Gate is still too weak. Do you have any plans?" Dong WuMing inquired.

"I do have some plans," Li Lin responded, sharing in detail about the secret chamber left from the heyday of the Flying Spirit Gate.

"I didn't expect the Flying Spirit Gate had such a thing. It seems you've been eyeing the secret chamber for a while. Otherwise, given the current state of the Flying Spirit Gate, I doubt you'd have been interested," the marshal commented.

Li Lin smiled slightly. Without the secret chamber mentioned by Zheng Ying, he indeed wouldn't have been interested in the Flying Spirit Gate. That's why he was determined to take it over. If the items in the chamber could really help the Flying Spirit Gate rise again, it would save him a lot of time.

"Tomorrow, I'll open the secret chamber," Li Lin declared, showing a key, the one from Huang HaiBo's spatial bag. The other two keys were with Zheng Ying and Zhou YuHou, so the secret chamber could be opened tomorrow.

"I'll also take a look tomorrow. I want to see what the Flying Spirit Gate has left behind that could revive it," Dong WuMing stated.

The next day, in the Flying Spirit Gate's main hall, only Li Lin, Dong WuMing, Zheng Ying, Zhou YuHou, Chen XinJie, Chang Lei, and Hu NanSheng were present.

From Zhou YuHou and others, Li Lin learned about the current situation of the Flying Spirit Gate. In yesterday's battle, sixteen disciples died, but including the three hundred thirteen from the Black Sword Sect, the Flying Spirit Gate now had four hundred sixteen people in total.

There were five at the Martial Soul level, four at the Martial Master level, with the highest being a third-level Martial Master and the lowest a first-level. One of them was a disciple of Hu NanSheng. These four young Martial Masters were from the Black Sword Sect; the Flying Spirit Gate originally didn't have disciples at the Martial Master level.

As for the Martial Warrior level, there were more than ninety, and the remaining three hundred were Martial Trainees.

Four hundred sixteen people meant four hundred sixteen mouths to feed. Especially with three hundred only at the Martial Trainee level, Li Lin suddenly felt the pressure. More people don't necessarily mean more power. The Flying Spirit Gate couldn't even sustain its original hundred or so members, and with the addition of three hundred from the Black Sword Sect, expenses had increased several-fold. Fortunately, from Qian BaTian's spatial bag, Li Lin had acquired quite a bit, enough to sustain the Flying Spirit Gate for about three months. But without income, they would be eating into their savings in three months.

"Sect Leader, are you going to open the secret chamber now?" Zheng Ying and Zhou YuHou asked after Li Lin mentioned the plan to open the chamber.

"Yes, Elder Zheng once told me to open it at the last moment. The Flying Spirit Gate almost perished yesterday, and now we are indeed at our last resort. Do the two elders have any objections?" Li Lin inquired.

"I have no objections. The chamber should have been opened long ago," Zhou YuHou said, having long wanted to open the chamber but was opposed by Li Qing and Zheng Ying previously.

"Open it. We are indeed at the last step now. Let's follow the Sect Leader's decision," Zheng Ying agreed without much hesitation, especially after the incident with the Black Sword Sect.

"Then let's go to the secret chamber now," Li Lin announced, eager to see what the chamber contained.