“Xingyun…” Liu Fengyi giggled as she said, “This girl Luoluo is quite good!”
“It’s a pity she can’t be given a proper title right now… but you must treat her well… ah…”
With that, she laughed and let the maids help her away. Ying Qing, knowing it was time to leave, quietly excused herself as well.
Lin Xingyun turned to look at Xiao Qianluo, who was letting out a long sigh of relief.
It was her first time drinking at a banquet with Lin Xingyun’s mother, so she had been very careful and didn’t dare drink much, afraid of getting drunk and leaving a bad impression on her future mother-in-law.
But now, after seeing Liu Fengyi’s rather… unrestrained behavior, she finally relaxed.
Smack! Lin Xingyun suddenly slapped her.
“Ah! What was that for!” Xiao Qianluo pouted and raised her hand to hit him back.
“Alright, stop pretending to be reserved. My mother and the others are gone now,” Lin Xingyun laughed as he pulled her into his arms and playfully pinched her nose.
“Hoo… I was so nervous!” she said. “But your mother really has… quite a personality!”
“And she’s very nice to me, hehe!”
Xiao Qianluo snuggled into Lin Xingyun’s chest, grinning smugly.
“Tsk, you call her ‘mother’ so smoothly already!”
“Enough snuggling! Let me tell you something serious,” Lin Xingyun said, pulling her upright.
He then told her that the Fourteenth Ancestor intended to pass on an inheritance to her and that he would soon head to the Celestial Pool Holy Land for cultivation. However, he left out the part about being sent to seduce the Celestial Pool Empress.
After listening, Xiao Qianluo became surprisingly quiet and started thinking deeply.
She frowned, hesitated for a long while, but still couldn’t make a decision.
“Forget it. I’ll stay for a few more days,” Lin Xingyun said. “Before I leave for the Celestial Pool, whether you choose to enter the Forbidden Grounds or come with me, I’ll give you a gift.”
He gently stroked her hair as he reassured her.
“Ah? What gift?”
“You’ll know when the time comes.”
“Hmph! Always so mysterious!”
The two drank together until deep into the night. Eventually, Xiao Qianluo became tipsy and returned to her room to rest.
Lin Xingyun took the opportunity to head to the Forbidden Grounds again, intending to ask the Fourteenth Ancestor about how to treat the Extreme Yin Body.
He remembered from Lin Qingzhu’s life script that the only way to fully resolve the drawbacks of her Extreme Yin Body was for her to marry a descendant of the Ye Clan who possessed the Extreme Yang Body.
But there was no way Lin Xingyun would allow that.
A girl capable of birthing a Chaotic Physique, handed over to the Ye Clan?
Did he look like a charity worker?
Heaven never blocks a path. He had to find another way to improve Lin Qingzhu’s condition.
Of course, if an opportunity arose, and he could devour the Extreme Yang Body’s source from the Ye Clan’s descendant with his Swallowing Immortal Demon Art… that would be a brilliant solution!
…
Early the next morning, Lin Xingyun headed straight to the Lin Clan’s Scripture Pavilion.
He was still severely lacking in offensive techniques and needed to make up for that.
It was also a perfect opportunity to “harvest” Lin Chuan again—just a little villain-style psychological blow.
As he stepped into the pavilion, the elder guarding the entrance greeted him with a bow and handed him a wooden plaque after some small talk.
The Lin Clan’s Scripture Pavilion towered a hundred floors high, with countless techniques and divine abilities stored according to cultivation realms. Only the top floor housed Great Emperor-level scriptures and techniques.
Each floor was sealed with restrictions, only accessible through engraved plaques like the one in his hand. No matter how strong one’s cultivation, they couldn’t force their way in without it.
The plaque Lin Xingyun held was carved with the number seventy, meaning the highest floor he could access was the seventieth—reserved for Saint-level techniques and abilities.
“Give me a plaque for the hundredth floor.”
“Hm? Second Young Master, that would violate the rules. With your current peak Spirit Sea Realm cultivation, being granted access to the seventieth floor is already a special exception due to your status…” the elder explained with a frown.
Before he could finish, Lin Xingyun pulled out the jade pendant given by Lin Rong and gave it a little shake.
“Then how about this? Is this against the rules too?”
“This is…”
“Good heavens! The Fourteenth Ancestor?!”
As soon as the elder recognized it, his face filled with shock and fear. Without hesitation, he retrieved a plaque engraved with “100” and handed it to Lin Xingyun with both hands, bowing respectfully.
“Please, Young Master!”
“Heh, even our own people are this afraid of her…”
“And she says she’s not bloodthirsty?”
“She must have been terrifying back in the day…”
Lin Xingyun sighed inwardly.
After taking the plaque, he headed directly for the top floor.
But as soon as he stepped onto the first floor, he heard sword cries tearing through the air from above.
Clang——!
Moments later, countless rays of light shot down like a meteor shower, surging toward him!
In just a few breaths, they arrived before him.
To his surprise, they were all golden manuals and ancient books—treasures of the Scripture Pavilion.
Each one had existed for countless years and had developed its own spiritual awareness. At this moment, they were all radiating sword intent of varying intensities.
All of them were sword techniques and sword-based divine abilities!
Then, as if competing for favor, they opened their pages one after another, offering themselves for Lin Xingyun to observe. It was like a harem of concubines eagerly vying for his attention.
Lin Xingyun casually flipped through them.
He quickly realized the lowest among them were all Great Saint-level sword techniques.
Other techniques at the Saint or King Realm level had also descended from higher floors but were pushed aside by these higher-ranked ones, completely unqualified to receive his attention. Find the original chapter at NovelPing.
Just as he was browsing…
Shing——!
Three more sharp sword cries echoed as three dazzling rays of light surged down from the top floor!
Immediately, all the other books scattered like frightened subordinates before a supreme ruler.
The three rays gently landed before Lin Xingyun and revealed their true forms.
“Mad Demon Emperor-Slaying Sword?”
“Indestructible Sword Scripture?”
“Ten Thousand Tribulations Sword Canon?”
“These three… must be the highest-level sword scriptures in the entire pavilion!”
“If they can suppress even quasi-emperor techniques and Great Saint methods, they’ve definitely reached the Emperor Scripture level!”
As Lin Xingyun sensed the extraordinary aura of these three scriptures, he couldn’t help but laugh at himself.
Although he had cultivated the Sword Soul Emperor Scripture and was already familiar with sword dao, these scriptures wouldn’t be so proactive just because of that meager comprehension.
The real reason was clearly the incomplete Supreme Celestial Dao Sword in his body.
He shared a symbiotic relationship with that sword and could tell it had a terrifying origin. Drawing the attention of a few Emperor Scriptures was child’s play for it.
As expected, the three scriptures, which had initially held onto a bit of pride and reserve, suddenly became proactive upon sensing the Supreme Celestial Dao Sword.
They opened themselves fully, like shy brides letting down their guard, revealing every page for Lin Xingyun to study—desperate to be chosen and cultivated by him.
“Sigh, since you’re all so enthusiastic…” Lin Xingyun muttered.
“Which one should I pick?”
He tapped each of the three scriptures and casually flipped through them, chuckling as he browsed.
Immediately, the three scriptures shimmered with spiritual light, highlighting their most exquisite passages line by line as if shouting, “Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!”
“Just kidding!”
“Only children make choices.”
“Adults, of course, take them all!”
Just as Lin Xingyun reached out to take all three Emperor Scriptures—
“Hmm?” He suddenly felt a faint heat from his dantian.
Focusing his divine sense inward, he saw the Supreme Celestial Dao Sword on his Spirit Sea quivering gently.
The profound runes on the sword’s surface seemed to shimmer and shift.
Soft sword cries echoed from it, as though it were calling out to something.
Then, without a sound, a beam of blue-gold light fell from the very top of the pavilion!
The instant it landed, it burst into brilliance, forming a tangible sword intent.
With one swing, it sliced through everything—
Every sword scripture was flung away, even the three Emperor Scriptures were pushed several meters back!