Eternal Life from Talisman Painting

Chapter 770: Chapter 369: Profound Yin Divine Fire

As she spoke, Yun Yao showed a bold expression while looking at Lin Chang’an, and Lin Chang’an nodded solemnly.

The time they spent together was always short, especially now that Yun Yao, as the Saintess of the Profound Yin Demon Sect, had an exceptionally sensitive identity.

This time, she came to Celestial Spring Peak under orders to arrange dealings with a Transformed Yin Spirit Ghost King in the Ghost Domain, which gave her the opportunity to make this trip.

At the same time, she also came to purify the gradually growing and somewhat uncontrollable Profound Yin Divine Fire within her.

However, before parting, when Lin Chang’an mentioned the situation in the Yue Kingdom, although his tone was light, he couldn’t help but show a look of melancholy upon hearing news about the aging descendants of old friends.

"Yifan is old too; time truly shows no mercy."

Walking out of the cave dwelling, under the peach tree, Yun Yao revealed a hint of nostalgia.

Coming all this way, her old friends had left one by one, and having Brother Lin by her side made her feel very fortunate.

But upon hearing about the descendants of old friends, especially Li Yifan, or rather, Zhou Yifan back then, she had also once guided him.

"Brother Lin, the longer one lives, the fewer attachments there seem to be."

It’s hard to say if that’s their fortune or misfortune.

"Don’t worry, they are doing well in the Yue Kingdom now, and they have me, an elder at the Core Formation Middle Stage in the Profound Sound Pavilion. If Erniu and Shen Lie know, they would surely burst into laughter."

Lin Chang’an teased with a jest, and Yun Yao also smiled.

Yes, at least they are fortunate, protected by an elder at the Core Formation stage, which is something that surpasses ninety-nine percent of the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Finally, they parted ways, and Lin Chang’an stood alone under the peach tree, watching the silhouette disappear again into the horizon, silent for a long time.

"Searching for Yin Attribute Spiritual Fire, I simply don’t have the time right now, so I’ll have to put it aside."

In the pavilion, Lin Chang’an contemplated that all his energy is currently focused on scheming within the Secret Realm.

"Now as a Tier Three Upper Grade Array Master, I could report to this Sixth Elder, but waiting for the best opportunity is undoubtedly the wisest choice."

When his cultivation touches the bottleneck of the Core Formation Late Stage, that would be the best time to report his breakthrough to a Tier Three Upper Grade Array Master.

At that time, wouldn’t it be the perfect opportunity to coax a few pills to break through the bottleneck from this Sixth Elder of the Bihai Palace?

This is undoubtedly the most beneficial choice for him.

For him, the pill is extremely precious, but for a Nascent Soul cultivator, it’s nothing.

Maximizing benefits is his choice.

A Tier Three Upper Grade Array Master with the strength of the Core Formation Late Stage is undoubtedly beneficial for his future plans.

"Moo!"

The Cyan-Horned Bull lay lazily in the pond, and although the spiritual energy on Bibo Island was richer, the perpetually gloomy weather and the somewhat chilly spiritual energy made it prefer here at Celestial Spring Peak.

...

A few days after Lin Chang’an returned to Celestial Spring Peak, people began visiting continuously.

After all, with the current turbulent situation, as someone on Five Dragons Island who was comparable to a Core Formation Late Stage Great Cultivator, Lin Chang’an naturally became an object of favor for many.

"Master!"

On this day, the Sword Servant stood respectfully behind him, having brought all the recent intelligence from the Five Dragons Island Market and the dividends from various shops.

At the same time, the Sword Servant reported that three juniors were here to visit.

Lin Chang’an naturally understood what these three people came for.

The Profound Sound Pavilion was holding a sect tournament, and there were also rumors that Core Formation Spiritual Objects would be granted within.

After a short while, the three arrived respectfully at Celestial Spring Peak.

"Shen Zhuang, Li Tianmo, Zhou Bingxuan, greet Uncle/Ancestor Lin."

After respectfully saluting, Lin Chang’an observed their cultivation levels and nodded to himself.

Among the three, Li Tianmo once surpassed Zhou Bingxuan, becoming the strongest one in cultivation among them.

However, what rises hastily falls just as quickly. Momentary progress doesn’t count for much; being able to maintain and improve steadily is the true measure.

Of course, this doesn’t mean Li Tianmo’s choice was wrong; after all, having more strength in the Immortal Cultivation Realm might allow you to survive unexpected circumstances next time.

Living is the only way to have a future.

There is no right or wrong,

Currently, among the three, Zhou Bingxuan has a solid foundation, progressing with stability. Plus, both her talent and the cultivation resources from the Zhou Family far exceed the other two.

With Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation, she might touch the bottleneck of Core Formation in about ten years.

Li Tianmo, due to his rapid progress, was slightly lacking in sustainability, but his firm will adds points to his favor.

The last one, Shen Zhuang, had just broken through to Foundation Establishment Late Stage; his foundation was solid, but he was still far from Core Formation.

"Not bad, it seems your cultivation hasn’t lagged in recent years."

Lin Chang’an lightly nodded, the juniors dared not show any arrogance, respectfully cupped their hands:

"Uncle/Ancestor Lin, the sect tournament is about to start, and the three of us have been sent to invite you."

Lin Chang’an nodded lightly, without saying much, and slowly stood up as the Cyan-Horned Bull in the pond let out a dull sound.

The Sword Servant followed respectfully behind, and as the wave of mana swept over, the juniors had already landed on the bull’s tail.

The Cyan-Horned Bull tread the air, heading towards the Profound Sound Pavilion, while the juniors looked somewhat awkward.

The words weighing in their hearts remained unspoken.

And Lin Chang’an, his expression indifferent, did not intentionally tease them but instead observed their mindset when facing the opportunity for Core Formation.

There are no free benefits in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, even with the friendship between Erniu, Shen Lie, and Little Junior Sister; after three generations, how much can remain?

If grievances arise, he wouldn’t mind abandoning those greedy beyond measure.

Besides, people often feel entitled to things they get too easily.

While they were pondering, the Cyan-Horned Bull had brought them through the mountains to the Profound Sound Pavilion’s residence.

"Welcome, Elder Lin and Elder Qiu."

The imposing momentum of the Cyan-Horned Bull, a Tier Three Middle Stage Demon, had no cover, making it visible from afar.

The cultivators coming to receive them at the mountain gate greeted them with respect.

The escape light flickered as the Cyan-Horned Bull shrunk to normal size, with everyone landing together.

"Mr. Lin."

Upon landing, the first to welcome him was Xu Lingfeng, who approached with a smiling face, seeming quite amicable.

This scene left Lin Chang’an a bit speechless; this Mr. Xu’s change of demeanor was really quick. He remembered that, before the last sect tournament, this wasn’t the case.

"Mr. Lin, you’re finally here; my senior sister has been waiting for you for a while."

Xu Lingfeng deliberately raised his voice so that the disciples at the Foundation Establishment stage could almost all hear.

None of those who cultivated to Foundation Establishment were fools; they lowered their eyes as if they hadn’t heard anything.

But their thoughts were active, seemingly connecting to those rumors from years past.

"Mr. Lin."

A familiar voice sounded as Meng Xinghai, who had just arrived, greeted with the demeanor of a gentleman.

"Mr. Meng."

Lin Chang’an saw him and didn’t inquire about why he was here for the Profound Sound Pavilion’s sect tournament, while Xu Lingfeng, on the side, showed a sarcastic smile.

"Mr. Lin, I almost forgot to tell you: Mr. Meng here personally escorted a batch of materials, and it just so happens to coincide with our sect’s tournament."

The tone on "just so happens" was emphasized, its implications clear to all who heard.

Yet, with a warm but deep soft chuckle, Xu Lingfeng clasped his hands politely as though he heard nothing—a true master of maintaining appearances.

And Lin Chang’an naturally didn’t want to get involved, at least not on the surface.

But Lin Chang’an previously had a conflict with the Meng Family; his demeanor was obviously indifferent, not letting outsiders find any fault.

Moreover, the Sword Servant showed a cold glint, clenching her fists secretly, coldly snorting inwardly, resolving quietly that she would eliminate this person if she ever had the chance.

Lin Chang’an, too, was pondering whether an opportunity might arise to eliminate this person quietly.

Still, thinking back, True Monarch Lu had already spoken, and he didn’t want to be dragged into this.

"But just because I won’t deal with him doesn’t mean others can’t."

Lin Chang’an’s eyes flickered; many are surely watching this person holding onto the Secret Realm’s fortune.

"Come, come, the sect tournament is about to start; please, my fellow daoists."

Just then, Liu Ruyu arrived. Although she inwardly disliked Meng Xinghai more than Xu Lingfeng, she showed nothing on the surface, smiling and inviting everyone up.

Meng Xinghai also displayed a warm smile, and his words and behavior subtly hinted about the two Core Formation Spiritual Objects the Meng Family possessed.