Lin Yun exited the One Thought Clarity Tower, back in the inn room.
“Hm? The beast egg’s stirring?”
He sensed movement from the egg in his storage space.
Probing with divine sense, he saw its cracks multiplying.
He pulled it out, setting it before him.
“Looks like it’s about to hatch, let’s wait and see,” he watched it closely.
The cracks slowly spread.
With time to kill, he grabbed the *Ancient Holy Relics List* from Elder Yin and flipped through it.
*Ancient Holy Relics List.*
1: *Chaos Heart*, birthed at creation from the purest xuanhuang energies, limitless power, whereabouts unknown.
2: *Apocalypse Seal*, forged from Apocalypse Stone, grants terrifying devouring power, vastly boosts cultivation speed, whereabouts unknown.
…
Lin Yun marveled at these ancient treasures.
Not Holy Spirit-grade artifacts, these were cosmic oddities—some natural, some crafted—rare beyond measure, wielding unique, fearsome energies.
At number 96, he froze.
96: *Coffin of Mysteries*, forged by Holy Lord Futian in ancient times, passed through many hands, now lost, massively aids mystery cultivation, making it dozens of times easier.
“This Coffin of Mysteries… it’s my crystal coffin!” he gasped.
He hadn’t realized he owned an ancient holy relic!
No wonder its effects were so potent, speeding up mystery fusion.
Yet it ranked only 96th—its focus on mysteries mattered less to top-tier cultivators who’d mastered them.
Even so, Tribulation masters could use it for fusion.
He stashed the book carefully.
Now he knew the list’s relics—next time he’d recognize them.
*Crack! Crack!*
The egg’s cracks surged.
It shattered.
Huge—hard to hold with both hands—it revealed a four-legged beast.
“Gugu! Gugu!”
It opened its eyes, cooing.
“Looks like a Bai Ze beast, a high-quality one,” Lin Yun mused.
Freshly hatched, it seemed harmless, even cute.
It hopped onto him.
At this level, newborns had basic intellect and mobility, but it was a blank slate.
“Gugu! Gugu!”
Its clear eyes gazed at him, as if calling.
He patted its head, thinking it’d be worth raising—Bai Ze were elite among demonkind.
Still, a master-servant pact might be wise, it being a beast.
Then it climbed his shoulder, licked his face, cooing adorably.
“Forget the pact,” he decided.
Its cuteness nixed the idea.
He’d build trust naturally, like with Little Qinglong—no forced bond, no slavery.
“Little guy, hungry?” He smiled, petting it.
“Gugu! Gugu!”
It nodded, seeming to understand.
“Spirit crystals, you’d eat those, right?”
He offered a hundred.
“Gugu! Gugu!”
It gobbled them joyfully.
In moments, all gone.
“Gugu! Gugu!”
It looked up, eager for more.
“You’re a glutton, here’s a thousand,” he handed over more.
Three minutes, devoured.
“Gugu!”
Sated, it chirped happily, licking his hand.
“Little Bai Ze, how about I call you Xiao Bai?” he asked.
“Gugu!” It nodded eagerly.
It yawned, sleepy.
“Eat and sleep, are you a pig? Fine, nap in the tower.”
He patted it, sending it to the One Thought Clarity Tower.
He stood.
“Time for my next move.”
He left the room, heading downstairs and out to Taifeng County’s Xiaoyao Pavilion.
Inside.
“Sorry, sir, we’ve no Origin Water Lotus in the county city, it’s always in short supply,” the clerk said.
“None, eh.”
Lin Yun wasn’t shocked—just testing luck.
“If you need it, try Dongyuan Prefecture’s capital, might get lucky, but even there, it’s pricey if available,” the clerk added.
“Got it, thanks,” Lin Yun said politely.
With the Fire-Repelling Spirit Grass, an Origin Water Lotus would clinch Water Mystery fast.
Self-comprehension was possible but slow—years, decades, even centuries per rudiment.
Big clans’ prodigies piled resources for speed.
Such items were rare, often priceless on the market.
Leaving Xiaoyao Pavilion.
“Taifeng County’s resources are limited, next stop, Dongyuan Prefecture capital,” he decided.
At his level and goals, this county was small-time—he needed a bigger stage.
His stay was just for retreat.
Decision made, he left for the prefecture capital!
