Their rapid progress was entirely due to the resources Lin Yun left behind, a stark contrast to his own journey.
When Lin Yun first arrived on the Cultivation Continent, earning even a single spirit crystal meant risking his life. They, however, could rely on him, easily accessing cultivation resources to advance.
“Lone Wolf, White Shark, stay on the Cultivation Continent and train hard. I’ll arrange more resources to help you improve,” Lin Yun said, smiling.
He held nothing back for them.
Back when Huading Group collapsed on Earth and Lin Yun was hunted, Lone Wolf risked his life to hold off enemies—a memory still vivid. White Shark, too, had faced danger for him multiple times, and Lin Yun remembered it all clearly.
Since becoming powerful, Lin Yun ensured they no longer needed to take risks, only to enjoy life.
He turned to the five women.
As cultivators, their appearances remained unchanged, still stunning, each with her own charm.
“Yun Shang, Su Yan, Jingwen, Ling’er, Qin Shi, I’m sorry it took so long to bring you here,” Lin Yun said, guilt in his voice.
“Lin Yun, after waiting so long to reunite, let’s not dwell on sad things, okay?” Palace Master Yun Shang pouted.
“Alright, alright!” Lin Yun nodded, laughing.
“That’s more like you,” Yun Shang said, her smile radiant.
Though they felt pain inside, they hid it from him.
Zhao Ling said cheerfully, “Lin Yun, Sister Yun Shang has the best talent among us. Using your spirit crystals, she’s reached Third-Order Empty Nether realm. Once she masters one more mystery, she’ll step into Mahayana realm.”
“Really?”
Lin Yun looked at Yun Shang. “Yun Shang, that’s impressive.”
“You moved too fast. I just want to catch up,” Yun Shang said.
“I’ll help you. For mastering mysteries, I’ll find ways to support you,” Lin Yun said, smiling.
He knew Yun Shang’s talent was strong.
Earth lacked resources to aid mystery comprehension, but the Cultivation Continent had them!
“The spiritual energy here is so rich. I’m excited about this world. I’ve decided to stay on the Cultivation Continent permanently,” Yun Shang said, determination on her beautiful face.
Earth’s stage was too small. She wanted to make her mark here, like Lin Yun.
“I’ll fully support your cultivation,” Lin Yun promised.
He then embraced Su Yan, Jiang Jingwen, Zhao Ling, and Qin Shi, catching up with each.
…
For the next half-day, Lin Yun spent time with them, chatting and sharing stories about the Cultivation Continent.
They learned from him how severe the demon beast threat was here!
…
Time flew, and half a month passed.
In that time, Yun Shang and the others began cultivating. Lin Yun provided resources and lent them the Mystery Coffin to help comprehend mysteries.
As for the Chaos Heart, Huo Yuan and his team had been tirelessly searching for clues, but found nothing.
Missing for over a hundred thousand years, locating it was incredibly difficult!
In the Prefecture Lord’s Palace Courtyard.
Lin Yun wielded his sword under the peach tree, moving gracefully.
Over the past half month, he hadn’t slacked in training.
Though unable to use internal energy, he practiced swordsmanship and sculpting daily, alongside using the Dragon Flame Essence.
For someone poisoned, with only decades left and unable to use internal energy, practicing might seem pointless.
Initially, his master, the Wanderer, had urged him to stop, to enjoy a leisurely life instead of pushing himself.
To loved ones, a terminally ill person should savor their remaining time, not ‘work’ hard.
But Lin Yun couldn’t let go. Idleness was more painful than any torment!
He spent half his day on swordsmanship and sculpting, the other half with family and his daughter.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
His sword danced, carrying pure sword intent!
This half month, Lin Yun practiced and sculpted not to improve, but for love of the craft, unlike before when advancement was his goal.
This purity, this shift in mindset, changed the process entirely.
Like a chef cooking for profit, even if he loves it, the purpose taints the act with pragmatism.
Now, free from needing to ‘profit,’ Lin Yun’s swordsmanship and sculpting were driven by passion, unburdened by other motives.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
His sword moved without conscious thought of techniques or forms, guided purely by his heart.
Before, he could never have done this!
“Haha, this is fun!” Lin Yun laughed, a heartfelt smile spreading as he danced.
Over the half month, his understanding of swordsmanship and the way of the sword transformed!
In some ways, it deviated from his prior knowledge and even from sword manuals’ teachings.
But Lin Yun didn’t care. As a cripple with limited time, why bother with conventions?
If it felt right, he’d keep going!
After a while, he stopped, his face slightly pale.
Over the half month, the suppressed soul-severing poison had loosened bit by bit.
Initially painless, the poison’s effects grew, bringing increasing discomfort each day.
Vice Palace Master Yao had warned of this.
“Lin Yun, if you can’t keep going, rest,” Su Yan said, watching him with concern in her eyes.
