Lin Tian saw the eight characters on the note, his brows furrowing tightly. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand their meaning; on the contrary, he grasped it immediately.
“What kind of divine skill requires self-castration?”
Lin Tian hesitated, unwilling as a man to take such a step.
He still dreamed of becoming a saintly powerhouse one day, marrying hundreds of women, surrounded by beautiful wives and concubines, living in bliss.
Moreover, he had his sights set on tasting Yun Xi’s charms here.
After a moment’s hesitation, Lin Tian made up his mind, muttering, “I’ll check further ahead first.”
He pocketed the note and continued forward.
Soon, he saw three more glowing characters.
“Inheritance Four!”
As before, beneath the glowing words sat a wooden chest.
Lin Tian rushed over, opened the chest, and found another note inside.
“One slash severs the root of life and death, two hands subdue heaven and man!”
Lin Tian marvelled, “Truly worthy of a saintly powerhouse, such domineering words.”
But then his brows knitted together again.
“The saint’s intent is still about self-castration!”
Lin Tian was utterly unwilling, yet the saint had left two notes, both explicitly stating that self-castration was required to practice the divine skill.
What to do?
Should he wait for his master to arrive?
“No, if Master comes, I won’t get to practice the divine skill.” Though Lin Tian was the disciple of the Sixth Elder, he had his own ambitions.
If he could obtain the saint’s inheritance, he could become a saintly powerhouse in the future, perhaps even the youngest saint in the Yin-Yang Sect’s history.
Moreover, if the Sixth Elder knew he had secured the saint’s inheritance, he would value him even more and nurture him fully.
“But, do I really have to castrate myself?”
Lin Tian fell into hesitation.
At almost the same moment, inside the Purple Mountain, Fairy Hundred Flowers, immersed in a blood pool, radiated divine light, as if countless deities surrounded her. A phoenix shadow appeared above her head.
This scene persisted for a while.
“Buzz!”
The blood in the pool suddenly flowed rapidly, then solidified, transforming into a red battle robe that seamlessly covered Fairy Hundred Flowers’ body.
The phoenix shadow above her head vanished.
“Swish!”
Fairy Hundred Flowers flew out of the blood pool, her long hair blood-red, exuding a powerful aura, like an empress descending, filled with boundless majesty.
Her nirvana complete, she had successfully forged the Phoenix Body!
“Palace Master, you succeeded?” Lüluo asked.
“Yes,” Fairy Hundred Flowers nodded slightly.
“That’s wonderful!” Lüluo exclaimed with joy.
“Congratulations!” Ye Qiu said with a smile, genuinely happy for Fairy Hundred Flowers, who had endured great torment to forge the Phoenix Body.
“Thank you,” Fairy Hundred Flowers replied with a gentle smile, her eyes brimming with tenderness.
“Fairy, what does it feel like to forge the Phoenix Body?” Longbrow True Man asked curiously.
In his eyes, aside from her changed hair, aura, and the battle robe, Fairy Hundred Flowers seemed largely the same.
“It feels incredible.”
Fairy Hundred Flowers explained, “My bones can now withstand a strike from a sacred artefact.”
“Moreover, my cultivation talent and speed have increased over a hundredfold.”
“Not only that, through the tempering of the phoenix’s true blood, I’ve gained the phoenix inheritance from my bloodline.”
Hiss—
Longbrow True Man gasped.
Wasn’t this too heaven-defying?
Fairy Hundred Flowers sighed softly, “It’s a pity my current cultivation is too weak. I can’t yet practice many of the secret techniques in the phoenix inheritance.”
Ye Qiu comforted her, “Don’t rush, take it step by step. You’ll have plenty of time in the future.”
“Yes,” Fairy Hundred Flowers agreed, then, ignoring Longbrow True Man and Lüluo’s presence, she planted a kiss on Ye Qiu’s cheek, openly displaying affection.
Longbrow True Man and Lüluo exchanged glances, stunned.
Truth be told, Ye Qiu was caught off guard, looking at Fairy Hundred Flowers in disbelief, thinking, “When did she become so bold?”
“Little rascal, what’s going on?” Longbrow True Man winked at Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu pretended not to notice, quickly changing the subject, “How did the blood in the pool turn into a battle robe? So strange.”
As he spoke, Ye Qiu approached the pool, looking at its dried-up state. An idea struck him, and he pulled out paper and a brush, wrote a few words, and tossed the note into the pool.
“Since Yue’er has forged the Phoenix Body, we should leave quickly to avoid complications,” Ye Qiu said.
Lüluo agreed, “Young Master Ye is right. There are Transcendent Realm powerhouses outside. If the grand array collapses, they’ll rush in, and if they see us, we’ll be in trouble.”
Longbrow True Man added, “We can’t stay here long, let’s go.”
Fairy Hundred Flowers took Ye Qiu’s hand, saying, “Let’s go!”
The group prepared to leave.
Just then, a powerful aura approached.
“Trouble, someone’s coming,” Ye Qiu’s heart jolted.
“We’ll fight our way out,” Longbrow True Man suggested.
“The situation’s unclear, don’t act yet. Let’s hide first,” Ye Qiu said, leading everyone to hide behind a stone statue.
The statue was massive, easily concealing their figures.
A moment later, Ye Qiu saw a young man rush in.
The man, in his thirties, wore a grey Taoist robe, with sharp brows and starry eyes, a long sword strapped to his back.
It was none other than Lin Tian, the seventeenth holy son of the Yin-Yang Sect.
Entering the Purple Mountain, Lin Tian saw the stone statue and the words “Ultimate Inheritance,” his heart pounding with excitement.
“Master was right, I’m destined for great fortune. I’ve found the saintly powerhouse’s ultimate inheritance, haha…”
Lin Tian laughed wildly.
Behind the statue, Ye Qiu and the others exchanged glances, chuckling silently.
Fool, we’ve already taken the inheritance!
Lin Tian strode to the statue. Since the saint’s grand array had been devoured by a mysterious egg, he faced no obstacles.
He noticed a pool with a note inside.
Lin Tian reached out, and the note flew from the pool. He read it, finding a few sentences.
“The ultimate inheritance is a supreme divine skill. To access it, you must first castrate yourself!”
What?
Lin Tian’s brows furrowed. Self-castration again?
What to do?
If he castrated himself, he’d lose the joys of manhood. If he didn’t, he’d miss the divine skill.
Lin Tian was torn.
For a moment, silence reigned.
Ye Qiu peeked at Lin Tian, seeing him pondering the note. After a while, as if making a monumental decision, Lin Tian exhaled, raised his right hand, fingers forming a blade.
“No way, is he really…?”
Before Ye Qiu could finish the thought, Lin Tian’s hand slashed down.
The next second, blood soaked the space between Lin Tian’s legs.
