Lin Tian, despite being the seventeenth holy son of the Yin-Yang Sect with extraordinary cultivation, nearly collapsed from the pain after delivering that slash.
After all, it was a man’s most vulnerable spot.
“Hmph!”
Lin Tian grunted, looking at the stone statue and the dried-up pool, but saw no divine skill.
“What’s going on?”
“I’ve done as the saintly powerhouse instructed. Why hasn’t the divine skill appeared?”
“Could it be that the saintly powerhouse knows I’m cutting corners?”
Indeed, Lin Tian had been cautious. With his level of cultivation, even after self-castration, he could easily recover.
That was why he had decisively swung the blade, hoping to obtain the divine skill left by the saintly powerhouse.
After waiting a while with no sign of the divine skill, Lin Tian muttered, “Does it have to be more thorough?”
He hesitated.
If he went further, even with his current cultivation, or even if he reached the Transcendent Realm, recovery might not be possible unless he became a saint.
In other words, if he did this, he would have to become a saint to restore his body and manhood.
“Must it really be so thorough?”
“Isn’t the cost too great?”
Lin Tian wavered for a moment, then suddenly saw the light.
“Those who achieve greatness don’t fuss over trifles.”
“The path of cultivation defies the heavens. For millions of years, which saintly powerhouse didn’t endure countless trials before achieving sainthood?”
“Some lost their families, their sects were destroyed, others faced inhumane torment, nearly perishing. Compared to them, what’s a mere self-castration?”
“Besides, as long as I obtain the saintly powerhouse’s divine skill, I’ll surely become a saint. Once I do, my body can be restored.”
With this thought, the hesitation in Lin Tian’s eyes vanished, replaced by firm resolve.
He stretched out his right hand.
“Clang!”
The sword on his back unsheathed.
Instantly, a terrifying sword aura filled the entire interior of the Purple Mountain.
Ye Qiu and the others, hiding behind the statue, felt a chilling dread, their hairs standing on end.
This sword aura was simply too terrifying.
Ye Qiu stole a glance at the sword in Lin Tian’s hand. It was about three feet long, one inch and two-tenths wide, one side white, the other black, with yin-yang energies swirling on it, appearing extraordinarily exceptional.
“Could this guy be from the Yin-Yang Sect?”
Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed.
At that moment, Lin Tian suddenly struck, thrusting the sword between his legs.
Blood gushed out instantly.
“Ah!”
Lin Tian cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground, hands clutching his crotch, his body curled like a shrimp.
Man, this guy’s ruthless.
Ye Qiu’s eyelids twitched.
“Ahhh!”
Lin Tian screamed a few more times, then slowly rose from the ground, his gaze fixed on the statue and the dried pool.
Where’s the divine skill?
Why hasn’t it appeared?
Lin Tian couldn’t comprehend it. After a moment’s thought, he knelt before the statue.
“This junior is Lin Tian, the seventeenth holy son of the Yin-Yang Sect, paying respects to Senior.”
He kowtowed three times, then said, “This junior has followed Senior’s instructions. Please, Senior, where is the divine skill?”
No response came.
“Would a saintly powerhouse deceive me?”
A sudden thought struck Lin Tian, but he shook his head fiercely, saying, “A saintly powerhouse would never deceive me. We have no grudge, and he has no reason to trick me.”
“Senior, where exactly is the divine skill?”
The statue remained silent.
“Senior, Senior, Senior!”
Lin Tian called out several times with no reply, then seemed to realise something, saying, “Senior refuses to tell me, surely to test me.”
“Self-castration is only the first trial. The second is to find the divine skill.”
“Senior, rest assured, I will find it.”
Lin Tian was full of confidence. He stood and walked towards the statue.
Immediately, Ye Qiu and the others behind it grew tense.
If Lin Tian came around the statue, he’d spot them instantly.
“What do we do?”
The group panicked.
As Lin Tian closed to within three metres of the statue, an aged voice suddenly rang out.
“What is the Yin-Yang Sect, to be worthy of my inheritance?”
Lin Tian jumped, halting in his tracks, his eyes warily scanning the statue.
“Senior, was that you speaking?”
He asked tentatively. Though the voice carried no fearsome aura, it was filled with majesty.
“Kneel!”
The aged voice sounded again.
Thud!
Without hesitation, Lin Tian knelt, head bowed, utterly respectful.
Unbeknownst to him, behind the statue, Ye Qiu, Fairy Hundred Flowers, and Lüluo stared in shock at Longbrow True Man.
The statue wasn’t speaking; it was Longbrow True Man.
Seeing their astonished looks, Longbrow True Man winked, as if to say, “Pretty impressive, right?”
Ye Qiu gave a thumbs-up.
Fairy Hundred Flowers made a gesture of admiration.
Longbrow True Man smirked, his expression smug.
Then, Lin Tian’s voice rang out, “This junior is Lin Tian, the seventeenth holy son of the Yin-Yang Sect, paying respects to Senior.”
Longbrow True Man cleared his throat, feigning authority, “I am the Heavenly Phoenix Elder. Upon my passing, I left a wisp of divine consciousness to guard my inheritance, awaiting the destined one.”
Heavenly Phoenix Elder?
Lin Tian’s heart raced. He had heard of the Heavenly Phoenix Elder’s renown, knowing he was an extraordinarily powerful saint in life.
Suppressing his excitement, Lin Tian said, “Senior, this junior has followed your instructions, using the Yin-Yang Holy Sword to sever the root of life and death. Please grant me the divine skill.”
Longbrow True Man continued, “Since you’ve done as I instructed, the divine skill will naturally be granted.”
Lin Tian’s heart leapt with joy.
“But first, you must answer some questions. How did you get in?”
Longbrow True Man was curious. They hadn’t been in the tomb for more than three days, so why were Yin-Yang Sect members here?
Thinking it was the statue speaking, Lin Tian dared not conceal anything. He explained the cracks in the saint’s grand array and mentioned the other sects’ disciples entering the tomb.
So many have come.
Longbrow True Man glanced at Ye Qiu, who made a gesture. Longbrow True Man understood instantly.
“Lin Tian, what is your cultivation?” Longbrow True Man asked.
Lin Tian replied, “This junior is at the peak of the Celestial Cave realm.”
“Peak of Celestial Cave? Decent aptitude, barely qualified to practice my divine skill,” Longbrow True Man said, continuing to impersonate the saint. “What are the cultivation levels of the other sects?”
Lin Tian answered, “Most are at the Golden Core realm. A few leaders, like me, are at the peak of Celestial Cave.”
“Among them, Yun Xi of the Qingyun Sword Sect, Huangfu Qi of the Primordial Sacred Land, and An Ruochen of the Heaven-Mending Sect have cultivated nine celestial caves.”
“Lin Qianqian of the Chaos Sacred Land and Tuoba Ye of the Ancient Sacred Land have eight celestial caves.”
“But none of them are my match.”
This kid’s pretty arrogant.
Longbrow True Man and Ye Qiu exchanged a glance, both sporting sly grins.
