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Chapter 489 The Protector Forms His Nascent Soul, the Future of the Sect [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

In the main hall.

"Junior brother, you've really been in seclusion for a long time this time."

Seeing Lin Chang'an emerge openly, Fairy Ice Butterfly instantly guessed what was going on and couldn't help but chuckle and tease him.

Lin Chang'an nodded slightly in response.

"One is that I have gained some insights, and the other is that among those who escaped back then, I am the weakest on the surface. If I don't spend more time healing my injuries, how can I convince people?"

Of course, more importantly, it's also an excuse to be lazy so that you can focus on your cultivation.

"I must thank you, Junior Brother, for that fourth-tier ancient beast's demon core."

The fourth-tier demon core of the Xuanming Ice Toad obtained in the secret realm was naturally of great benefit to Fairy Ice Butterfly.

Especially since the Ice Butterfly Fairy originally cultivated ice-type divine abilities, with this ice-attribute demon core, she has finally completed the initial condensation after twenty years.

"Congratulations, Senior Sister!"

Lin Chang'an was somewhat shocked to see that the Ice Butterfly Fairy had just begun to master her supernatural powers, but after thinking about her talent, he could understand.

In the world of cultivation, besides spiritual roots, comprehension is the most unreasonable aspect of talent.

"It's all thanks to this demon core that can contain the cold energy; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy."

Although she had just begun to develop her supernatural powers, the Ice Butterfly Fairy was not arrogant and was well aware of her own situation.

She wasn't being modest; the supernatural powers she cultivated could easily injure her, but with this rare demon core, things were different. Her magical energy underwent continuous experimentation within the demon core, eventually achieving a qualitative change.

"Junior brother, what brings you here today?"

Having spent many years together, the two knew each other's habits very well. Therefore, when she saw Lin Chang'an arrive today, Fairy Ice Butterfly guessed that her junior brother must have come for some reason.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chang'an smiled and, without hiding anything, frankly stated:

"Senior sister, the war has been going on for over forty years now, and the strategic resources of all sides have been almost completely depleted. What little they have left will probably not be easily traded."

"Didn't my senior sister trade for a Nascent Soul artifact before?"

Lin Chang'an's candor brought a smile to the Ice Butterfly Fairy's lips.

With Lin Chang'an's current wealth, it wouldn't be difficult for him to purchase one or two Nascent Soul items from outside.

The problem is that the various forces have been fighting for decades, and their high-level strategic resources have been almost exhausted.

After all, no one knows what tomorrow will bring, so many powerful forces and cultivators either exchange their treasured possessions for spiritual items needed to enhance their strength, or use them for themselves.

Take this Nascent Soul Spiritual Object for example. Normally, a decent one would cost around 50,000 high-grade spirit stones, but now even if you pay 70,000, you might not be able to buy it.

Now that the sword servant is about to form his nascent soul, Lin Chang'an doesn't want to waste his energy searching for him outside.

"A spirit object that has formed an infant?"

The clever Ice Butterfly Fairy instantly realized something and couldn't help but chuckle and nod:
"There are two items in the sect's treasure vault. If you need them, junior brother, please feel free to take them."

The fourth-tier ice-attribute demon core that Lin Chang'an had given her was worth as much as these two Nascent Soul spiritual items.

Lin Chang'an chuckled and nodded, saying, "There's no need for two items. I did have one Nascent Soul Pill prepared beforehand."

He was aware of the Nascent Soul-forming spiritual items within the sect, one of which was the Nascent Soul Condensation Pill. As a fourth-level alchemist, he had been assisting in alchemy over the years, saving a little bit of materials each time.

Over time, he also acquired a Nascent Soul Pill.

Therefore, sects don't need it.

"Junior brother, you really do care about that girl."

Ice Butterfly Fairy teased with a smile, and Lin Chang'an nodded slightly.

Lin Chang'an has neither disciples nor bloodline descendants. The only close person he can count on when he needs to form a spirit object for his infant is the sword attendant who was there after the incident.

Although the two had a close relationship, they maintained proper boundaries in both their personal and professional interactions.

Especially in terms of the development of the sect, the Yuling Sect is not the work of an individual, but rather developed over generations.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, even the Ice Butterfly Fairy would not easily shake the foundation of the sect.

"If Ling'er is about to reach the Nascent Soul stage, Junior Brother should secretly return to the sect. After all, this is the front line, and who knows what might happen here."

"nature."

Inside the main hall, the aroma of tea mingled with warmth, enveloping the two as they chatted and laughed, their cups of tea rising and falling.

Over the years, a special feeling has developed between them, almost like the warmth of family.

……

While the Guardian Alliance was focused on the front lines, Lin Chang'an had already quietly returned to his sect several months after emerging from seclusion.

With a large number of cultivators on the front lines, the once bustling Yuling Sect has become somewhat deserted.

At the foot of the mountain, there are many newly recruited low-level disciples who are still receiving instruction from the sect.

Unbeknownst to anyone, two figures had already appeared inside the cave dwelling of Elder Lin Chang'an.

"The Nascent Soul Pill, the fourth-order Spirit Condensation Incense, the Thunder Tribulation Wood, and the Heavenly Spiritual Qi that you, Ling'er, have all helped. Although this tribulation has taken up a lot of time..."

But it also gives you more time to solidify your foundation.

Inside the cave, Lin Chang'an solemnly gave instructions, while the sword attendant nodded repeatedly, a happy smile playing on his lips.

"Alright, alright. Ling'er and I have become one soul, and she has benefited a lot over the years. The Heavenly Spiritual Qi within her body has become even more abundant."

Furthermore, with the fusion of my soul and spirit, which has already reached the Nascent Soul realm, and nurtured by the ten-thousand-year-old Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Spirit Liquid, the evolution of my bloodline to form a Nascent Soul this time is almost certain. It is far stronger than your foundation back then, Master..."

Just then, a voice in red came from within the sword servant's body, leaving Lin Chang'an speechless.

However, what the woman in red said was true. After all, she had planned her own Nascent Soul formation, and at that time she was just a Core Formation cultivator.

The two cannot be compared.

"Don't worry, Master, Ling'er will definitely not let you down."

The sword attendant nodded firmly, secretly thinking to herself that she would not fall behind this time and would always follow her master.

"Ah."

Lin Chang'an was confident in the sword servant's talent.

Especially after being nurtured by the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Spirit Liquid for ten thousand years, the Sword Servant has now awakened its innate divine abilities, making its potential even stronger.

"Focus on preparing for a breakthrough."

After giving some instructions, Lin Chang'an turned and walked out of the cave.

When she was alone deep inside the cave, she took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the array platform where her master usually cultivated.

"So, now you're experiencing the benefits, aren't you?"

At this moment, within his sea of ​​consciousness, the sword servant looked at the noble figure in red before him and silently nodded.

Over the years, she has integrated with the red-clothed supernatural power and has indeed experienced its many wonderful uses; she can be considered a beneficiary.

"Your talent is not bad, and with my help, you have great potential for the future."

The woman in red gave the other person a meaningful look, speechless at Lin Chang'an.

I'm so lucky to have found such a treasure.

Not only does he possess a divine spirit body, but his talent in swordsmanship is also exceptionally high.

All of the above is already quite good, but this girl is just too stubborn.

Of course, the sword attendant was also lucky to have met Lin Chang'an. Otherwise, the half-demon bloodline in her body could not be fused unless she obtained some kind of spiritual object in the upper realm to promote the fusion of bloodlines.

Otherwise, no matter how great your talent is, if you don't have the opportunity to use it, you will only remain unknown.

"I've fallen too far behind over the years, and I have to catch up."

The sword servant took a deep breath and began preparing to form his nascent soul.

……

No one in the sect knew that the Supreme Elder had returned, and everything was proceeding smoothly.

The Seven Kingdoms Alliance Merchants, led by Xuan Yin Pavilion, arrived at the sect with their goods.

There are also former vassal families within the territory of the Sima clan, who now belong to Lin Chang'an, a Nascent Soul cultivator.

After more than forty years of war, some of these vassal forces were granted favors and developed after proving their loyalty, while others declined during the war.

The world of cultivation is almost identical to that of the mortal realm.

Zongmen Mountain.

"Mei'er, my dear daughter, it was my fault back then..."

A middle-aged, pseudo-Core Formation cultivator dressed in white robes was seen looking at Shen Meier, the current Core Formation cultivator of the Yuling Sect, with a fawning smile.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Shen Meier, who is usually radiant and always has a smile on her face, now has a frosty expression and speaks in a cold voice.

This head of the Fang family was the one who abandoned her mother.

To this day, Shen Meier still remembers her mother's teachings: in the world of cultivation, no one can be relied upon except power.

"Mei'er."

The Fang family head wore an embarrassed smile. He never expected that the daughter born to his wife, whom he had abandoned during the Qi Refining stage, would have such talent.

Now he has risen to become a high-ranking Core Formation Elder in the sect, which is far beyond what he, a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator, can compare to.

Especially after he abandoned his wife and daughter, he built his foundation by marrying into the Sima family.

As it turned out, Sima's daughter was exceptionally shrewish and kept a bunch of male lovers. In the end, he suffered greatly and finally accumulated a lot of spirit stones. Then, amidst the ridicule of everyone, he was divorced.

Unexpectedly, the Sima clan was later wiped out. By a twist of fate, he escaped the calamity and even managed to take a couple of bites from the corpses of the Sima clan, which gave him the opportunity to form his core.

Although it's a fake pill.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, please don't bother me."

Shen Meier looked at the fawning person in front of her with disgust in her eyes. She was no longer that naive little girl.

She knew why this cheap father was trying so hard to please her.

"Oh dear, Mei'er, you have really misunderstood your father. Your father has come here to offer tribute to Elder Lin."

The man laughed shamelessly, while Shen Meier gave a cold laugh.

The territory originally under Sima was conquered by Elder Lin, so naturally, 70% of the annual tribute from these affiliated families had to be given to Elder Lin.

The remaining 30% belong to the sect.

But his adoptive father has never come earlier or later in all these years, but he has to come in these last few years, which clearly means he has some ulterior motive.

"Mei'er, your father was wrong to you back then, but you can't just stand by and watch your brother suffer."

At this moment, the clan chief Fang showed a wronged and guilty expression. Behind him was a hypocritical figure who also looked at Shen Meier with shame and said:

"Elder sister, the mistakes have already been made, and Father has been living in pain all these years."

"What a joke! Your surname is Fang, and mine is Shen. Don't get them mixed up."

Looking at the hypocrisy of this family, Shen Meier showed disgust and annoyance.

"Alright, I'll just be frank with you. I've already used up a lot of resources to form my core, and I even owe the sect a lot for it."

"Fellow Daoist Fang, and young friend Fang, if you're planning to acquire a Core Formation artifact, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

She knew perfectly well that this cheap father was clearly after her, wanting to exploit her to pave the way for her son's Core Formation.

However, upon hearing this, the father and son exchanged a glance and both revealed insincere smiles.

"Mei'er, you've really misunderstood."

"Yes, Father really came here to make it up to you. I heard that the Zhuo family has a genius who recently reached the Core Formation stage, and you, sister, also need support from behind within the sect..."

Fang Qing, his half-brother, wore a hypocritical smile that was almost identical to his father's in its essence—selfishness and self-interest.

On the surface, Shen Meier is just a talented genius within the sect, not yet considered a Nascent Soul seed.

However, they were unaware that Shen Meier had secretly investigated the father and son long ago and naturally knew their purpose.

"For my own good?"

Shen Meier gave a mocking smile, then immediately scoffed with disdain:
"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. The Zhuo family had close ties with the Sima family in the past, and your actions are unacceptable."

To put it bluntly, the Zhuo family wants to use my identity to clear their name, and you've probably received quite a bit of money from them.

She has come this far step by step, and she doesn't simply believe that these so-called relatives she hasn't seen for many years are really here for her own good.

"you!"

After being directly exposed, Fang's father showed a hint of anger, while Fang Qing looked aggrieved.

“Sister, we share the same blood in our veins. Besides, the sect’s resources are limited. If you have the Zhuo family’s support, you can go much further.”

“Yes, Mei’er, you have been cultivating for a hundred years and are no longer the little girl you once were. Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart: the Zhuo family has three Core Formation cultivators, and their foundation is not bad.”

Watching the father and son talking back and forth, both seemingly doing it for her own good.

This hypocritical face truly made Shen Meier laugh.

"How shameless! You two from the Fang family should just leave. I, Shen Meier, grew up in a sect. After my mother passed away, my only family is the Yuling Sect."

Even if she wanted to marry, there were plenty of young talents within the sect and even the Great Qian Dynasty who wanted to form marriage alliances. Did the mere Zhuo family think they could climb up to that level?

At this moment, Shen Meier revealed a haughty sneer, causing the Fang family father and son's expressions to shift between light and dark.

"Besides, you two are probably blinded by the Zhuo family's interests and haven't found out that I, Shen Meier, cultivate poison skills."

Suddenly, Shen Meier gave a strange smile, and some eerie poisonous insects slowly crawled out from her black hair, which immediately frightened Fang Qing and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

These poisonous insects gave him the feeling that they could kill him at any moment.

Just as Shen Meier was looking at these so-called relatives with disgust, she suddenly realized something and her pupils shrank instantly.

His expression changed immediately, and he looked at the two, especially Fang Qing, with a chilling gaze, coldly saying:
“You mere Foundation Establishment cultivators dare to try to befriend me? You can go ahead and slander me, Shen Meier, saying I'm heartless, but you'll have to bear the consequences.”

As Shen Meier sneered, she exuded the terrifying pressure of a Core Formation cultivator, looking down at the two of them with indifference.

"If you dare to bother me again, although I, Shen Meier, am not particularly strong, I can easily cripple a Foundation Establishment cultivator in secret, even someone as weak as you with your pseudo-Core Formation cultivation!"

After the two men, their faces filled with fear and their fingers trembling, Shen Meier simply snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Only after the figures disappeared did the father and son, standing on the stone steps between the mountains, reveal their resentment.

"Father, what should we do?"

Fang Qing's face turned ashen. He knew that if he wanted to go further in the future, or even plan to form his core, these were things that Fang Qing was not capable of doing at the moment.

Mr. Fang's face was also grim, and he said resentfully:
"Don't worry, this brat is just like her mother, a selfish, vicious, and despicable woman who wasted her pretty face."

"If the Zhuo family doesn't succeed, there are many fellow disciples within the sect who covet this girl. I refuse to believe it!"

The Fang father and son spoke viciously, showing no shame whatsoever for their shameless behavior.

In their eyes, only their own interests mattered most.

However, as the two were leaving, they did not notice a black scorpion slowly crawling through the cracks in the rocks in the mountain.

……

Qingzhu Peak.

"Disciple Shen Meier greets the Supreme Elder!"

The barrier rippled, and upon seeing this, Shen Meier immediately showed excitement and hurriedly and respectfully went inside.

After passing through the barrier and arriving at the mountain peak, the Yinchuan Waterfall roared to one side, while inside an octagonal pavilion, a figure was looking at a chessboard at a stone table.

"You're quite quick-witted, managing to spot my return."

"I dare not deceive my master. I usually take care of some spiritual plants around Green Bamboo Peak on my master's orders, and I just happened to find that one Vermilion Fruit is missing."

She wore a light green fairy dress with wide, sheer sleeves that draped lightly over her arms. The skirt was slit at the side, revealing her shapely, long legs. She paired it with matching light green boots. Her eyebrows and eyes were elegant yet had a cool and aloof air, and her almond-shaped eyes had a touch of allure.

Shen Meier is a well-known beauty in the Yuling Sect, no wonder the Fang family father and son value her so highly.

"Oh, it seems to be this gluttonous blue ox."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chang'an raised his eyebrows and glanced at the green ox in the pool below the waterfall, then reprimanded it with his divine sense.

"master!"

The green-horned ox let out a pitiful moo, "You didn't tell me to hide, you only told me to help the young mistress protect the Dharma."

However, Lin Chang'an, who was inside the pavilion, shook his head and looked up at the disciple of Senior Sister Bingdie.

Do you know how to play chess?

"Huh?" Shen Meier was taken aback, but then immediately realized what she meant and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Disciple will."

"That's perfect, let's play two rounds."

Things are very different now. He is only a Nascent Soul Sword Servant, and he is within the sect. With him and the Green Horned Ox protecting him, there is nothing to worry about.

Unlike myself back then, I had to live in fear and take precautions from all sides.

"Yes, uncle."

Shen Meier's eyes darted around as she sat slightly on the edge of the stone stool, slowly picking up a chess piece to begin playing against Lin Chang'an.

But in her mind, she was calculating why Uncle Lin had secretly returned.

Moreover, in the current situation, all the restrictions inside the cave are open, creating a situation of tight restrictions inside but loose restrictions outside.

There's also the Green Ox King at the waterfall, seemingly acting as a protector.

These thoughts raced through Shen Meier's mind, and she seemed to realize something, causing her to nervously swallow.

As Lin Chang'an was making his move, he saw the girl's thoughts and nodded secretly.

No wonder that among so many competitors, his senior sister Bingdie valued this girl highly and even took her as her personal disciple.

Talent is one thing, comprehension is another, and character is yet another.

When this woman first joined the sect, she was not directly accepted as a disciple. She got to where she is today by competing for resources on her own.

There are different circles at lower levels, and the competition among genius disciples is also fierce.

"Now that you've guessed it, then get a closer look and experience it properly. Although you're still far away, you still have to keep looking forward."

As the black piece fell, Shen Meier broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that her thoughts had been seen through.

But this was also a bold attempt on her part. Although the sect's resources were not bad, she was not the only one with a Nascent Soul seed, so she had to compete for it.

Even if this is somewhat risky and might offend this Uncle Lin.

But if she doesn't compete in the cultivation world, she will only become mediocre in the future.

Fortunately, her Uncle Lin was not angry with her cleverness, which was the thing she was most grateful for.

Lin Chang'an was well aware that her cleverness was nothing special; what he truly admired about her was her decisiveness.

It's far better than those who hesitate and wait for a choice to come.

Making a bold choice boils down to either right or wrong.

　I'm having a bit of writer's block. I'll sort it out today and resume 8,000-word updates tomorrow. I hope you fellow readers will understand.

　　
　
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