What does my ancestor's pregnancy have to do with me, a mere servant?

The bluestone bed inside the stone chamber still retains some warmth.

The air was filled with the faint scent of photinia flowers.

Jiang Huaiyue stood up. She tightened the belt of her black brocade robe at her waist and skillfully smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt.

Her long, slender, fair legs were faintly visible through the high slit of her skirt.

A faint blush lingered on her cold, beautiful face, but her eyes had regained their clarity.

"Master, I won't be able to come and keep you company for the next few days." Jiang Huaiyue tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear, her voice carrying a hint of lazy apology, like a well-fed cat whining.

Lin Yuan put on his long robe, fastened the collar, and casually asked, "Why?"

"My master, Sima Duan, is going to become a Daoist couple with Li Lan, the second young lady of the Li family."

"The wedding is in the next couple of days. As my apprentice, I'm in charge of all the arrangements, inside and out."

Lin Yuan paused for a moment as he adjusted his cuffs.

Sima Duan.

This name is renowned throughout the Xuan Yin Sect. He has reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm and is one foot in the Nascent Soul stage. He is also widely recognized within the Xuan Yin Sect as the most promising person to condense a Nascent Soul.

"To become Daoist partners?" Lin Yuan walked to the table and sat down, his tone tinged with amusement. "To hold a wedding before entering the Taixu Secret Realm, quite the refined taste."

Jiang Huaiyue shook her head, a complex expression appearing on her cold and beautiful face.

"It's not a hobby, it's a mission." Jiang Huaiyue lowered her voice, "My master's Sima family has a Nascent Soul ancestor. That is, Sima Lingbo, one of the five Nascent Soul cultivators of our Xuan Yin Sect."

She paused, then exhaled a breath of stale air.

"That old ancestor is nearing the end of his life."

Lin Yuan's eyes sharpened.

A sect with five Nascent Soul patriarchs is like five pillars supporting the sky. If any one of them collapses, a bloodbath will ensue.

This principle doesn't need to be taught. In the cultivation world, power has always been determined by might.

If your family doesn't have a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge, then your family's mines, spiritual fields, secret realm slots, and pill quotas will all be devoured by the other four families like hungry wolves.

If the Sima family wants to maintain its influence and resources within the Xuan Yin Sect, it must send another Nascent Soul cultivator before Sima Lingbo passes away.

This is called a transfer of power.

Also known as – prolonging life.

"That's why this marriage alliance came about." Jiang Huaiyue straightened out the logic. "Li Lan has top-grade spiritual root aptitude and is also a core figure in the Li family. The two families are joining forces, sharing resources, and putting all their chips on my master alone. In half a month, when the Taixu Secret Realm opens, my master and mistress will go in together."

Jiang Huaiyue looked into Lin Yuan's eyes and lowered her voice even further: "At that time, my master will use the ancient spirit-gathering array in the core area of ​​the Taixu Secret Realm, along with the dual cultivation secret technique, to forcibly break through the barrier and step into the Nascent Soul stage."

Lin Yuan remained silent.

Li Lan's face suddenly flashed through his mind.

The woman had a face exactly like Li Yang's. Mature, voluptuous, with shrewdness and aloofness in her eyes.

I only met him once, but he left a very deep impression on me.

Now, both sisters are going to enter the Taixu Secret Realm. However, their identities are worlds apart.

Li Yang went in to find his own opportunity to awaken his nascent soul.

Li Lan, on the other hand, serves as a furnace to help others break through their limitations.

To put it bluntly, he was meant to be a human-shaped elixir for Sima Duan.

Lin Yuan silently sighed to himself: Marriage in the cultivation world is indeed the same as in the mortal world; it's essentially an exchange of resources. The only difference is that mortals exchange dowries and betrothal gifts, while cultivators exchange their cultivation paths.

Jiang Huaiyue took two steps forward, wrapped her arms around Lin Yuan's neck, and pressed her full and soft body against his back.

Warm breath brushed against his earlobe, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance.

"Master," Jiang Huaiyue said in a soft, coquettish voice, "once Master successfully forms his Nascent Soul, the Sima family's position in the sect will be as secure as Mount Tai. As his personal disciple, my status will also rise accordingly. At that time, I can obtain even more good things for you. Spiritual materials, pill formulas, intelligence... whatever you want, I can find a way."

Lin Yuan patted the back of her hand that was wrapped around her neck.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Go ahead and get busy."

He drew his gun without hesitation, offering no mercy.

Jiang Huaiyue paused for a moment. A hint of resentment flashed in her charming phoenix eyes, and she pursed her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

She released her hand, took a step back, and bowed respectfully.

"This servant takes her leave."

The stone gate slowly closed.

Lin Yuan sat in the chair, crossed his legs, and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the armrest.

Jiang Huaiyue hasn't come these past few days. Wen Yuci is Li Lan's disciple; with such a major event as her master arranging a Daoist partner, she must have been drafted as well and couldn't escape it.

have to.

Two top-notch sparring partners took leave at the same time.

But it doesn't matter. Lin Yuan mentally calculated the remaining time and resource allocation.

For the next two weeks, the focus will be on targeting Lin Feilu and Li Yang.

Especially Li Yang, with his late-stage Golden Core cultivation level, the benefits he gained from each face-to-face intensive training far exceeded those of others.

Before entering the secret realm, you must accumulate more attribute points to further improve the quality of your spiritual root.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan took out a dark purple communication talisman from his storage bag.

The surface of the talisman was covered with extremely intricate spiritual patterns, emanating a faint aura of power.

This was left behind by Shen Guiyan before she left. It was a transmission talisman from a Nascent Soul Ancestor.

Lin Yuan placed the sound transmission talisman to his lips.

He cleared his throat.

The next instant, his tone shifted dramatically—from the lazy, utterly nonchalant old man to an extremely sincere, humble one, with just the right amount of helplessness and trepidation.

The acting was superb.

"Grandmaster Shen, your disciple Lin Yuan greets you."

"I spent the whole day in the weapon-refining room and barely managed to refine the Profound Yin Extinction Thunder. In order to have a chance of survival in the Tai Xu Secret Realm and to return alive to serve my master, I plan to refine a few more for my own use."

"However, the ingredients are scarce, and even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice."

"Does Grandmaster still possess any Netherworld Ghost Bones or Yin Abyss Lightning-Struck Wood? If not, other top-grade ores suitable for forging powerful weapons will also suffice."

Lin Yuan paused, then added a sentence.

"By the way, this disciple's vision is shallow, and the magic weapon blueprints and array jade slips I have are all rudimentary. If Grandmaster has any blueprints of high-level magic weapons, or powerful trapping and killing arrays, I hope Grandmaster will bestow a few copies upon this disciple so that I may study them."

Finally, he concluded in an extremely sincere tone.

"The stronger I become, the more secure my master's opportunities will be. I will never dare to let my master down."

After uttering the last word, Lin Yuan released a burst of magical power from his fingertips.

The sound transmission talisman transformed into a streak of purple light, escaped from the cave, and disappeared.

Lin Yuan lowered his hand, and the sincere and humble expression on his face vanished instantly.

Since Shen Guiyan has placed her bets on him, the initial investment must be maximized. If you don't invest, how can I generate returns for you? That's called venture capital.

Otherwise, in half a month, the secret realm will be full of geniuses and old monsters in the late Golden Core stage. How can a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator like him fight against them? How can he use his face to block their magic weapons?

Besides, for Shen Guiyan, a Nascent Soul Ancestor, this little bit of stuff is nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

pull out.

They squeezed every last drop of profit.