My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Wang Yutang felt a warm current flowing through her meridians, and the pain instantly lessened considerably.

She looked up at the face so close to hers.

His features remained as cool and refined as ever, but at this moment, there seemed to be a hint of...concern in his deep eyes?

"Miss Wang, are you alright?"

Wang Yutang was stunned for a moment, then her smile broadened even further.

"fine."

She shook her head, her voice still a little weak, but her spirits were clearly much better.

"Jingyu, you've successfully broken through?"

Lin Jingyu nodded.

"Yes. I must thank Miss Wang for protecting me."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yutang pouted inappropriately.

The gesture, coupled with her pale face, looked both comical and endearing.

"Then I'm one step further away from you."

She muttered softly, her voice tinged with grievance.

"I'm already at the eighth level of the Half-Immortal realm... I don't even know if I'll be able to catch up in the future."

Lin Jingyu was slightly taken aback.

Looking at the pale, weak face before him, which was trying so hard to put on a wronged expression, for some reason, a string that had been taut in his heart loosened slightly.

Then, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a very faint, almost imperceptible smile.

The smile was so faint that it was almost imperceptible unless you looked closely.

But Wang Yutang saw it.

"It's alright."

The voice was still faint, but it carried a gentleness that had never been there before.

"At worst, I'll protect you."

This was the first time in his life that he had uttered such ambiguous words, which startled Wang Yutang, leaving her completely astonished.

Even Lin Jingyu himself was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised that he had blurted it out.

"Slap. Slap. Slap."

Applause suddenly erupted.

From top to bottom.

Lin Jingyu instantly suppressed all expression, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp as a sword.

A figure slowly floated down from above.

He wore a bright red kasaya and a golden monk's robe, with a kind face and a smile on his lips.

It was none other than the monk Du'e.

He seemed oblivious to Lin Jingyu's sharp, murderous gaze, and simply floated down, stopping about ten feet away from Lin Jingyu, clasping his hands together in a distant salute.

"Amitabha... Congratulations on receiving the inheritance, benefactor. This is the will of Heaven. Well done, well done."

Lin Jingyu looked at the smiling face in front of him, his eyes showing no emotion, only a cold scrutiny.

He knew these Buddhists in Xizhou all too well.

On the surface, they appear compassionate and claim to be saving all sentient beings, but behind the scenes, they are more ruthless than anyone else when it comes to scheming.

Especially the monks of Dalunming Temple, who seem to be detached from worldly affairs, are actually present in every place in Xizhou where there is any profit to be made.

The monk Du'e before us is one of the best among them.

A smile that hides a dagger; a Buddha's mouth that harbors a snake's heart.

Lin Jingyu was too lazy to bother with all that fancy stuff.

He lifted his right foot, and then—

He stomped down hard!

"boom!!!"

A cyan sword aura emanated from him, spreading outwards like ripples on water.

The sword energy wasn't aimed at any one person, but rather swept across the entire area indiscriminately.

The smile on the monk Du'e's face froze instantly.

He swiftly formed hand seals, and a golden Buddhist light instantly condensed into a protective shield in front of him.

"Bang!!!"

The sword energy collided with the Buddha's light, producing a dull, loud sound.

The monk Du'e was violently shaken, and he was forced to retreat more than ten feet before he could barely regain his footing.

A trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

But he still tried his best to maintain that signature smile on his face.

Although that smile looked somewhat forced at that moment.

But the cyan sword energy did not stop there.

It continued to spread outwards, sweeping across the entire valley.

Those cultivators who had been hiding in the shadows, thinking they could escape unscathed, instantly changed their expressions.

"not good!"

"Run!"

"ah--!!!"

Screams of agony rose and fell!

Wherever it passed, whether they were at the Tribulation Transcending Realm or the Mahayana Realm, without exception, they were all shaken so badly that they spat out blood and flew backward.

Those with weaker cultivation levels even fainted directly.

Even Lei Zhentian was not spared.

His pupils contracted, and his hands crackled with lightning as he desperately activated his protective lightning aura to withstand the sword energy.

"boom!!!"

The lightning and sword energy collided, unleashing a deafening roar.

Lei Zhentian groaned and staggered back several steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His face was ashen as he stared intently at the figure in blue in the valley, his eyes filled with anger and fear, but he ultimately did not lash out.

He simply snorted coldly and stood there, flicking his sleeves.

Lin Jingyu did not look at them.

After he finished doing all this, he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Wang Yutang.

Her injuries have been mostly healed under the nourishment of his primordial sword energy.

Although still somewhat weak, he is no longer in a difficult position to move around.

"Let's go."

Lin Jingyu said calmly.

Then, he raised his hand, and a cyan sword light enveloped Wang Yutang.

The next instant, the two transformed into a dazzling rainbow, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the vast horizon in an instant.

......

The valley was in complete disarray.

The monk Du'e stood there, his smile finally fading.

He raised his hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking in the direction where Lin Jingyu had disappeared, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.

Lei Zhentian floated down from the sky.

He slowly circled the valley, scanning every corner with his divine sense, trying to see if there were any treasures he had missed.

The site where ancient sword masters passed down their knowledge might still hold some valuable treasures.

However, after going around in circles, there was nothing.

He withdrew his gaze somewhat disappointedly, then looked at the monk Du'e not far away.

At this moment, Monk Du'e had already put on his signature smile again, as if nothing had happened.

Lei Zhentian sneered, a smile appearing on his face—but that smile was full of mockery.

"Monk, that blow just now must have been quite severe."

He could see clearly that Monk Du'e was closest to Lin Jingyu and therefore received the strongest impact from the sword energy.

On the surface, nothing seems wrong, but the internal injuries are likely quite severe.

The monk Du'e clasped his hands together, his smile unchanged.

"Amitabha. Benefactor Lin is young and impetuous, and acted on impulse, which this humble monk can understand."

His voice remained gentle, as if he truly didn't care at all.

"Moreover, everything I just said is true—congratulations on receiving the inheritance, it is the will of Heaven."

"I'm happy for him. What does a little injury matter?"

Lei Zhentian's lips twitched.

He had wanted to see the monk get his comeuppance, but the monk didn't take the bait at all and instead elevated himself to the level of "compassion."

Forget it, arguing with this bald monk is pointless.

He snorted coldly, turned around with a flick of his sleeve, and transformed into a bolt of lightning, leaving as well.

Monk Du'e stood there, watching Lei Zhentian leave, his smile unchanged.

Only after the lightning completely disappeared from his sight did he slowly turn around and look in the direction Lin Jingyu had left.

The smile remained on his face, but something was slowly churning deep within his eyes.