Damn! He still let it slip.
An Immortal Artifact, huh? Lin Tang's heart jolted. He hadn't expected it to have such an impressive origin. In that case, if I could make good use of it, wouldn't it be like adding wings to a tiger? If I could unleash its full power, then that damned Xuannv Demon Spirit and all the gods in the heavens... wouldn't they all drop dead?
"Stop dreaming," a voice echoed in his mind. "Unless you beco an immortal, you can't unleash all my power. Not to ntion I've been seriously injured and still need to be repaired..."
"Ah? So you're basically useless?" Lin Tang was hugely disappointed. If I beca an immortal, what would I need you for? I could blow all my enemies away with a single breath.
"You're the useless one! Your past life, and the life before that—every single one of your lives has been useless!" the Yin Yang Mirror cursed.
"Then tell , what good are you? Hey, speak up! Don't play dead! If you're no use, then get out of my body right now. I don't need you!" Lin Tang nagged incessantly.
The Yin Yang Mirror was furious. So many deities were vying for , and I chose you in the end. It would be one thing if you weren't awed by my favor, but to actually despise and want to throw away? Are you even human? So short-sighted and clueless! Hmph, I can't be bothered with you! It had absorbed a great deal of Spiritual Energy today and was now full and satiated—the perfect ti to fall into a deep sleep and slowly refine it. No matter how loudly Lin Tang argued, the mirror completely ignored him.
Lin Tang was helpless. He didn't know where it was hidden, nor could he physically pull it out and throw it away. He could only curse under his breath as he returned to Jiangbei.
It was only when he and his second body began refining the Spiritual Energy in different locations that he discovered sothing. The Spiritual Energy from the Demon Spirit Ancestor's space was incredibly pure, but it also contained a mysterious attribute, a subtle trace of sothing that could drive a person mad.
Fortunately, Lin Tang's supre yang constitution was the bane of all things evil. Had any other Cultivator refined all of this Spiritual Energy, they might have grown stronger, but they also would have been constantly assaulted by its maddening influence, eventually becoming a lunatic.
Despite his natural resistance, he didn't dare try to absorb it all at once and could only spend more ti whittling it away, bit by bit. Because of this, his original plan to reach Golden Core Peak in a short amount of ti was delayed. By the ti Yan Qinghe invited him to the capital for the National Guardian dal award ceremony, he was still a "weak" late-stage Golden Core Cultivator.
「On this day.」
The entire country, and indeed the world, was watching. The capital was bustling with excitent, and security was incredibly tight, with guards stationed every ten steps and sentries posted every hundred.
In the grand venue, representatives from various nations took their seats. Song and dance perforrs, celebrities, and other public figures were all re background decoration. Nurous powerful figures from ho and abroad—people considered titans by the general public—were all here, sitting subdued with their tails between their legs, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Everyone was waiting with bated breath for the arrival of the great new State Preceptor—Long Tianji! The arrival of the Dragon King!
Even the Supre of the Supre Pavilion was present, sitting in the most honorable seat with a smile as he waited. The beautiful princess, acting as the master of ceremonies, held the tray displaying the National Guardian dal. She gazed nervously and curiously toward the entrance from which Long Tianji was expected to appear. She had, of course, seen photos and videos of Long Tianji, but never in real life.
Originally, Yan Qinghe and the others had advised that it would be best for neither the Supre nor the princess to et Long Tianji in person. After all, who knew what went on in that man's head? No one could predict what he might do. The Supre, however, insisted it was fine. He even said that no matter what, Long Tianji would not hurt him. Unable to persuade him otherwise, Yan Qinghe and the others could only comply.
High in the sky, Lin Tang had already arrived. His Divine Sense swept over the venue below, first glancing at the revered Supre before landing on the face of the princess who was acting as the emcee.
Huh, I've seen this girl before! So it's her... Master, oh Master, why didn't you tell her identity sooner? You have no idea how many tis I've made her cry...
Three dark lines appeared on Lin Tang's forehead. He then touched his cheek.
Right, this is Long Tianji's face. The little girl doesn't recognize it. I don't have to worry about her pointing a finger at and screaming insults.
Relieved, Lin Tang plumted downward with a single dive, appearing directly in the center of the venue.
"He's here!" soone shouted.
"The great State Preceptor, Long Tianji, has arrived!"
"Greetings to the Supre! Greetings to the State Preceptor!"
Everyone imdiately bowed in fearful reverence, not one of them daring to be presumptuous. The Supre also rose and applauded, welcoming Long Tianji's arrival.
Lin Tang walked over with a smile, ready to receive his award. But the princess, her large, sparkling eyes widening after looking at him from up close, suddenly blurted out, "Is that you, Lin—"
"CRAP!"
Lin Tang nearly stumbled and fell.
She recognized even through this disguise?!
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