"I must quickly find a cultivation technique that can perfectly conceal my strength and aura."
Lin Zheyu thought to himself.
Under the condition of the Nine Revolutions Locking Essence Skill sealing off a large amount of life energy and qi blood, breaking through a limit can still gain more than 1.5 units of Source Power.
If unlocked, it would definitely be possible to gain more than two units of Source Power, greatly increasing efficiency.
...
...
Morning.
The morning is the key to the day.
Early in the morning, the sky was still shrouded in a thin mist.
Lin Zheyu got up early and practiced the Great Power Vajra Fist skill in the courtyard.
Now, he had already abandoned the Purple Thunder Tyrant Fist, as this cultivation technique, even with a true intent map, was a few levels inferior to the Great Power Vajra Fist.
Not to ntion it had no true intent map.
Pu–
Ch–
In Lin Zheyu’s mind, he visualized the Visualization Map of the Great Power Vajra Fist, comprehending the essence of the cultivation technique.
His heart was peaceful and serene, his face mighty and fierce, his aura imposing, his eyes fiercely dominant, unstoppable.
After a long ti, Lin Zheyu stopped, panting.
His body was now sowhat weak.
Having just broken through his physical limits last night, even with the aid of the Essence Qi Elixir, it would still take two to three days to recover to peak condition.
"Young master, Mr. Yang asked for you to find him at Liuyun Hall after breakfast," said Yuqing respectfully as she approached.
"Alright."
Lin Zheyu replied.
Returning indoors to change clothes, he was led by an Infinite Sect disciple to Liuyun Hall.
This place was introduced to him by Huang Youwei when familiarizing him with the sect environnt; it’s the place where entry disciples undergo the Heart Inquiry Pass.
"Disciple Lin Zheyu, greets Mr. Yang."
Lin Zheyu said respectfully.
Although not yet officially initiated, he had already positioned himself as an Infinite Sect disciple.
Mr. Yang treated him very well and had given him a precious Nine Yang Rejuvenation Elixir when he was injured by a Demon Martial Artist.
The atmosphere within the Infinite Sect was also very good.
"You’ve been at the Infinite Sect for a few days now, have you settled in?" Mr. Yang asked with a smile, looking at Lin Zheyu.
"The sect atmosphere is very good, and the environnt is nice; the disciple has settled in well," Lin Zheyu replied.
"Glad to hear that."
"Bai Zhong went out on business and encountered so complications; it will take him ten days to half a month to return."
"Since it might take a while, we won’t wait for him; I’ll arrange for you to enter the inner sect first and formally beco a disciple when Bai Zhong returns."
"Once you’re in the inner sect, you’ll be a part of the Infinite Sect and I’ll be able to teach you the Infinite Jade Waves True Skill."
Mr. Yang said.
The incident with the Demon Martial Artist causing trouble at Wuji Manor required a show of force to deter them.
They thought it could be resolved quickly, but the Demon Celestial Palace, a relatively new power, turned out to be much stronger than anticipated.
This delay was why Huang Baizhong hadn’t returned so soon.
"I will abide by Mr. Yang’s decisions."
Lin Zheyu answered.
Becoming Huang Baizhong’s disciple or not didn’t matter much to him, just a difference in seniority.
The varying identities and the resources available for martial arts cultivation were inconsequential to him.
"Very well."
"Before initiation, you must pass the Heart Inquiry Pass."
"Co, stand here."
Mr. Yang pointed to a spot in front of the ancestor’s statue, taking three incense sticks from the side and lighting them before handing them over.
"Offer incense to the ancestors of the Infinite Sect, and then recite after ," Mr. Yang instructed.
Lin Zheyu nodded.
Under Mr. Yang’s guidance, Lin Zheyu bowed three tis to the ancestor’s statue with the incense in hand, inserting the sticks in the incense burner on the altar.
"Now, repeat after ," Mr. Yang continued.
"Yes."
"Supre Emperor of the Yellow Heaven, I, disciple Lin Zheyu, humbly join the Infinite Sect..."
Mr. Yang recited slowly.
The words contained many ceremonial phrases used for divine worship perford by priests.
Though sowhat surprised at this, Lin Zheyu followed Mr. Yang’s lead and repeated them.
Once the words were spoken, a strange sensation enveloped him, and Lin Zheyu sensed a familiar aura.
It was the sa aura he felt when he saw the statue of the Nine Nether Demon God at Lion Valley.
"Supre Emperor of the Yellow Heaven?!!"
Lin Zheyu’s heart suddenly seized.
He felt a terrifying gaze fall upon him from the void, and an inexplicable power enveloped his entire being.
Under that gaze, he felt transparent, as though nothing about him was concealed.
"Is this the power of the Divine?"
Lin Zheyu was sowhat horrified in his heart.
"Don’t worry, this power poses no harm to you."
Seeing Lin Zheyu’s shock, Mr. Yang spoke up: "This is a power from the Divine. As your strength increases, you will gradually co to understand this level."
Sigh~~
Lin Zheyu exhaled deeply, suppressing the shock in his heart: "Understood."
"Next, I’ll question you and you answer." Mr. Yang said calmly, nodding.
"Understood, Master."
Lin Zheyu responded, feeling sowhat tense.
Under this mysterious power, he felt as though everything about him was exposed.
"Na."
"Lin Zheyu."
"Origin."
"North... Huh... May I refrain from saying?"
Lin Zheyu wanted to say he was from the Northlands, but found he couldn’t utter the words.
Under that inexplicable power’s influence, he couldn’t tell any lies.
"You may."
Mr. Yang nodded.
He had once promised Lin Zheyu not to pursue his background and past.
"Age." Mr. Yang continued to ask.
"..."
"Under sixty."
Lin Zheyu’s face turned red, and he managed to squeeze this out.
"Hehe."
"You need not hide anything here. In the future, Infinite Sect will be your greatest support. Show all the talents and abilities you have."
Mr. Yang chuckled softly, not probing further into Lin Zheyu’s clever wording.
He wrote down fifty in the records.
He had so guesses about Lin Zheyu’s true age, surely not the fifty-eight Lin Zheyu claid.
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