On the way to Zhuoxin Temple, an inconspicuous-looking demonic cultivator slowed down and discreetly positioned himself at the back of the group. His na was Niu Jinmao, the leader of the Kunshen True Tower.
He sidled up to Ye Yu, handed him a bottle of pills, and transmitted his voice into Ye Yu’s mind, “These are White Rainbow Fiend Pills, beneficial for strengthening a cultivator's body. Please accept them. I have only one question—how did you manage to have four Tribulation-Transcending female cultivators as partners? Do you have any secret to share?”
Ye Yu accepted the pill bottle without hesitation, and in a similarly hushed tone replied, “Sincerity is the ultimate weapon.”
Just seven simple words, but they seed profound.
The more he thought about it, the more Niu Jinmao found it astonishing. Sincerity for sincerity—that surely would be unstoppable.
But on deeper reflection, he realized this was only a general direction. The specifics of how to achieve it were another matter.
After pondering it for a mont, Niu Jinmao, with great reluctance, took out a black robe from his storage ring and offered it to Ye Yu.
“This robe is newly crafted, a top-quality artifact. It’s fire- and water-resistant, impervious to swords and knives, and keeps the wearer at a constant comfortable temperature. It can block all attacks below the Nascent Soul stage. Please accept it, and if possible, could you share a bit more? I’m a slow learner, so detailed guidance would be ideal.”
Ye Yu raised an eyebrow but accepted the robe without hesitation.
“Different tis, different situations, different people all require different approaches. The most important thing is to stay sharp and adaptable. Flexibility is key! And if you still don’t understand, that’s fine. Go out and practice. Real experience will help you improve faster.”
After hearing this, a glint of understanding appeared in Niu Jinmao’s once-confused gaze, as if he had achieved a sudden enlightennt. One word now filled his mind: practice!
It was truly wisdom beyond any book!
Niu Jinmao respectfully bowed to Ye Yu, clearly grateful.
This odd exchange caught the attention of a few nearby demonic cultivators.
One of them asked, “Niu Sect Leader, what are you two doing?”
“Do you live by the sea?” Niu Jinmao retorted, annoyed. “Why are you being so nosy?”
Niu Jinmao didn’t want to share the wisdom he’d earned in exchange for treasures. Even his comrades couldn’t get this knowledge for free.
Half an hour later, they arrived at Zhuoxin Temple.
As soon as they landed, Tao Shanren personally arranged accommodations for Ye Yu and Lin Fengyuan, and they left with the temple disciples without objection.
Once they were out of sight, Tao Shanren’s face darkened, surprising the other six demonic cultivators.
Curious, Niu Jinmao asked, “Sect Leader Tao, what’s wrong?”
With a wave of his sleeve, Tao Shanren transported them all to the main hall of Zhuoxin Temple and set up multiple soundproofing barriers before slamming his fist on the table in frustration.
“Three thousand years of confinent have turned Lin Fengyuan into a coward! Fellow Sect Leaders, we need to take action and help her recover her fighting spirit!”
During the journey, Tao Shanren had not been idle. He had also discreetly probed Lin Fengyuan, asking about her plans.
Tao Shanren even proposed hosting a grand demonic assembly to bring together all the demonic sects of Central Continent to elect Lin Fengyuan as their leader. He painted a picture of a unified demonic path, one that could eventually dominate Central Continent under Lin Fengyuan’s command.
He had expected Lin Fengyuan to accept, but to his dismay, she revealed that she was tired of the constant battles and planned to retire to a quiet life after a short stay at Zhuoxin Temple, wishing only to repay her debts and no longer care about the affairs of the righteous or demonic paths.
Tao Shanren was left speechless.
Was three thousand years of imprisonnt going to be forgiven so easily?
When he’d asked, Lin Fengyuan had simply replied, “It’s all in the past. I just want to rest now.”
Left with no options, Tao Shanren had returned, brooding and furious.
After hearing Tao Shanren’s account, the other demonic leaders furrowed their brows.
They hadn’t co to Zhuoxin Temple for relaxation. They wanted to take revenge for their losses and needed Lin Fengyuan to help revitalize the demonic path. Their hopes were pinned on her.
But this unexpected response from her was unacceptable.
The recent battle at Demon Suppression Mountain had left the five sacred land leaders alive, while the demonic path had suffered massive losses.
It was inevitable that soon the sacred lands, led by Qingyun Sect and Xiaoyao Palace, would launch a new demon-cleansing campaign, putting the demonic cultivators’ lives at further risk.
This was not the outco they wanted.
One of the demonic leaders spoke up, “Sect Leader Tao, what do we do now? You decide, and we’ll follow your lead.”
Tao Shanren remained silent, his gaze scanning the group.
One by one, the other five demonic leaders expressed their trust in him. “We’re at your command, Sect Leader Tao. Lead the way!”
“Alright, if we’re going to make a move, let’s make it big. If we succeed, we’ll clear the path for our future. If we fail, we’ll each accept our fate.”
Tao Shanren’s voice was calm but filled with resolve. The others nodded solemnly.
anwhile, inside Zhuoxin Temple, Ye Yu and Lin Fengyuan had been given rooms next to each other.
Ye Yu, unsettled by the location and aware of the danger, couldn’t sleep.
After contemplating for a while, he decided to act and went to Lin Fengyuan’s room.
This ti, he intended to take the initiative.
“Do you rember the promise you made to my family, the Ye family?” he asked her directly.
Lin Fengyuan was sowhat surprised by the question, but nodded. “Of course I rember. I also know why you’ve co to . Rest assured, I won’t go back on that promise.”
Ye Yu looked at her seriously. “I want you to repeat it. I need to hear it from your own mouth to be sure.”
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