Lin Yi gently stroked the tombstone, standing quietly for a long time without saying a word.
“Master, I have become a second-tier mage and am qualified to reclaim the Dayan Temple. All this time, I have been thinking, if you were still here, what attitude would you have taken towards the Haoyang Sect?”
After a long while, Lin Yi sighed softly and finally made his choice. He went to the front of the mountain, glanced at the Dayan Temple, and then turned and left.
Lin Zhengyang has a familial connection with the Haoyang Sect, and in a sense, Lin Yi can also be considered a disciple of a branch of the Haoyang Sect. Let's use the Dayan Temple to completely settle this karmic debt.
Lin Yi visited Qingxia Palace again, and Chen Jingming was quite pleased to learn of his decision.
Lin Yi declined the offer to join the Haoyang Sect several times.
Night falls, and the kitchen is quiet and fragrant.
On the table in front of Lin Yi was a pot of wine. He poured himself a drink and flipped through the Book of Myriad Phenomena in his hand.
After a while, Lin Yi put away the jade slip in his hand and drank the wine in his cup.
His gaze fell on the doorway. Several months ago, it was here that he met the Void Prince, who had just returned from slaughtering the pig demon. Later, he even used three grains of Heavenly River Star Sand to exchange for three items from the Void Prince.
With this thought in mind, Lin Yi stood up, left Jingxiang Kitchen, and returned to the courtyard where he was temporarily staying.
After entering the quiet room, Lin Yi took out a package and retrieved a bone covered in cracks. The white bone was covered with fine cracks that looked like natural talismanic runes, but upon closer inspection, nothing could be found.
Lin Yi wasn't discouraged. If he could find something with just a few glances, this thing wouldn't have become the Empty Void Young Master's prized possession. It would have been sold long ago and exchanged for various spiritual herbs and real gold.
Sword cultivators, especially those who choose to forge their own natal flying sword, are a group of poor but capable fighters.
Lin Yi flicked his finger, first trying the Starry Sky True Fire, but there was no reaction; then he tried the Three Lights Divine Water, but there was still no reaction; the Samadhi True Fire burned, but there was still no reaction.
Finally, there is the True Water of the Universe.
A drop of the True Water of the Universe disappeared, and the cracks on the bones increased slightly.
Ten drops, more cracks, but no other special changes.
One hundred drops, cracks crisscrossing, the bones seem about to shatter at any moment.
Without any hesitation, Lin Yi threw all of the remaining two hundred drops of Cosmic Light True Water onto it.
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Chapter Thirty-Five: Blood-Patterned Steel Needles, Sword Pointing at Mount Huo
The invisible and formless power of time ceaselessly washes away at a crack on the white bone.
Tiny specks of ash fell, turning the entire bone into white powder that piled up on the table.
There was absolutely nothing unusual.
Lin Yi was slightly disappointed. Then he flicked his sleeve, opened the window, and a breeze carried the powder on the table outside.
Turning around, Lin Yi suddenly let out a soft "Eh," and saw a long needle, about the length of a finger, on the table, as thick as an acupuncture needle.
This array was clearly visible to the naked eye, but he did not perceive it through his spiritual senses.
Lin Yi didn't rush over. He circulated his true energy, covering his palms, before carefully extending his fingers to pick up the needle on the table.
Subsequently, the Starry Sky True Fire and the Samadhi True Fire appeared alternately, purifying the needles in their hands.
Lin Yi brought the needle to his eyes and examined it carefully.
This needle is not made of gold or silver; it is covered in blood-red patterns and feels heavy, twice as heavy as ordinary fine steel.
"Blood-patterned steel, this should be a blood-patterned steel needle treated with a special secret method."
Lin Yi made his judgment.
This blood-patterned steel is not a material formed by heaven and earth, but rather it was forged by a Taoist priest in a furnace.
Legend has it that this steel requires tens of thousands of hammerings, a great many materials, and finally, the blood essence of a cultivator to quench it, so that blood patterns can be forged inside the steel, just like the meridians and blood vessels of the human body. It is a top-grade material used to forge immortal weapons and flying swords.
Lin Yi tried to infuse his true energy into the blood-patterned steel needle, and it worked exactly as described in the book.
He felt as if the steel needle was an extension of his own body, with its internal veins clearly visible. His internal energy circulated as if it were flowing within his own body.
"go."
With a thought, Lin Yi's blood-patterned steel needle flew up and transformed into a long, blood-red thread.
The blood-red needle plunged into the ground, penetrating several feet deep. Only after half of the true energy stored in the blood-patterned steel needle was consumed did it withdraw.
The needle is too small, and it has been imbued with some kind of secret technique to conceal its energy, so the amount of true energy it can store is somewhat limited and needs to be replenished in time.
Lin Yi put away the steel needle, thinking to himself, "This needle is for ambushing people at close range. Of all the magic in the world, none is invincible except for speed."
Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.
Time flowed slowly by, and Lin Yi did not rush to leave Lechun County.
He was waiting for news.
He awaited news of the murderer who killed his master—Ghost Heart Child.
For Lin Yi, the reason why his master fought against Ghost Heart Child was no longer important.
Since hatred has already been sown, it can only be washed away with blood.
To paraphrase a line from a certain TV series on Earth, forgiving enemies is the Dao Ancestor's business, while Lin Yi's mission is to send enemies to meet the Dao Ancestor.