Alas, perhaps this is the fate of Cihang Jingzhai.
What Shi Feixuan didn't know was that if it weren't for the appearance of Lin Yang and others, she would also have taken this path, using her own weapons and her own emotions to restrain Xu Ziling, thereby interfering with Kou Zhong and helping Li Shimin win the world!
"Feixuan, this battle to slay immortals and slaughter gods is inevitable. Other sects can refuse, but Jingzhai has no choice. Do you know why?" Fan Qinghui rolled her almost stiff eyes and said in a sinister tone.
Since writing that letter to Song Que a few months ago, Fan Qinghui's martial arts skills have improved rapidly, and she has now reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm.
However, the more she acted this way, the colder she became. By now, Shi Feixuan barely recognized the master who had raised her.
"Regardless of whether the three True Immortals choose the second son of the Li family, as long as they succeed, the influence of our Cihang Jingzhai will inevitably plummet. The Yin Kui Sect is the best example of this," Shi Feixuan said firmly.
Through her sect's records, Shi Feixuan also learned many secrets from decades ago. Forty years ago, who knew what Cihang Jingzhai was?
At that time, almost all the young talents in the world, whether from the underworld or the legitimate world, flocked to the Empress's side.
Including the Evil King of the Demonic Sect, Lu Miaozi of the Righteous Path, representatives of local tycoons, Huang Gongcuo, the Immortal of the South Sea, and so many other young talents, all gathered around the Empress Yin. What an enormous influence that must have been!
But ever since Cihang Jingzhai supported Yang Jian, everything has changed dramatically!
In the martial arts world today, the Yin Kui Sect's reputation is utterly infamous! No force dares to openly cooperate with them. Everything has been turned upside down in just forty years.
Upon hearing this, Fan Qinghui nodded in satisfaction and said, "Indeed, Feixuan, it's excellent that you have this insight. To be honest, I'm not entirely confident about this trip. Whether we can succeed or not, only heaven knows. Because no one knows how many trump cards the three immortals hold!"
She paused for a moment. It wasn't that Fan Qinghui was scaring herself; it was the truth. Perhaps victory could be achieved without any sacrifice. Then, they could plunder the three immortals, perhaps even killing them all, without necessarily harming a single hair on their heads.
"For us, inheritance is the most important thing. Therefore, for the sake of our future, you should not participate in this plan. Stay in Jingzhai. If we fail, Feixuan, you should take the Sword Manual and go to join us."
Without giving Shi Feixuan a chance to retort, she stood up and walked towards the forbidden area in the back mountain.
"Feixuan, today, come with me to the forbidden area behind the mountain. There, lies the last vestige of our Cihang Jingzhai."
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Chapter 98: Want to mess with the Holy Maiden of Cihang Jingzhai? Turn bad first!
"Fire! Fire! Fire!"
With a strange cry, a small fireball about ten centimeters in diameter instantly appeared in Lin Yang's hand.
The fireball was yellow in color. From the moment it appeared, it exuded a subtle sense of oppression. At the same time, as Lin Yang continuously poured his magical power into it, the fireball itself continued to grow larger.
Soon, the diameter reached fifteen centimeters, and keep in mind, this was after compression. But that's about it. Lin Yang, after all, was just a beginner.
With a thought, the fireball in his hand flew out at an initial velocity of about one hundred meters per second. The immense magical power ensured that the fireball's speed was not reduced in the slightest.
At such a speed, even a master of innate skill would have no chance of dodging it if they were caught off guard!
The fireball quickly flew over a hundred feet away and struck a large tree. It exploded instantly, sending plumes of smoke and fire into the air.
At the same time, Cai Yan arrived. Although she didn't know why Lin Yang had been so fixated on such trivial things as fireballs these past few days, as long as it wasn't interfering with his business, it didn't matter. He could just treat it as a hobby!
"Congratulations, Feipeng! After so many days, you've finally succeeded in casting the Fireball spell," Cai Yan said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yang, who had been quite excited, couldn't help but feel downcast. Because, there was really nothing to be proud of!
A simple fireball spell is nothing more than a basic spell in the main world. Even with increased mana and power, it is at most a peak first-tier spell, still a low-level spell!
Even if Lin Yang were to master the Fireball spell and actually create a five-fireball, at most it would only be an advancement from a first-tier basic spell to a second-tier beginner spell.
What's even more disheartening is that it took almost half a year to learn the Fireball spell, and only now can I cast it directly without relying on magical artifacts.
All of this demonstrates that Lin Yang has absolutely no talent for magic. In other words, if he were to pursue immortality cultivation, he would only achieve half the results with twice the effort. Perhaps others would have already become celestial immortals while he hasn't even achieved immortality yet!
"Sigh, I really don't have the talent for cultivating immortality. Originally, I wanted to try to cultivate all four elements at the same time, but now it seems that at most I can only manage three." Lin Yang said somewhat unwillingly.
After all, who among us hasn't dreamed of flying through the air, soaring through the clouds, and reaching for the moon in the heavens?
After finally arriving in a real world with immortals, you are suddenly told, "Child, your aptitude is insufficient; you are not destined for the path of immortality!" What a tragedy this is!
“Cultivating three systems simultaneously is already quite good. As for me, I’m only cultivating two systems.” Cai Yan rolled her eyes at Lin Yang and complained.
Seeing this, Lin Yang couldn't help but smile wryly. He appeared to be a genius, but in reality, his literary cultivation was basically inherited from the original owner's memories; he simply recited from the textbook without any of his own understanding. He could only be described as mediocre, nothing particularly outstanding.
His martial arts cultivation is, in fact, only average. Not to mention comparing him to someone like Shi A who focuses solely on martial arts, he can't even compare to geniuses like Shi Zhixuan and Song Que who specialize in martial arts in their respective small worlds.
As for the final path of body refinement, it involves cultivating the advanced technique Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic, Twelve Divine Forms Chapter, which was obtained from the Land of Reincarnation.
Currently, he has been cultivating the Dragon Form chapter within it. With the increase of his imperial aura, he has finally made some progress.
What's even more appealing is that this path of body refinement is entirely achieved through one's own hard work, unrelated to anyone else. However, precisely because of this, it cannot compare to those who have received guidance from renowned masters. Therefore, this path of body refinement is only average.
In other words, although Lin Yan appears to be quite powerful by cultivating all three systems simultaneously, in reality, she is not outstanding or exceptional in any of them.
Therefore, whenever Lin Yang saw that Cai Yan was more skilled in literature than him, and Shi A was more skilled in martial arts than him, he could only think to himself—those who study literature are not as good at martial arts as I am, and those who practice martial arts are not as good at studying literature as I am! I am the best in martial arts among scholars. I am the best in literature among martial artists!
Thinking of this, Lin Yang silently made a plan. He would find an opportunity to find a master. This way, he could both increase his cultivation and build connections. After all, he was already the Duke of Wu; if he wanted to find a few tutors, there would be plenty of people vying for the position.
Thinking of this, he looked at Cai Yan. The veil on her face was gone, and her hair was no longer tied up, but instead hung down over her shoulders. It looked black and thick, which should be a sign of good hair quality, but Lin Yang didn't know anything about these things anyway.
At the same time, because Cai Yan was upwind, Lin Yang, who was downwind, could smell a faint, pleasant fragrance.
The smell wasn't strong; it was quite faint, like something he'd smelled before. However, Lin Yang was too lazy to think about it for the moment.
"Wow, Wenji, judging from your appearance, you're about to break through! Your literary aura surrounds you like clouds, condensed and undispersed. I reckon you'll be a fourth-level Great Confucian scholar soon!" Lin Yang said happily.
At this moment, under Lin Yang's divine observation, Cai Yan's fortune had begun to change from deep yellow to light blue. In particular, a faint wisp of blue had even appeared in the very center of the fortune cloud.
It's important to understand that this is a small world, completely cut off from the main world. Therefore, the fortune here is generally determined solely by individual strength. If you are strong, your fortune will naturally be high, and vice versa.
Upon hearing this, Cai Yan smiled and said, "That's right. After all, there are only a few ways to increase literary talent. These days, I've been issuing orders and governing the entire city of Yangzhou. Although it's not quite to the point where no one picks up lost items on the road or locks their doors at night, the people live in peace and contentment, and everyone praises us. That's still achievable."