I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

"An unfamiliar ceiling? Where am I...?"

Qin Yulin rubbed his throbbing head and slowly sat up from the bed.

The room that came into view was unfamiliar, with simple curtains and minimalist furnishings. Sunlight streamed through the carved windows, casting dappled patterns on the floor.

She blinked, her eyes looking slightly bewildered.

Memories surfaced vaguely, as if through a thin mist.

The Rising Dragon Formation, the pillar of spiritual energy, the overdrawn divine sense, and... in front of so many people, his legs went weak and he fainted.

Qin Yulin's face turned red at a visible speed.

"Aaaaaah! How embarrassing! I actually fainted right in front of my employer?!"

Qin Yulin grabbed the blanket and covered his head tightly, curling up into a ball and letting out muffled groans from under the covers.

Yesterday, I confidently boasted that I could control the Rising Dragon Formation all by myself.

The results of it?

His mental energy was exhausted, and he fainted on the spot, falling directly off the flying sword. If it weren't for the quick thinking and agility of the eldest daughter of the Lin family who caught him, he would have fallen face-first in the mud in front of the entire Lin family.

This is truly embarrassing!

She rolled around in bed a couple of times, then suddenly remembered something and abruptly stopped.

He reached out from under the covers and groped around on his body, feeling the faint fluctuations of the array. Only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness... the protective formation didn't activate."

The third-tier protective formation she created was meticulously arranged by herself, and it would automatically activate once it sensed that its master was in danger.

If the Lin family hadn't known about this last night and had accidentally triggered it... just thinking about the scene makes me feel embarrassed.

"Thank goodness..."

Just as she was relieved, there was a soft knock at the door.

"Knock knock knock".

Qin Yulin froze, quickly poked his head out from under the covers, tidied his messy hair, and cleared his throat: "Please come in!"

The moment she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she was not behaving like a master.

His expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly climbed out of bed, turned over and sat cross-legged on the bed, assuming a calm and composed posture as if he had just finished his cultivation.

The door was gently pushed open, and a slender figure walked in carrying several food boxes.

She was a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, not very tall, with delicate features and a calmness in her eyes that seemed beyond her years.

She wore an elegant light blue dress, her steps were light, and her every move exuded the refinement of a well-bred lady.

"Good morning, Master Qin." The young woman bowed slightly, her tone respectful and sincere.

"I'm here to deliver spiritual food to you. My father entrusted me with the task of receiving you. You can contact me directly if you need anything during this time. By the way, my name is Lin Xuanqing."

Qin Yulin blinked.

She was a Golden Core cultivator who had traveled all over the country for many years. She could tell at a glance who was genuinely respectful and who was just going through the motions.

Even those larger cultivation families, though outwardly polite to her, couldn't help but harbor a hint of disdain for "this little Golden Core cultivator."

But the girl in front of me is different.

That respect came from the heart; in those clear eyes, there was no perfunctory attitude or contempt, only pure respect and sincerity, and even a touch of admiration.

Qin Yulin felt a sense of relief.

She laughed and jumped off the bed, taking the food box from Lin Xuanqing's hand. Her tone became more casual: "Hehe, no need to be so polite, just call me Sister Yulin. Let me see what delicious food you have!"

She opened the food box as she spoke.

A delicate fragrance immediately wafted out and filled the room.

It was the rich aroma of spirit rice and spirit beast meat mixed together, along with the unique sweetness of a few spirit plants she couldn't name.

Qin Yulin's eyes lit up.

The food box contained several kinds of spiritual food, arranged in different categories:

A bowl of spirit rice porridge, its color as smooth and lustrous as jade, adorned with a few red spirit fruits;

A plate of steamed fish, its flesh snow-white, drizzled with amber-colored sauce;

A plate of cold-dressed vegetables, vibrant green and glistening, looks refreshing and appetizing;

There was also a small bowl of stew, the lid half-open, through which a few pieces of Ganoderma lucidum and chunks of meat from some kind of mythical bird could be vaguely seen floating.

Qin Yulin's eyes lit up immediately.

"(╯▽╰) It smells so good! And these spiritual dishes look so beautiful!"

She had exhausted too much of her energy yesterday, and now she was starving.

Ignoring all pretense of decorum, she sat down at the table with her food box, picked up her chopsticks, and began to feast.

Her eyes widened suddenly when she took her first bite of the spirit beast meat.

"It's delicious!"

She mumbled her praise, her chopsticks flying across the table: "I frequent all the restaurants in Burning Bone City, and I haven't encountered many that serve better spiritual cuisine than your Lin family!"

Lin Xuanqing couldn't help but smile as he watched the Golden Core master eat in such an unrefined manner.

"These were all made by my eldest brother, Lin Xuanqi."

"He loves food the most. He not only loves to eat, but also loves to research and cook. If Sister Yulin has any dishes she likes to eat, you can tell me, and I will ask my brother to try making them for you."

"Okay, Wulu..."

With his mouth full, Qin Yulin could only give a muffled reply before continuing to work diligently.

Lin Xuanqing stood aside and watched for a while. Seeing that the other person was enjoying the meal, he quietly left the room.

……

After passing through the corridor, Lin Xuanqing arrived at the front garden.

The garden is not large, but it is meticulously maintained.

Large swathes of spiritual plants are planted in a well-organized manner, and a small pavilion sits in the center of the garden. Beside the pavilion is a shallow pond where several koi carp swim leisurely.

This is the place Lin Xuanqing has been most familiar with since childhood.

During their free time at school, the brothers and sisters always liked to gather here, either chatting or studying things that interested them.

Lin Xuanqing sat down in his usual spot, took out a second-order array diagram from his storage bag, and spread it out on the stone table.

This is a formation she has been studying recently, a second-tier formation called "Azure Wood Life-Generating Formation", which is mainly responsible for gathering spiritual energy and nourishing spiritual plants.

She had already analyzed most of it, but was still unsure about the flow of spiritual energy in the last few nodes.

After thinking for a moment, she took out the array patterns she had recorded yesterday.

Those were all the details she noted down while Qin Yulin was setting up the Rising Dragon Formation.

This contains the starting and ending strokes of each spirit pattern, the flow of spiritual energy at each node, and the placement of each array eye.

She spent the entire night copying them all onto paper.

This one is more attractive to her right now!

……

Rising Dragon Formation.

She had been exposed to, studied, and learned about this formation, which her father had personally set up, since she was a child.

Over the years, she and her father have been responsible for maintaining the formation.

She was responsible for deducing, analyzing, and identifying the problems, while her father was responsible for the specific operations.

She still remembers the scene when she first made this request to her father.

She was only twelve years old at the time, and had just gained a clear understanding of the Rising Dragon Formation, deconstructing most of the runes.

She cautiously entered her father's study and timidly asked him: "Could I participate in the maintenance of the Rising Dragon Formation?"

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

That's a third-tier formation, one of the foundations of the family. She's just a child, she can't even set up a second-tier formation properly, so what right does she have to make such a request?

But the father did not refuse.

He didn't even show a hint of doubt. He simply put down the jade slip in his hand, looked at her intently, and then nodded with a smile: "Alright, then give it a try. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

At that moment, all the anxiety and anticipation in her heart turned into a warm current.

In the days that followed, she did indeed encounter countless failures.

Sometimes she misjudged the nodes, sometimes she failed to detect the anomalies in the formation in time, and sometimes her proposed solutions simply didn't work—but her father never scolded her.

He simply guided her step by step, searching for the cause of the error, and re-analyzing the problem according to her line of thought until they found a truly feasible solution.

Those times are among the most precious fragments of her memory.

It was through countless trials and errors that she gained a deeper understanding of the deconstruction and operation of third-order formations that far surpassed that of her contemporaries, and even those of several generations.

She picked up her pen and began to sketch on the paper.

Based on her understanding of third-order formations and using the spiritual patterns laid out by Qin Yulin as a blueprint, she analyzed, deconstructed, and deduced them bit by bit.

The pen moved swiftly across the paper, leaving behind a dense array of lines and symbols—her understanding of the formation, her exploration of the way of formations.

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice a petite figure approaching from a distance.

……