The Goddess Chronicles: Starting by Holding the Fairy's Fate in His Hands

After delivering the pills, Lin Yi's gaze fell on the three awakened stone sculptures.

The other six had already fallen into a deep sleep, their souls severely depleted.

These three were at least Nascent Soul stage experts back then.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to fossilize his physical body and withstand the seal of the Demon Abyss until today.

He suddenly remembered something.

Wei Xian once gave him a folk remedy called the Life-Creating Elixir, which had a miraculous effect on nourishing the body.

Some of the auxiliary ingredients have disappeared, but the core main ingredients remain.

He possesses innate spiritual dew!

And there's plenty to go around!

Although it is impossible to refine spiritual liquid, directly watering the stone sculpture with spiritual dew can activate the remaining physical vitality within it.

Just do it.

Lin Yi flipped his hand, and three jade bottles appeared in his palm.

He handed it to Rong Qianqin: "Your Majesty, this is innate spiritual dew, containing pure vitality."

"Pouring it on the stones of the previous generations might be helpful."

Rong Qianqin took the jade bottle and was stunned by the rich vitality it exuded.

"This...is this really innate spiritual dew? And there's so much of it..."

She looked at Lin Yi, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

Even in her time, this was a sacred object that was extremely rare and hard to come by!

The three stone sculptures also emitted intense mental fluctuations.

Without further hesitation, Rong Qianqin walked to the stone sculpture of Grandpa Hu, uncorked the bottle, and slowly poured out the spiritual dew.

The moment the clear spiritual dew touched the stone, a strange change occurred!

The spiritual dew did not flow; instead, it was absorbed by the sponge and quickly seeped into the interior of the stone carving.

The weathering marks on the stone carving's surface were touched by an invisible force, and the dull stone revealed a hint of warm luster.

Immediately afterwards, a faint sign of life emanated from inside the stone carving!

"Buzz..."

The fat stone sculpture trembled slightly.

Grandpa Hu's voice choked with emotion: "So warm...it's anger! This old man's stone body...can still feel it!"

He laughed wildly with joy: "Hahaha! There's hope!"

The other two stone sculptures were also eager to be displayed.

Rong Qianqin poured the remaining two bottles of spiritual dew into the water.

The tall, slender stone sculpture was bathed in a bluish halo, while the large-bearded stone sculpture glowed crimson.

Two faint glimmers of life awakened one after another, like sparks in the darkness.

"Lin Yi, boy..." The tall, thin stone sculpture's voice was exceptionally solemn, "This kindness is heavier than a mountain."

The bearded stone sculpture laughed heartily: "Since you're Qianqin's man, then you're family! From now on, just speak up if you need anything! We swear by our inner demons that we will never reveal a single word!"

The other two stone sculptures also made a vow.

Lin Yi bowed respectfully, saying, "You seniors have risked your lives for humanity; I have only done my humble part. If I can refine the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill in the future, I will definitely help you seniors regain your freedom!"

"Good lad! You've got guts!"

The three elders were in high spirits and were determined to share all their knowledge with the clan.

"Hey kid, catch this!"

Three orbs of light of different colors flew out from between the stone carving's eyebrows and entered Lin Yi's mind.

A massive amount of information suddenly flooded in!

Grandpa Hu passed down the "Eternal Spring Green Wood Technique," a top-tier wood-based cultivation method that ensures continuous life.

Grandpa Li passed down the "Zhenyue Chengtian Jue," an earth-based martial art that focuses on defense and endurance.

Grandpa Sun passed down the "Burning Heaven Blazing Fire Technique," a fire-based offensive technique that is extremely domineering.

In addition, there are the insights and experiences of three Nascent Soul stage experts throughout their lives, as well as various secret techniques and supernatural powers!

Lin Yi's head swelled slightly, then he was overwhelmed with immense joy!

He possesses nine spiritual roots and is exactly lacking a top-tier cultivation technique with such pure attributes!

The three seniors clearly saw through his true nature and gave him exactly what he needed most!

"Thank you so much for your generous gifts, three seniors! Lin Yi will remember this kindness for the rest of his life!"

"Hahaha!"

The three stone-carved elders burst into hearty laughter.

"With your words of comfort, we are relieved. There's no rush for the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill; we can hold out for a while longer."

"Your most important task right now is to improve your skills as quickly as possible. Three years will pass in the blink of an eye."

"You possess the Nine Spiritual Roots, a rare find even in ten thousand years, and also have the Body of Ten Thousand Spiritual Medicines."

"If one can use chaos as a foundation to govern the three elements of wood, earth, and fire, their future achievements will be limitless!"

"Cultivate diligently, and don't let Qianqin's kindness go to waste!"

Rong Qianqin stood aside, quietly watching all of this.

Listening to the grandfathers' words of advice, and feeling the vigor and promise emanating from Lin Yi.

A corner of her long-frozen heart quietly thawed again.

……

Back in the main hall, Lin Yi's mind was still replaying what had just happened.

Those nine stone statues of predecessors have actually been guarding the depths of the Demon Abyss all along.

Rong Qianqin has carried a lot of burdens over the years.

He admitted that he was not exactly a gentleman.

But when it comes to the survival of humanity, he is clear-headed.

The techniques and insights passed down to him by the three senior masters were enough to save him many years of arduous cultivation.

The only annoying thing is that his nine spiritual roots are such a rip-off.

Cultivation is incredibly slow; the fastest method is still dual cultivation.

Rong Qianqin was also pondering her thoughts.

The elders held Lin Yi in extremely high regard.

This person has a lot of secrets, and he's actually a master alchemist.

Could it really be from the upper realm?

But she didn't want to delve into it further.

Anyway, everything changed after he appeared.

The seal on the Demon Abyss is secure, and spiritual energy has returned.

Even her frozen heart began to soften...

"Lin Yi! Come out and face your death!!!"

A furious roar exploded!

A figure rushed directly into the main hall.

It was none other than Marquis Zhenyuan, Deng Hanshan!

Twelve Mountain-Shaking Guards followed behind him, each exuding a menacing aura.

Deng Hanshan casually cupped his hands to Rong Qianqin: "This old minister greets Your Majesty!"

Rong Qianqin gave him a cold glance: "What is it?"

"What is it?!" Deng Hanshan pointed at Lin Yi. "This brat killed my grandson and severed the lineage of the Deng family! Today, I must make him pay with his life!"

Rong Qianqin's voice grew even colder: "This matter is over. You may leave."

"That's it?!" Deng Hanshan exploded on the spot. "Empress! He killed the only bloodline of my Deng family! Today I will tear him limb from limb!"

"Insolence!" an old minister stepped forward and rebuked.

"Old man!" Deng Hanshan unleashed his imposing aura, and the old minister almost collapsed to his knees.

Rong Qianqin's face darkened.

Lin Yi picked at his ear and leaned to the side to watch the show.

With the Empress protecting him, he didn't bother to say a word.

Deng Hanshan felt even more confident.

The message he received said that the Empress was at most at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Even if someone has exceptional talent and manages to form a Golden Core, so what?

He is a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator, practicing both physical and magical cultivation!

When he goes all out, even an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is no match for him.

He didn't believe that the Empress would turn against him, a marquis who held military power, for a pretty boy.

Thinking of this, he didn't say a word and raised his hand to strike Lin Yi with a palm!

"You little bastard, pay for my grandson's life!"

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

It was Deng Hanshan himself who flew out!

Rong Qianqin didn't even stand up; she simply waved her hand casually.

Deng Hanshan's full-force palm strike shattered instantly!

A terrifying recoil force slammed into his chest!

"puff!"

Deng Hanshan spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward!

It crashed to the ground, causing the ground to crack open like a spider web!

The twelve Mountain-Shaking Guards were shaken so badly they staggered, their faces filled with terror.

The main hall was eerily quiet.

Everyone is stupid.

The Empress merely raised her hand?

Deng Hanshan, who was at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, was sent flying just like that?

Rong Qianqin spoke coldly: "Deng Hanshan, you have quite the nerve. How dare you lay a hand on my man in front of me?"

The ministers were so frightened that they all knelt down: "Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"

Deng Hanshan's mind was in turmoil.

He's a half-step Nascent Soul cultivator! He couldn't even withstand a single move from the Empress?

What frightened him even more was the murderous intent in the Empress's eyes.

He understood: Lin Yi was the Empress's Achilles' heel and could not be touched!

"Your Majesty...this old minister lost his mind for a moment..."

Rong Qianqin interrupted him: "Considering that your Deng family has rendered meritorious service in guarding the border, I'll let it go this time."

Her eyes were like knives: "I'll remember this, if there's a next time—"

"die!"

Deng Hanshan froze, then lowered his head: "...This old minister obeys the decree."

After the court session ended, only the two of them remained in the main hall.

Rong Qianqin's imposing demeanor vanished instantly. She looked at Lin Yi, a rare hint of tenderness appearing in her eyes.

"My husband," she whispered, "I'm sorry."

Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Calling him "husband" again? And apologizing?

He feigned composure: "Why apologize? You were the one protecting me."

Rong Qianqin lowered her head: "I didn't kill Deng Hanshan on the spot to help you eliminate future troubles."

She raised her eyes: "The Deng family has done a good job guarding the border. The situation is still unclear. I cannot kill an important court official because of personal grudges. I can only drive him away first."

"I'm sorry you've suffered this injustice, please forgive me, my husband."

Lin Yi felt a warmth in his heart after Rong Qianqin finished speaking.

Is this woman explaining something to him?

Afraid he'll misunderstand?

She's known for her cold and aloof demeanor, but now she's acting like a devoted wife, thinking of him with such tenderness.

Lin Yi, feeling a bit mischievous, waved his hand dismissively: "Hey, it's nothing! Your husband forgives you!"

Rong Qianqin was stunned, a look of blankness flashing across her face.

Lin Yi leaned closer to her ear: "Apologizing with just words isn't enough... How about we have a deeper conversation?"

Rong Qianqin blushed, glared at him, and turned to walk towards her bedchamber.

Lin Yi grinned and followed.

He knew in his heart that old bastard Deng Hanshan would never swallow this insult.

"Why should my wife bother with things like eliminating the weeds at the root? I can handle it myself someday."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past three days, Lin Yi has been inseparable from Rong Qianqin.

After their passionate encounter that day, Rong Qianqin nestled in his arms and said, "Husband, the seal within me has loosened, and I need to go into seclusion for a while."

"You stay in the palace and wait for me to come out."

Lin Yi nodded: "Don't worry, my wife."

After Rong Qianqin went into seclusion, Lin Yi's cultivation schedule was put back on.

He Xiaowei is a regular customer.

Once the Imperial Guard commander took off her armor, she was a mature and alluring woman, completely different from Rong Qianqin.

He Sijia is no less impressive.

The young girl had just tasted the sweetness of love, and her naivety and devotion made Lin Yi feel like he was experiencing his first love.

Lin Yi temporarily put aside his interest in the other flirtatious fairies and rewarded them with some pills so they could focus on their cultivation.

During this period, He Xiaowei and He Sijia took turns accompanying him in his cultivation.

With the support of Lin Yi's myriad spiritual bodies and the help of elixirs, the two women's cultivation levels rose rapidly.

He Sijia, in particular, is simple-minded, with a cool exterior but a well-behaved heart. She is gentle yet stubborn, which makes Lin Yi like her more and more.

Lin Yi himself was also busy.

The "Evergreen Wood Technique" has been partially mastered, and the vitality within the body is as abundant as the ocean.

The "Zhenyue Chengtian Jue" and the "Da Ri Jin Shen Jue" work together to make the physical body as hard as a magic weapon.

He's also quite proficient with the "Burning Heaven Technique," which has significantly increased his efficiency in alchemy.

However, his cultivation level was stuck at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, and he couldn't break through no matter what he did.

"Nine spiritual roots... forming a golden core is harder than ascending to heaven!"

Resources piled up like mountains, top-tier cultivation techniques, beautiful women accompanying him in cultivation... he lacks nothing, but he just can't break through that barrier.

"I've mastered the wood, earth, and fire cultivation techniques, but I haven't yet replenished my metal, water, and wind spiritual roots... Do I need to find specific rare and precious materials to succeed in one go?"

Just as Lin Yi was feeling down, an undercurrent was quietly surging on the other side of the Land of Absolute Spirits.

……

Xuanhuo Sect, Law Enforcement Hall.

The atmosphere in the main hall was gloomy, and a middle-aged man with a cold expression sat on the head seat.

He exuded an aura that sent chills down people's spines.

This man is Wang Yuanlong, the Hall Master of the Enforcement Hall of the Xuanhuo Sect!

He is the biological father of Wang Lie, who was crippled by Lin Yi, and also the son of Wang Gang, the Great Elder who died in the Fallen Dragon Mountain Range!

Wang Yuanlong is extremely talented, but also ruthless.

After hearing that his son had been crippled, he didn't rush to seek revenge. Instead, he channeled all his anger into cultivation.

Just in time for the revival of spiritual energy, he broke through the bottleneck in one go and formed a nascent soul!

He became one of the first people to break through to the Nascent Soul stage since the revival of spiritual energy.

He kept recalling his father Wang Gang's words: "Yuanlong, you are a genius that our Wang family has only seen once in a thousand years. The whole family is counting on you!"

Now he has finally emerged from seclusion and become a Nascent Soul expert, holding absolute power within the Xuanhuo Sect.

But what about his father?

"Father has been gone to the Fallen Dragon Mountains for so long and hasn't returned yet. We can't even contact him using a communication talisman... Something must have happened to him!"

Wang Yuanlong clenched his fists, and the pressure of his Nascent Soul stage aura emanated uncontrollably, causing the temperature in the entire hall to drop.

"First, the Fallen Dragon Mountain Range erupted with spiritual energy, and then my father disappeared without a trace... What a coincidence!"

He was pretty sure that his father Wang Gang's disappearance was definitely related to the Queen of the Women's Kingdom!

"Rong Qianqin...you better pray that my father's death has nothing to do with you."

"Otherwise, even if you were an empress, I, Wang Yuanlong, would make you pay with your life!"

Rumors are circulating that Lin Yi is the Empress's kept man and is especially favored by her.

The hatred between father and son.

These two scores combined are a fight to the death!

The Xuanhuo Sect was originally divided into two groups:

One group, led by Sect Master Qi Xiaoyun, was steady in their actions and obeyed the Empress's orders.

The other group was the radical faction led by the Wang family.

Now that Wang Yuanlong has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, his strength surpasses everyone else's, so he naturally became the leader of this group.

Many elders and disciples have already secretly sided with him.

Wang Yuanlong stood up, walked to the front of the hall, stared in the direction of the royal city of the Women's Kingdom, and his Nascent Soul stage divine sense spread out like a tide, carrying a bone-chilling killing intent.

"Lin Yi...the Empress's man?"

"Fine! Once I've consolidated the sect's power, your death is imminent."

"You crippled my son and cut off my father's path to survival. This debt... I'll make you pay with your blood!"

……

Seven days have passed.

The Empress's influence still lingers.

The Marquis of Zhenyuan's mansion could only swallow their anger, and the Women's Kingdom remained peaceful for the time being.

Lin Yi taught He Sijia swordsmanship in the Imperial Garden.

The young girl moved gracefully, her sword flashing, a sight to behold.

Mu Yun'er pouted, feeling extremely displeased.

This guy has never taught me like this before.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the Golden Palace was tense.

Empress Rong Qianqin suddenly announced her seclusion, and the Imperial Preceptor Ling Yuanshan took over the administration of the court.

He sat below the throne, his face expressionless, but he was making plans in his mind.

"Report!"

"Master of the Enforcement Hall of the Xuanhuo Sect, True Person Wang Yuanlong, has arrived!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pressure from a Nascent Soul cultivator surged into the hall like a flood!

A group of people walked in with their heads held high.

Leading the group was Wang Yuanlong, dressed in a crimson robe, his face as cold as a knife, his eyes sharp.

Several elders and elite disciples followed behind, all of them coming with great force.

The faces of all the civil and military officials changed, and many of them broke out in a cold sweat.

A calculating glint flashed in Ling Yuanshan's eyes, but a smile plastered on his face:

"Oh, Lord Wang, what brings you here! May I ask if your visit concerns the sealing of the Demon Abyss?"

He knew perfectly well what the other party meant, but he pretended to be confused.

He had a clear understanding of the internal struggles within the Xuanhuo Sect.

The man before you is now the de facto ruler of the Xuanhuo Sect, and he is none other than Wang Lie's biological father, the one who was crippled by Lin Yi!

"Lin Yi, Lin Yi, you've finally met your match!"

Ling Yuanshan sneered inwardly, "The Empress is in seclusion. Let's see who can protect you this time!"

Wang Yuanlong's gaze swept over them, his voice icy: "I'm not here today on official business, but for a personal grudge—to catch the murderer!"

"The murderer?"

The courtiers stirred, but no one dared to utter a sound.

Ling Yuanshan feigned surprise: "Such a thing happened? I wonder which audacious thug it was?"

Wang Yuanlong gritted his teeth, his voice filled with hatred: "That murderer is called Lin Yi! He used insidious methods to cripple my son Wang Lie's cultivation, and then he killed my father Wang Gang in the Fallen Dragon Mountains! This is an irreconcilable feud!"

The pressure emanating from the Nascent Soul stage nearly caused several officials with lower cultivation levels to collapse to the ground.

"Seriously?!"

Ling Yuanshan slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Young Master Lin usually seems so refined and gentle, I never expected him to be so ruthless! You can never truly know a person's heart just by looking at their face!"

"That's not all!"

Wang Yuanlong said bitterly, "This brat is extremely vicious! I suspect he's been corrupted by demonic energy! My Xuanhuo Sect, acting on behalf of Heaven, must capture him and extract his soul for purification!"

Ling Yuanshan nodded repeatedly: "Palace Master Wang is right! This kind of villain must not be allowed to escape justice!"

The two of them, working in tandem, sealed Lin Yi's fate with just a few words.

The other officials were terrified, but none of them dared to speak up for Lin Yi.

A glint flashed in Ling Yuanshan's eyes, and he turned to shout at the guards:

"Someone! Summon Lin Yi to the main hall immediately!"

At this moment, Lin Yi was still teaching He Sijia swordsmanship in the Imperial Garden.

This girl is indeed talented. With Lin Yi giving her extra tutoring every day and providing her with plenty of pills, her cultivation has already reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage!

"Scarlett, the key to this sword technique is generating power from the waist..."

Lin Yi was helping her adjust her posture, hand in hand.

Just then, a guard rushed over:

"Young Master Lin, the Imperial Advisor requests your immediate presence in the Golden Palace."

Lin Yi frowned: "What is it?"

The guard lowered his voice: "Wang Yuanlong, the Hall Master of the Enforcement Hall of the Xuanhuo Sect, has arrived. He says you are the murderer and wants to arrest you for punishment."

I go!

Lin Yi's heart sank.

The enemy has come knocking again! And it's none other than Wang Yuanlong, a newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator!

"Damn... a Nascent Soul stage monster."

Lin Yi was a little overwhelmed. "I've never fought against a Nascent Soul level cultivator before."

The Empress is in seclusion and should not be disturbed.

The chances of winning a direct confrontation with a Nascent Soul cultivator are slim.

Or...should we run?

"Young master, it would be more dangerous for you to leave the palace now."

Mu Yun'er suddenly spoke up, "There are countless people watching you outside."

Lin Yi scratched his head in frustration: "What should we do then? We can't just go head-to-head with a Nascent Soul cultivator, can we?"

"Young master, I'll go with you!"

He Sijia stepped forward, her eyes resolute.

Lin Yi felt a warmth in his heart and patted her head: "Silly girl, you can't help with this, just stay put."

He Sijia bit her lip, looking at him with a face full of worry.

Mu Yun'er watched from the side, inwardly scoffing, "Hmph, this lecherous bastard deserves it!"

"But if he gets captured, my life will still be in his hands, and I won't be able to live either."

"Sigh, should I lend him a hand or not?"

Mu Yun'er suddenly understood.

From the moment he met Lin Yi until now, he has truly been exceptional towards her.

She was given plenty of spiritual spring water, free spiritual herbs, and sword techniques and flying swords without hesitation.

"never mind,"

Mu Yun'er sighed inwardly, "I'll help you out this time because you've been good to me."

She looked up at Lin Yi: "Young Master, don't worry!"

"I have mastered the sword formation you gave me. Combined with those nine flying swords and my newly acquired sword aura... I can handle most early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators."

"What?!" Lin Yi's eyes widened in surprise.

But upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

Sword cultivators are naturally adept at fighting beyond their level, and Mu Yun'er, with her innate sword physique, was born to practice swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship is divided into several levels: sword energy, sword intent, sword momentum, sword heart, and sword realm. Each level is further divided into beginner, minor success, major success, perfection, and peak.

This girl quietly and diligently mastered the sword technique!

In addition, there's the ancient sword formation and a bunch of top-grade flying swords that I swindled from Wei Xian...

This set of equipment can actually hold its own against someone in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm!

"My Yun'er is amazing!"

Lin Yi was overjoyed. "All those pills I fed her weren't for nothing! I've finally raised a female sword immortal!"

He straightened his back and waved his hand, "Come on! Follow me to the Golden Palace and meet that Wang Yuanlong! I want to see if this newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator can withstand a single sword strike from my Yun'er!"

Seeing this scene, He Sijia felt a pang of sadness and secretly clenched her fists.

Mu Yun'er remained expressionless, and with a slight lift of her finger, a clear sword sound rang out from within her body, and a sharp sword intent spread out.

Lin Yi pulled her along and strode towards the Golden Palace.

The moment the two stepped into the main hall, the previously noisy scene instantly quieted down.

All eyes turned to them.

Some admired Lin Yi for daring to come, some were waiting to see the show, and others were worried for him.

But most people's attention was immediately drawn to Mu Yun'er.

She was dressed in white, with long hair like a waterfall, an exquisitely beautiful face, and a cold, ethereal aura like a fairy from heaven.

She and Empress Rong Qianqin represent two completely different kinds of beauty.

One is a high and mighty emperor, the other is a sword immortal with sharp and unparalleled skills.

So beautiful you can't take your eyes off her!

Even Wang Yuanlong's pupils constricted sharply, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes, which then turned into greed.

"A special sword body?! If I could get my hands on this woman and absorb the primordial yin energy from her sword body, my nascent soul foundation would immediately become as stable as Mount Tai, and I would have a chance to break through to the mid-stage of the nascent soul realm within a hundred years!"

"Such top-quality goods actually ended up with Lin Yi? What a waste! We'll deal with them today!"

Lin Yi saw his gaze clearly and sneered inwardly.

He feigned a relaxed expression and casually cupped his hands towards Ling Yuanshan: "Grand Preceptor, what's the matter that you summoned me in such a hurry?"

With just one sentence, he shut down the other party's attempt to launch an attack.

Wang Yuanlong stared at Lin Yi with eyes like knives, his Nascent Soul stage aura slowly dissipating, but he didn't rush to speak.

Ling Yuanshan was so angry at Lin Yi's attitude that his face turned dark: "Lin Yi! Don't play dumb!"

"That day outside the imperial city, you publicly crippled the cultivation of Wang Lie, a disciple of the Xuanhuo Sect. Did that really happen?!"

Lin Yi blinked: "Oh, you mean that proper competition? Yes, there was one!"

"What's wrong, Grand Preceptor? During the martial arts competition, only he can hit me, and I can't fight back? Or can the loser go home and complain to their parents?"

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Ling Yuanshan was speechless. "The Xuanhuo Sect is an important ally of our Daughter Kingdom. What you've done has seriously damaged..."

"Alright, alright."

Lin Yi waved his hand, "Is that all? I don't have time to waste with your nonsense. I need to go back to cultivate. I'm leaving."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Stop right there!"

Ling Yuanshan slammed his hand on the armrest of his chair. "And another thing! You used underhanded tactics to kill Wang Gang, the Grand Elder of the Xuanhuo Sect, in the Fallen Dragon Mountains! Do you dare admit to such a grave crime?!"

Lin Yi stopped and turned around to look at him as if he were an idiot: "Grand Preceptor, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"You're saying I killed Wang Gang? Where's the evidence? Where are the witnesses? Or did you see it with your own eyes?"

"You can't just make up a charge against me because your wife has a crush on me, can you?"

"puff!"

Someone in the corner couldn't help but laugh out loud, then quickly covered their mouth.

Ling Yuanshan's face turned pale and then red, pointing at Lin Yi: "You...you..."

After arguing for a while, I was so angry I almost couldn't breathe.

Seeing that Ling Yuanshan was speechless, Wang Yuanlong couldn't sit still any longer.

He slowly stood up, unleashing his terrifying Nascent Soul stage aura, which surged towards the entire hall like a giant wave!

All the officials turned pale and their legs trembled.

"Lin Yi".

Wang Yuanlong's voice was icy cold: "You crippled my son and killed my father."

"No matter how eloquent you are, you're not getting away today."

"Whether you admit it or not is irrelevant. I'll capture you and search your soul, making you wish you were dead!"

"Yo!"

Lin Yi picked at his ear. "I wondered who it was. Turns out it's Wang Lie's good-for-nothing father?"

"What's this? The younger one can't beat you, so the older one's here to settle scores?"

"The old folks got involved too, and you're only just now jumping out?"

"Is your method of sending people to their deaths a bit out of order?"

"You little bastard! You're asking for it!!!"

Wang Yuanlong completely lost it, his Nascent Soul stage spiritual power surging wildly!

Ling Yuanshan added fuel to the fire: "Palace Master Wang! This kid is incredibly arrogant! Don't waste words with him, just use soul searching! Keeping him around is just asking for trouble!"

Lin Yi immediately retorted, "Is the Imperial Advisor so eager to convict me? You shameless old man, Xiaowei risked ruining her reputation to help you, and you still want to betray her?"

"You...! Bastard!!!" Ling Yuanshan was so angry he almost fainted.

The officials' hearts pounded as they listened, wanting to laugh but daring not to, their faces turning red with suppressed laughter!

"Enough!" Wang Yuanlong roared, "No matter how eloquent you are, it's useless! Kneel down before me!"

He acted immediately after speaking!

A punch came flying, seemingly simple, but it was as heavy as a collapsing mountain, heading straight for Lin Yi!

The force of the punch caused the air to explode and the floor to tremble!

Lin Yi's expression changed. Taking that punch head-on would definitely result in injury; it wasn't worth it.

"Young master, be careful!"

Mu Yun'er shouted and stepped in front of Lin Yi.

Facing the angry punch from the Nascent Soul cultivator, her expression remained unchanged. With a flick of her finger, she activated her sword technique!

"Nine Profound Sword Formation! Activate!!!"

hum!hum!hum!

Nine sword cries rang out simultaneously!

Nine dazzling, top-grade flying swords appeared out of thin air, instantly forming a mysterious sword formation!

A sword intent, no less powerful than Wang Yuanlong's fist technique, soared into the sky!

The entire hall was illuminated by the sword light, and the temperature dropped instantly. The sharp sword energy stung the skin!

"What?! Nine top-grade flying swords?!"

"My God! This sword formation is terrifying!"

The moment the nine swords were drawn, the entire audience was shocked!

Wang Yuanlong's punching motion suddenly slowed down, and a look of shock appeared on his face!

But this is not over yet!

A flash of sword light appeared in Mu Yun'er's eyes, and her aura suddenly became extremely sharp!

Sword technique perfected!

A powerful force, seemingly capable of splitting mountains and rivers, suddenly spread out!

The power of the Nine Profound Sword Formation surged once more! The nine swords rang out in unison, meeting the mountain-like fist force head-on!

boom!!!

The force of the fist and the light of the sword collided fiercely!

That seemingly invincible earth element fist force was actually blocked by the sword light, and was even being subtly cut and disintegrated!

An energy storm exploded, causing the array in the main hall to vibrate and hum!

Wang Yuanlong swayed and was actually forced back half a step!

Although it was only a minor injury, his face was filled with shock!

"Her sword technique is fully developed... coupled with this sword formation and flying swords... this woman can actually contend with a Nascent Soul cultivator?!"

His gaze towards Mu Yun'er shifted from greed to deep apprehension.

Lin Yi was grinning from ear to ear from behind.

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! My Yun'er is incredible!"

Just then, he heard Mu Yun'er's voice transmission in his ear, tinged with exhaustion: "Young Master... I can't hold on much longer."

"Fully activating the sword aura and sword formation is too taxing. I'm only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, so I can't fight for long... I can only scare him a little."

Lin Yi was startled, but he didn't show it on his face.

On the field, Mu Yun'er remained dressed in flowing white robes, surrounded by nine swords, her sword intent awe-inspiring.

She swept her cold gaze over Wang Yuanlong: "Palace Master Wang, shall we continue?"

Wang Yuanlong's expression kept changing.

He couldn't fathom Mu Yun'er's true strength, and he was even more wary of her masterful sword technique and strange sword formation.

If we continue fighting, even if we win, we will have to pay a heavy price.

Besides, this is the imperial palace after all, and such a commotion might have already alerted the Empress.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and stared intently at Lin Yi.

"Fine! You're very good!" Wang Yuanlong's voice was icy. "Lin Yi, you're lucky today! Let's go!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left with the people from the Xuanhuo Sect, his back view full of resentment.

Ling Yuanshan was completely dumbfounded.

He never expected that the formidable Nascent Soul cultivator would be scared away by a little girl.

He watched Wang Yuanlong's departing figure, then looked at Mu Yun'er in the hall and Lin Yi, who looked relaxed, and felt a burning pain on his face.

Oh no, I've really offended them!

The other ministers then realized what was happening. Those who had been holding their breath just moments before now all surrounded them with beaming smiles:

"Young Master Lin is indeed a man of exceptional talent and bearing! How could he possibly be the murderer?"

"The Fairy Mu's swordsmanship is superb; she is truly a blessing to our Women's Kingdom!"

"Young Master Lin, you've been frightened! My family has a few talented female disciples; I'll send some to you later to calm your nerves!"

Immediately, sycophantic voices rose and fell.

Lin Yi sneered inwardly, too lazy to pay any attention.

He patted Mu Yun'er's hand: "Good Yun'er, you've worked hard. When we get back, I'll reward you handsomely."

Mu Yun'er sheathed her flying sword and returned to her aloof and fairy-like appearance, though her face was a few shades paler than before.

On the surface, this incident seems to have passed.

But Lin Yi knew in his heart that Wang Yuanlong would definitely not let it go.

Like Deng Hanshan, he would definitely kill anyone he got the chance.

However, after this ordeal, he has managed to establish a firm foothold in the imperial court.

As for the Imperial Advisor Ling Yuanshan... he's nothing but a clown.

Out of consideration for Rong Qianqin's need for him to stabilize the court, he will be spared for now.

Lin Yi began to ponder.

Next.

Should we reward Mu Yun'er for her great contribution, or should we comfort He Sijia who was frightened earlier?

Or perhaps he should go and spend some time with He Xiaowei?

……

Back to the residence.

After much deliberation, Lin Yi made up his mind... He would not indulge in women today!

"Just one day, no less. Cultivation is the only important thing!"

He needs to give Mu Yun'er some proper guidance.

We used to just throw resources at her, but we never expected that she could actually go toe-to-toe with a Nascent Soul cultivator!

"Even I might not be able to withstand Wang Yuanlong's punch, and this girl actually did? She's incredible!"

Mu Yun'er swallowed the pills Lin Yi gave her and drank some spiritual spring water, and her complexion finally improved.

But his expression remained cold, even more so than before, and he didn't even bother to glance at Lin Yi out of the corner of his eye.

Lin Yi was completely bewildered: "What's wrong with this girl?"

The two stood facing each other, neither of them speaking, the atmosphere incredibly awkward.

Lin Yi scratched his head and coughed lightly, "Yun'er, don't worry! Before you reach Nascent Soul stage, I absolutely will not force you to engage in dual cultivation! I swear on my Myriad Spirits Body!"

Mu Yun'er blushed, glared at him fiercely, and cursed him inwardly: "You filthy scoundrel! Who wants to cultivate with you!"

But strangely enough...

After I finished yelling, I felt a little empty inside.

She quickly dismissed the thought, and her face grew even longer.

To break the deadlock, she took out a blood-red spiritual fruit, drew her flying sword, and began to peel it.

This is Lin Yi's old habit... he always peels fruit before eating it.

If any other cultivator saw this, they would be furious.

The peel of this fruit is a treasure for body tempering!

But Mu Yun'er knew that Lin Yi had more of these fruits in his spiritual spring space than he could eat.

She was very skilled; she peeled the fruit quickly and thinly, keeping the peel intact, and then handed over the smooth fruit.

Lin Yi took it, grinned, and took a big bite. His mouth was full of juice, and he squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Mu Yun'er took one for herself and nibbled on it in small bites, without saying a word or looking at him.

Inside the room, only the sound of chewing and the breathing of the two people remained.

There was no flirting, no chatting, but there was a sense of peace after weathering the storm.

Looking at Mu Yun'er beside him, Lin Yi suddenly felt much more at ease.

It seems that besides dual cultivation, having someone quietly by your side is also quite nice.

……

Inside a luxurious inn in the capital city of the Women's Kingdom.

A woman is combing her hair in front of a mirror.

The face in the mirror was unbelievably beautiful.

With fair and delicate skin, expressive eyes, and an alluring yet languid charm, she exudes a captivating allure.

She was wearing a sheer nightgown, her figure partially concealed.

"Like Madam Shuang!"

Outside the door, a commander in black bowed and said, "We've been waiting for almost half a month, and Lin Yi has been hiding in the palace and hasn't come out."

"If this drags on any longer, it might be difficult to explain to the sect leader."

Wen Rushuang put down the comb and smiled slightly: "What's the rush? Your sect leader spent so much money to invite me here, and you don't even have this much patience?"

She walked to the window and looked in the direction of the palace: "If he won't come out, then we'll find a way to get him out."

"I've heard about it; this guy is a real womanizer."

"He's not satisfied with having the Empress; he even goes after Commander He and his female disciples. What a womanizer!"

She licked her lips. "I really want to try... what that Panacea Body tastes like."

Her voice sounded sweet and delicate, but the commander outside the door felt a chill run down his spine.

He had heard of the reputation of this Lady Ru Shuang.

She is a jinx; any man who gets close to her will meet a bad end.

"Madam is brilliant... How do we lure him out?" the commander asked in a low voice.

Wen Rushuang smiled and said, "This kid has offended Deng Hanshan and Wang Yuanlong, so of course we have to keep our distance. But, every man has a weakness."

"He currently dotes on a young girl named He Sijia. Coincidentally, her family is from Qingyang City."

Her smile was innocent, but her words were as cold as a knife: "As long as we catch that little girl, or cause some trouble for her family..."

"Do you think that young master Lin, who cherishes women so much, can still sit still?"

The commander's eyes lit up: "Great idea, Madam! I'll get on it right away!"

The door closed, and the room became quiet again.

The smile on Wen Rushuang's face slowly disappeared.

She looked at her impossibly beautiful face in the mirror, a hint of weariness and vulnerability flashing in her eyes.

The face in the mirror suddenly flickered, as if it had transformed into her appearance at sixteen.

She stood in front of the mourning hall at home, her face covered in tears.

In the blink of an eye, she suddenly closed her eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, all that remained was a coldness.

She pulled her pajamas up to the collar and wrapped them tighter around her body.

"The Body of a Thousand Spirits... Lin Yi... don't let me down."