Chapter 115: The Next Step

This kid is a bit strange... Why does it feel like his brain isn’t quite working right...
“Brother Bai, this is some fine equipment that Big Brother went through a lot of trouble to get for you. Why are you just standing there like a bump on a log?”
“Hurry up and open it to have a look.”

Zhu Dawei sighed helplessly in his heart, forcing a smile once again as he spoke gently.

I don’t buy it for a second...
You, you thickset, rotten bastard...

“Alright...”
Lin Xiaobai smiled cheerfully on the surface, but inside he was cursing. After hesitating for a moment, he dragged his heavy steps over to the desk and gently placed the box down.

Phew...

Taking a deep breath of not-so-fresh air, Lin Xiaobai gradually calmed his racing thoughts. He turned his head and glanced deeply toward Qingli in the distance, then slowly clasped his hands tightly.

Crack...

A dazzling white light burst forth...

The air instantly froze in place...

In an instant, the white light filled the entire room.

A rich, refreshing fragrance quickly poured out, clearing one’s mind and sharpening thoughts!

Inside the box, Lin Xiaobai saw the contents clearly.

Besides an ancient-looking scroll, there was a cluster of ethereal white light radiating softly.

Hmm, doesn’t look like anything harmful.

Though the light orb was intangible, it seemed solid and substantial—quite impressive.

Lin Xiaobai’s eyes studied the two items inside the box deeply, suspicion growing stronger in his heart.

Is Zhu Dawei really this kind-hearted?

“This is the Soldier’s Derivative Pearl and the Taoist Derivative Scroll.”

“One can transform into a weapon perfectly tailored to your own body; the other can derive a cultivation technique best suited to your practice from the infinite skills of the Underworld!”

Looking at Lin Xiaobai seated before the desk, Zhu Dawei smiled, his eyes narrowing nearly to slits as he spoke with deliberate calmness.

“How do I use them?”

Lin Xiaobai paused slightly and asked.

“Just hold them in your hand.”

Zhu Dawei replied briefly without further explanation.

Without delay, Lin Xiaobai took both items from the box and held them in his palm.

Hum...

In the blink of an eye, the ethereal orb in Lin Xiaobai’s right hand transformed into a cool energy that swept over his entire body.

Boom!!

Immediately after!

From outside the office came an incredibly powerful roar!

Dong!

As the thick, ancient bell tolled, an overwhelming force of summoning power suddenly spread out!

The cool energy from the orb inside Lin Xiaobai surged out through his pores and finally converged three feet in front of him, forming an unfinished painting scroll!

As if complementing that summoning force, the illusory scroll slowly unfurled after a few breaths.

Lin Xiaobai stared blankly at the scene before him, overwhelmed by a shock he couldn’t put into words. He had never witnessed such a strange method before!

Qingli also fixed her gaze on the scene, unwilling to miss a single detail.

Both of them noticed Zhu Dawei, his face plump with flesh, sweating faintly on his forehead, his back drenched through with sweat!

A closer look revealed deep reverence hidden in Zhu Dawei’s eyes as he stared at the scroll.

The Cold Heaven Scripture—

A cultivation method founded in ancient times by Chu Jiang Wang, the King of the Underworld among the Ten Yama Kings.

Could it be that this person’s constitution is extraordinarily suited to Chu Jiang Wang’s lineage?

No wonder the Underworld’s Wuchang himself personally supervised his onboarding.

Zhu Dawei thought silently.

Unbeknownst to the crowd, above them stood a young man dressed in black and gold embroidered robes, silently contemplating. A murmur escaped his lips:

“This life is rather interesting.”
“The system?”
“I have found it.”

After a brief pause, the young man turned and strode toward the nearby void.

The next life would begin once again.

Only when the young man departed did the others begin to regain their composure.

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“Is the Sword Sect really this hypocritical? Fawning on power, recognizing thieves as fathers, indifferent to the lives of their own disciples?”
“Allowing outsiders to incite followers to besiege our disciples, and the elders witness it in silence! They even turn a blind eye! Such a Sword Sect is utterly despicable and vile!”

Inside the grand, resplendent hall, voices clamored as many people stood.

At this moment, a young man in a blue robe clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning with anger as he let out a roar of frustration.

His name was Lin Hao, an inner disciple of the Sword Sect.

“Lin Hao, leave at once! This is no place for your unruly behavior!”

“Even I, the Hall Master, bow and show utmost respect to this noble gentleman. How dare a greenhorn like you slander him lightly!”

Nearby, a man dressed in white suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze was sharp and shifting, a terrifying aura faintly emanating from him, giving off an overwhelming sense of pressure!

This was a supreme master!

His presence was that of a long-standing leader!

Clearly, he was the sect leader of the Sword Sect!

“Go to the Blackwater Prison for reflection!”

“If you continue to cause trouble, don’t blame me for severe punishment!”

Leader Zhao Ming’s eyes were deep and cold, his terrifying aura swirling faintly.

Yet a careful look revealed a trace of gloom hidden deep within his eyes.

In the land of Chuling, the Sword Sect—the foremost of the three sects, six palaces, and nine factions—could not tolerate a mere inner disciple’s insolence.

Today was the day of ancestral worship, and every true disciple and elder of the Sword Sect had gathered.

Moreover, a figure of immense influence was present!

If that mysterious young noble were displeased, not only the Sword Sect but the entire Chuling land would suffer!

At that time, even if they knelt in death, begging for mercy, no salvation would come!

He wished he could strike Lin Hao down immediately to avoid blame!

“Leader, this man...”

Upon hearing this, Lin Hao’s eyes flashed with unwillingness as he spoke again.

“Silence!”

Before he finished, Zhao Ming’s gaze flashed cold and he roared suddenly!

A terrifying aura burst forth, engulfing the entire hall, and a mighty spiritual energy surged toward Lin Hao!

At this moment, Zhao Ming truly intended to crush this insolent disciple with a single palm!

That noble was immensely powerful and influential; how could a mere sect leader compare?

He had repeatedly warned, but now Lin Hao dared to drag that noble into this mess—sheer folly!

With the leader’s roar, the hall instantly fell silent.

Feeling the oppressive aura, the elders showed fear on their faces!

In all these years, the sect leader had never lost his temper so fiercely.

Under this immense pressure, Lin Hao trembled and seemed about to kneel!

A sharp chill rose along his back as Zhao Ming’s surging spiritual energy approached!

Thud!

The moment the spiritual energy pressed down, Lin Hao was pinned to the ground without a chance to resist!

Humiliation flashed in his eyes, as a fierce unwillingness rose in his heart.

I only have Nascent Soul cultivation; my master will be here soon. I’m not afraid of you yet!

Enduring the terrifying pressure, Lin Hao’s eyes grew fierce as he shouted again:

“I only seek justice for myself! This man has repeatedly incited his followers to surround and attack me! I, Lin, have never wavered in loyalty as a Sword Sect disciple!”

“Yet, when I am in peril, all I receive is silence from you!”

His voice was passionate and righteous, as if he were the pure victim.

“Besides, this man ignores the tragic plight of his followers! Even if you fawn on power and climb the ranks, if you ever slip up, won’t you end up like this?”

“Or do you have no pity when you see such suffering?”

“I cannot stand it and must speak out! You vile scoundrels are courting your own doom!”

As he spoke, Lin Hao’s gaze swept over a bloodied woman beside him, her cultivation ruined, his expression full of indignation!

Hidden beneath was a trace of sorrow.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, with delicate, exquisite features.

Her eyes were like autumn water, her brows like distant ink lines.

Her black hair flowed smoothly, her fair face pure and radiant, dressed in black robes that gave off a cold, ethereal aura.

It was hard to describe this feeling—she resembled a celestial maiden fallen from the heavens, whose chilling otherworldly presence captivated anyone at a glance...

Though her cultivation was ruined, her expression remained calm, indifferent to Lin Hao’s words of concern.

Blood continually seeped from the corner of her mouth, yet she seemed unconcerned by her wounds, quietly awaiting her superior’s judgment.

“Can’t stand it?”

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