57: Chapter 57 Wang Teng's Plan, the Holy Lord Summons Him!

Su Yuxi's tone was very polite.

But Shen Qingyue read another meaning in her eyes.

This was a test, and also a declaration.

I came first.

I know him better.

You are the newcomer!

Shen Qingyue understood.

This Miss Su, though seemingly cold, was very strong-willed at heart.

"About twenty percent recovered."

Shen Qingyue answered truthfully, neither concealing nor exaggerating.

"With a Dao injury, it needs time to slowly recuperate."

Su Yuxi nodded.

"Since you're living on First Peak, if you need anything in your Cultivation, you can always come to me."

"I'm on Second Peak, and I'm quite familiar with the current Cultivation Technique system."

"Perhaps I can help a little."

Her words were generous and appropriate.

There was nothing to fault.

But Chu Wanqing always felt something was off.

When did Su Yuxi become so enthusiastic?

Last time in the Taichu Ancient Mine, she looked at herself and Sister Qingyue with a scrutinizing gaze.

Now she's actively showing goodwill?

Chu Wanqing's intuition once again sounded an alarm.

Su Yuxi was marking her territory!

Guiding Shen Qingyue in the posture of a Senior was essentially establishing her dominant position.

Women's wars never needed swords.

A simple phrase like 'if you need anything, you can always come to me' was more effective than ten thousand blades.

Shen Qingyue naturally understood as well.

She was a Saintess of the Ancient Imperial Clan; what kind of scheming hadn't she seen?

But she neither refuted nor took the bait.

She merely responded indifferently: "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Su."

Four words, neither distant nor close, neither humble nor arrogant.

Su Yuxi glanced at her, her lips moving slightly.

As expected of someone from an Imperial Clan.

Watertight.

The three maidens by the Spirit Spring Pool were outwardly harmonious.

But the hidden clashes had already gone back and forth several times.

Chu Wanqing was in the middle, looking left and right.

She always felt an indescribable atmosphere in the air.

To say it was tense, yet no one was arguing.

To say it was harmonious, yet it felt like it could explode at any moment.

She cautiously moved closer to the center of the pool.

Maintaining a safe distance.

...

At the same time.

Lin Yi's Immortal Cave.

He finished a cycle of Cultivation and opened his eyes.

The second form of the Heavenly Emperor Fist already had a rough outline.

But he couldn't rush; he needed to refine it slowly.

He stood up and pushed open the stone door.

The morning breeze, carrying moisture from the Spirit Spring Pool, brushed against his face.

Lin Yi's Primordial Immortal Pupil flickered slightly.

He saw three figures by the Spirit Spring Pool.

One was looking around in the water.

One was expressionless in the water.

One was sitting on the shore, dignified as a painting.

The aura between the three of them was visibly subtle.

Lin Yi withdrew his gaze, turned back into his Immortal Cave, and closed the stone door tighter.

There were some battlefields he didn't want to participate in, nor did he want to disrupt that atmosphere.

This kind of benign competition could actually better stabilize his team...

He sat back down on the stone platform and continued to study the second form of the Heavenly Emperor Fist.

But not long after Cultivating, there was a knock on the stone door.

"Saint."

It was Grand Elder Wang Hong's voice.

Lin Yi opened his eyes.

"Come in."

Wang Hong pushed open the door and entered, his expression solemn.

"Saint, there are two matters."

"First, the Holy Lord asked me to inform you that he has already dealt with the envoys from various Dao Lineages who came to offer congratulations.

However, a few families wish to meet you in person. When would be convenient for you?"

Lin Yi waved his hand.

"Just let the Holy Lord handle these matters completely; I don't have time to see them."

Wang Hong nodded.

"The second matter..."

He paused, lowering his voice.

"News has come from the Northern Region that Wang Teng, the Imperial Son of the Imperial Clan Wang Family, officially emerged from seclusion three days ago."

"On the day he emerged, he sensed that an Ancient Great Emperor Secret Realm was about to appear in the direction of the Central Continent."

"The Wang Family has already declared—"

"The Legacy of the Ancient Desolate Emperor is specially tailored for Wang Teng."

"Anyone who dares to covet it will be regarded as a mortal enemy by the Wang Family."

Lin Yi listened, then let out a soft scoff.

Specially tailored?

Quite a boast.

"Is there any other news about Wang Teng?"

Wang Hong continued: "According to our investigation, Wang Teng has secretly contacted certain individuals in the Chu Family, but it's not yet clear who they are."

"Additionally, Wang Teng is ranked third on the three thousand extreme dao list, second only to the Saint and Miss Su."

"But he himself seems very dissatisfied with this ranking."

Lin Yi stood up and walked to the window.

In the northern sky, that golden Luck light pillar was still faintly visible.

Brighter than last night.

"Elder Wang Hong."

"Please speak, Saint."

"Help me investigate something."

Lin Yi turned around, light flowing in his Primordial Immortal Pupil.

"There is a person named Chu Ningshuang in the Chu Family."

"Investigate her origins, background, and all her dealings with external forces within the last three years."

Wang Hong's expression changed slightly.

"Chu Ningshuang?"

"I remember, this person is the second daughter of Chu Family Patriarch Chu Chengdao, and Chu Wanqing's younger sister."

"Is that so?"

Lin Yi's answer to Wang Hong's question was calm.

"Yes, go and investigate."

"Understood!"

Wang Hong turned and left.

Silence returned to the Immortal Cave.

Lin Yi stood with his hands behind his back by the window, his gaze distant.

According to the original plot, Wang Teng, Chu Ningshuang, the Wang Family, and the Chu Family.

These threads would soon become entangled.

And what he had to do was sharpen his blade before these threads became a tangled knot.

Then, cut everything with one strike!

Lin Yi Cultivated for another half day in the Immortal Cave.

He had roughly comprehended the second form of the Heavenly Emperor Fist.

But to achieve Major Achievement, he still needed to refine it through actual combat.

Talking on paper was useless; he needed real, fierce battles!

He was about to continue his research when another knock sounded outside the stone door.

This time it wasn't Wang Hong.

It was the voice of a young Disciple, tinged with nervousness.

"Lin, Saint Lin! The Holy Lord requests your presence! He wants you to go to Tianji Hall immediately!"

Tianji Hall.

That was the highest deliberation chamber of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land.

Only major matters concerning the survival of the Holy Land were ever discussed there.

Lin Yi stood up and pushed open the stone door.

Outside the door stood a young Disciple, fifteen or sixteen years old.

When he saw Lin Yi, his eyes went wide as if he had seen a god.

"Let's go!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Saint, please!"

The young Disciple led the way, stumbling and secretly glancing back at Lin Yi no less than seven or eight times.

Lin Yi didn't mind.

The two passed through several mountain gates and palaces, arriving before Tianji Hall.

Tianji Hall was built in the very center of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land.

Nine peaks surrounded it, and Spiritual Veins converged there.

The stone steps in front of the hall were carved with ancient Dao Principle runes, each step exuding a faint pressure.

Ordinary Disciples would feel their legs weaken just stepping onto the first one.

Lin Yi walked up step by step.

His Hongmeng Chaos Body operated on its own, and all pressure dissipated automatically three feet in front of him.

As if it didn't exist.

The hall doors were wide open.

Lin Yi walked in.

The layout inside the hall was simple.

A massive chessboard-shaped stone platform occupied the center.

Above the stone platform, an ancient bronze light screen floated, displaying the latest rankings of the three thousand extreme dao list.

There was a row of stone chairs on each side of the stone platform.

Only two people were seated at the moment.

Holy Lord of Tianxuan Zhou Qing sat in the main seat, toying with a chess piece in his hand.

First Peak Master Luo Qinghan sat in the first position on the right, still with that bone-chilling demeanor.

Seeing Lin Yi enter, Zhou Qing tossed the chess piece onto the stone platform.

"You're here! Sit!"