The icy beauty took the initiative to be affectionate: Call me senior sister!

On the other side, Lin Yuan's figure had already landed on the massive senluo bone boat.

He deliberately suppressed his Cultivation to Qi Refining Ninth Layer Perfection, his aura contained, making him look like an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple who was about to be sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder, completely unremarkable.

In a place like the Blood River Frontline, where the strong and weak mingle and experts are everywhere, it was better to keep a low profile.

If he really ran into some blind fool, showing weakness would be the perfect chance to enjoy the pleasure of pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

The bone boat was extremely fast, tearing through the airflow under the drive of the Formation, and the massive Yin Corpse Sect mountain gate rapidly shrank in their sight.

Lin Yuan glanced around and found that there were only five or six people on the boat, which could hold a thousand.

Aside from Gu Zheng, who was expressionless and stood proudly like a pine tree on a snow mountain, the remaining three Male Cultivators all had powerful auras, and their gazes toward him were filled with unconcealed scrutiny, probing, and hostility.

"Good grief, they're raising the intensity right from the start!"

Lin Yuan muttered inwardly, "Is Xuan Yin Old Ancestor holding a selection contest for a grandson-in-law? Judging by this situation, I'm the amateur trainee with no background and no strength."

As he was thinking, a handsome young man dressed in white, holding a Jade Bone Folding Fan, and wearing a Purple-Gold Crown walked over, fanning himself.

He wore a gentle smile, but his peach blossom eyes revealed a sense of condescending scrutiny.

"Junior Brother, you look unfamiliar. May I ask which peak's Disciple you are? Going to the Blood River Frontline, where the strong and weak mingle, and daring to venture out with your level of Cultivation—your courage is extraordinary."

An alarm bell went off in Lin Yuan's heart; the visitor meant trouble.

He calmly swept his gaze over them, and the other two were also staring at him with unfriendly eyes.

One was a cold-faced young man in black robes, with a chilling aura, whose Cultivation was also Early Core Formation Stage.

The other was a robust, bald strong man whose exposed arms were covered in strange black Corpse Runes. His Late Core Formation Stage Cultivation was completely undisguised, and the pressure was overwhelming.

Aside from their good looks and outstanding demeanor, these three people also had Cultivation levels that were stronger than the last.

Lin Yuan's mind spun, and he instantly recalled Mu Wanrou's warning, cursing inwardly.

Clearly, they saw him as the fourth competitor!

And the one who looked the weakest!

"Let me introduce you."

Gu Zheng's icy voice sounded at the right time. She also seemed to have sensed the subtle atmosphere, and she pointed at the young man in white.

"Bai Yixuan, Variant Wind Spiritual Root."

She then pointed toward the young man in black robes and the robust strong man.

"Li Xinghe, my master's Personal Disciple."

"Shi Tai, primarily practices Refined Corpse."

Lin Yuan's heart slightly tightened. The names of these three were extremely famous among the Yin Corpse Sect's Inner Sect Disciples.

Bai Yixuan's Golden Armored Corpse was comparable to an Early Core Formation Stage Cultivator. He himself possessed a rare Wind Spiritual Root, and his Wind Manipulation Technique was unpredictable, always carrying himself with an air of elegance.

Li Xinghe's name was even more renowned. He was Xuan Yin Old Ancestor's Last Disciple, hailed as a Cultivation genius rarely seen in the Yin Corpse Sect over a hundred years, possessing Top-Grade Spiritual Root Aptitude. He had achieved Core Formation in less than forty years of Cultivation and had an arrogant disposition.

As for Shi Tai, although he was not as famous as the previous two, he was the most difficult character to provoke, because he possessed an extremely rare Corpse Ghoul. This type of Refined Corpse had extremely high growth potential and limitless potential.

Which of these three wasn't a Child of Heaven?

"This is Lin Yuan of Hundred Herbs Peak."

Gu Zheng's gaze fell upon Lin Yuan. Seeing the increasingly intense hostility in the eyes of the three men, she slightly furrowed her brows and added a sentence.

"Although his Cultivation is not as high as yours, he is a Grandmaster of the Dao of Alchemy."

Grandmaster of the Dao of Alchemy!

These four words exploded in the ears of Bai Yixuan and the other two like a clap of thunder!

Bai Yixuan's hand, which was waving the fan, suddenly paused, and the gentle smile on his face completely froze.

The other two also exchanged glances, their eyes similarly filled with astonishment.

However, they immediately showed a look of realization. After all, anyone favored by Xuan Yin Old Ancestor could not be an ordinary person.

But a Grandmaster of the Dao of Alchemy must be at least a Fifth-Grade Alchemist!

In any Sect, this was an absolute honored guest! Their status was even more respected than that of an ordinary Core Formation Cultivator!

Lin Yuan secretly laughed. This Iceberg Beauty certainly knew how to praise people, but he was very satisfied with the effect.

Lin Yuan cupped his fists toward the three, displaying a well-measured humility: "I am Lin Yuan, merely an Alchemy Apprentice from Hundred Herbs Peak. I dare not accept the title of Grandmaster. Since we are traveling together, I hope a few Senior Brothers will look after me."

The Fifth-Grade Alchemists in the entire Yin Corpse Sect could be counted on one's fingers; every one of them was an old fossil who held influence within the Sect.

The benefits of befriending such a young Grandmaster of the Dao of Alchemy for their future path of Cultivation were self-evident.

The three men were all shrewd individuals. They immediately withdrew all hostility, nodded in return, and exchanged greetings, though their expressions varied and their minds were racing.

"Follow me."

Gu Zheng's voice was clear and cold: "The journey to the Blood River Frontline is about five days, and we will rest for one day in Tianyuan City midway."

Lin Yuan nodded and followed.

He carried many Artifact Refining Materials. The Blood River Frontline was extremely dangerous, so he could use this time to acquire a few more life-saving items for himself.

Under the complicated gazes of Bai Yixuan and the two others, Lin Yuan followed Gu Zheng into a private room.

The room was small but quite elegant.

"If anything happens, you can come find me."

Gu Zheng closed the door, blocking the outside view, and her voice remained clear and cold.

"If those three cause you trouble, you can also tell me."

Lin Yuan's heart stirred. This Iceberg Beauty wasn't completely devoid of human warmth.

"Thank you, Senior Gu."

"Calling me Senior feels awkward."

Gu Zheng looked at him, and the coldness that usually kept people thousands of miles away rarely melted from her sharp phoenix eyes. "Given your standard in the Dao of Alchemy, calling me Senior Sister is not inappropriate."

"Thank you, Senior Sister Gu."

Lin Yuan readily complied, but muttered inwardly, why did calling her Senior Sister feel like he was being taken advantage of?

After Gu Zheng left, Lin Yuan immediately set up a simple Formation in the room to block prying eyes.

"The Blood River Frontline is fraught with danger. I need to arm myself quickly."

He patted his waist, and instantly a pile of Artifact Refining Materials, glowing brightly, appeared before him.

Four savage Flood Dragon Claws, one thick and tough Flood Dragon Tendon, a pair of glittering cold Flood Dragon Horns, and a pile of palm-sized Flood Dragon Scales.

These were all the essence of that Level Five Yao Beast, the Frost Bone Flood Dragon.

In addition, there was a pile of auxiliary Materials he had obtained from Mu Wanrou, such as Black Iron and Refined Silver, in great variety.

Lin Yuan opened his mouth and exhaled, and a wisp of dark blue flame appeared out of thin air.

The flame instantly enveloped the Flood Dragon Tendon.

However, the Flood Dragon Tendon truly lived up to its reputation as one of the toughest parts of a Level Five Yao Beast. Under the calcination of the Earth Core Nether Fire, it only turned slightly red, and the removal of Impurities was extremely slow.

"Fourth-Level Fire Control Art is still lacking a bit!"

A thought flashed through Lin Yuan's mind, and the small golden characters at the bottom of his eyes refreshed.

[Cultivation: Foundation Establishment Mid Stage: 0/100000 (Addable)]

[Fourth-Grade Alchemist: 0/600 (Addable); Sixth-Grade Artifact Refiner: 1/400 (Addable); Sixth-Grade Formation Master: 0/100 (Addable)]

[Fifth-Level Fire Control Art: 0/500; Illusion Transformation Art (Perfection)]

[usable attribute points: 766]

[special attribute points: 1]

Boom!

A profound realization flooded his mind. Lin Yuan felt that the wisp of Earth Core Nether Fire had become an extension of his arm. Wherever his thoughts went, the flame could transform into countless shapes; temperature and intensity were all controlled freely with a single thought!

As the Fire Control Technique improved, the core of the Earth Core Nether Fire became deeper in color, a terrifying dark purple tint emerging from the dark blue.

The previously stubborn Flood Dragon Tendon now sizzled under the licking of the purple flame core. The Impurities within were rapidly refined, turning into wisps of pungent black smoke and dissipating, leaving behind only the most crystalline, essential tendon essence, like crystal.

Success!

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately threw several auxiliary Materials, such as Black Iron and Refined Silver, into the flame.

The Materials quickly melted, turning into balls of liquid shimmering with various colors. Under his precise control, they perfectly merged into the Flood Dragon Tendon essence, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

A Magical Artifact in the shape of a rope, shimmering with dark blue electric light, gradually appeared.

Lin Yuan pointed his fingers like a sword, and runes condensed from spiritual power were smoothly struck into the artifact.

Spirit Binding Rune!

Soul Locking Seal!

Armor Breaking Curse!

"Condense!"

He shouted softly.

Buzz—

All the light suddenly retracted, and a long whip, entirely dark gold with subtle Dragon Scale patterns flowing across its surface, quietly floated before Lin Yuan.

At the tip of the whip, a sharp segment of Flood Dragon Tooth flashed with chilling cold light.

"It can whip, it can bind, its size can be changed at will. It is balanced for both offense and defense—a supreme grade Magical Artifact."

Lin Yuan nodded in satisfaction and reached out to grasp it.

"From now on, I'll call you the essence binding rope."