12: Chapter 12 Nine Yin Nine Yang

"Demon... Demon... demon god flower?"

The Fire Bird felt like it had lived several lifetimes and had never stuttered as much as it did today.

If the Innate dao seed and the source eye of creation only made it crave them, then the demon god flower before its eyes truly made it nearly insane.

"What do you think?" Lin Bei asked again.

The Fire Bird only then snapped back to reality, hurriedly nodding like Kunkun pecking at rice.

"Master, never mind Kunkun. If you think I'm stupid, you can just call me Stupid Kunkun!"

"If you think I'm ugly, you can just call me Ugly Kunkun!"

"If you think I'm weak, you can just call me Weak..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lin Bei grabbed that chattering bird beak, "If you keep going, it won't be polite anymore. Here, take it, take it..."

He tossed the demon god flower to the Fire Bird.

"I'm heading out first. You stay here and refine the demon god flower!"

Having received the demon god flower, Kunkun nodded happily, no longer caring about anything else.

Lin Bei shook his head while watching.

Just this? And it still wants to become a Great Emperor?

Leaving the Portable Space, Lin Bei checked his resurrection location and immediately felt happy.

This area was about three thousand li west of the large mountain where the Fire Bird egg was.

"By this calculation, the day spent waiting for resurrection wasn't wasted..."

However, that didn't matter anymore.

He was now at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage and could fully control objects to fly; it wasn't comparable to his previous speed.

Lin Bei raised a hand, and the moral seal appeared.

For such an extreme dao imperial weapon, he couldn't just say he was satisfied; he was particularly fond of it!

If it had been a blade, sword, spear, or axe, he might not have been able to handle it well in the short term.

But for slapping a brick, he still had quite a bit of experience.

The brick enlarged, and Lin Bei sat cross-legged on it, turning into a stream of light as he flew westward.

Three days later.

Luoxia Town.

Sunset Restaurant.

Lin Bei, dressed in cyan, was sitting in the restaurant... waiting in line for a number...

Looking at the wooden number tag in his hand, he was on the verge of tears.

Family, who understands? Coming to the Ancient Continent and still having to suffer this kind of treatment.

Beside him, an old man with a white beard and hair was holding a number tag as well, classic national profanity spilling from his mouth.

"Damn Yin Yang Cave-Heaven, doing these pointless things every day. I have to queue just to drink a little wine! Damn it..."

Half an incense stick later, the old man's grumbling finally stopped.

This old man was also a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Lin Bei took advantage of this gap to strike up a conversation.

"Old sir, what do you mean by that? Does this restaurant being packed have anything to do with the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven?"

"Oh? Young man, you don't know? Could it be that you didn't come here to watch the excitement?"

Seeing someone talking to him, the old man was immediately full of interest.

Lin Bei shook his head with a bitter smile, "Old sir, I was just passing through this place and thought I'd take a rest. Who would have thought this town would be so bustling, with almost every restaurant packed!"

"Hahaha..." The old man laughed loudly, "Then you really didn't come at the right time. The current Luoxia Town can be said to have the largest flow of people in over a hundred years!"

Without waiting for Lin Bei to ask, the old man explained.

"The Yin Yang Cave-Heaven, a few hundred li away, set up a total of eighteen arenas, the so-called Nine Yin and Nine Yang, within a radius of a thousand li a few days ago."

"They even released news that the eighteen people standing on the arenas after half a month could directly become Core Disciples of the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven."

"Young man, you should have heard of the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven, right? It is one of the strongest Sects in the Eastern Wasteland, besides a few major Holy Lands and Ancient Families."

"As a result, many Loose Cultivators and Cultivators from small Sects have gathered in this region, wanting to try their luck and leap over the dragon gate."

"So that's how it is!" Lin Bei nodded.

He had no interest in this; his goal for this trip was only one: the Immortal Treasure fragment.

At this moment, a burly man who had also been waiting for a long time leaned over, speaking in a muffled voice.

"Hey! Old man, you don't know much!"

"Little guy, no manners..." The old man was dissatisfied, but when he turned his head and found that the burly man's aura was far stronger than his own, he immediately dared not say more.

The burly man looked at Lin Bei, "Little brother, actually, the reward of just being a Core Disciple of the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven alone wouldn't attract so many Cultivators."

"More importantly, the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven has promised that the final winners on the eighteen arenas, regardless of whether they join the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven, can receive a baptism opportunity from the Sect's supreme treasure, the yin yang bell."

When mentioning the yin yang bell, the burly man's eyes revealed some anticipation.

"yin yang bell?" Lin Bei's eyes lit up, "Fellow Daoist, I wonder what is so miraculous about the yin yang bell?"

The old man on the side saw a chance to interject and spoke first, "Young man, ask me. I, this old man, have been in this region for hundreds of years. I might not have eaten beef, but I've seen plenty of cows running!"

Lin Bei was stunned.

Does this old man not like eating pork?

The burly man beside him, seemingly annoyed that the old man had snatched the words, glared at him as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

The old man shrank his neck, finally remembering his fear, and covered his mouth.

Seeing this, Lin Bei quickly smoothed things over, "Then I'll trouble you, old sir, to tell us about this yin yang bell..."

The burly man snorted coldly and didn't press the issue.

The old man let out a long sigh of relief and began to speak with relish.

"The yin yang bell, according to those who have been baptized, generally has two situations."

"Some people feel that they returned to the past during the baptism and perfected many shortcomings in their Cultivation!"

"Another part of the people seem to have seen the future in it, making their path of Cultivation much smoother!"

"In short, both situations are of great benefit to Cultivation."

Lin Bei nodded slightly. It seemed this was his goal.

"The Yin Yang Cave-Heaven regards it as a Sect treasure. To get close to it... it seems I must occupy one of these eighteen seats!"

In an instant, Lin Bei made his decision.

The old man seemed to be a bit of a chatterbox. Seeing that neither Lin Bei nor the burly man was speaking, he took the initiative to lower his voice.

"Do you know why the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven is going to such great lengths to select eighteen Core Disciples this time?"

Once these words were spoken, not only Lin Bei but also the burly man became interested.

"Old man, spit it out if you have something to say! Don't keep us in suspense!"

The old man rolled his eyes, "I heard that this was all planned by the Saint of the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven to find a few capable subordinates."

"Pfft..." The burly man laughed out loud, "It's not even a Holy Land, yet they came up with some Saint!"

The old man nodded in agreement, "Come to think of it, it doesn't sound very good, but this Saint of the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven is really not simple. I heard he is some kind of Yin Yang Twin Body, especially suitable for the Cultivation Technique of the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven."

"Now that he has emerged, I'm afraid he is no less than the Saints and Saintesses of the various Holy Lands!"

Lin Bei cupped his hands at the old man, "Old sir, do you know where the nearest Yin Yang arena is?"

"Hahaha... Young man, are you interested in going to take a look?"

The old man walked to the restaurant window and pointed at a range of continuous mountains in the distance, "Luoxia Mountain Range, the nearest Yin Yang arena is over there."

"Crack!" The burly man crushed the wooden number tag in his hand, "To hell with eating. Little brother, my name is Niu Ren. How about we go check out the excitement together?"

Lin Bei nodded, his gaze sweeping over, fixing on a young man who had just arrived.

Then he walked up, "Brother, I'll sell you my number tag, twenty Spirit Stones, how about it?"

The young man was stunned for a long time before he reacted and took out money to buy the number tag.

Niu Ren watched with his jaw dropped, exclaiming, "Hasty! Too hasty!"

The old man was also a bit dazed, muttering to himself, "A talent, a talent indeed..."

A moment later, Lin Bei and Niu Ren left. The old man looked at their backs, a trace of banter flashing in his eyes.

"A little calf from the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan actually ran here to join in the fun, and the other one, he seems extraordinary too, but... I can't see through him..."