132: Chapter 132 is very principled

The four characters on the cover alone incited endless uproar!

"What? It's an Imperial Scripture?"

"Are you kidding me?! Something like this, three thousand fangyuan? You couldn't buy it for even thirty thousand fangyuan!"

"Don't rush, don't rush! Perhaps, this is fake?"

Feng Xiaoyao listened to the discussion and, without hesitation, displayed the first three pages of the ancient book. These Prodigies were no Mortals; most had encountered Imperial Scriptures, and three pages were enough for them to judge their authenticity.

"It's real!" Before long, some Prodigies nodded one after another.

"This Feng Xiaoyao is truly lucky. Lin Bei actually happens to have an Imperial Scripture suitable for him to Cultivate!"

"Indeed, so envious!"

At this moment, Lin Bei stepped forward and stood beside Feng Xiaoyao. "I know you are all envious, but don't be envious just yet..."

With a wave of his hand, five ancient books of different colors flew out of the Scripture Pavilion. He also, like Feng Xiaoyao, projected the five ancient books into the sky. Gold Spirit Imperial Scripture, Wood Spirit Imperial Scripture, Water Spirit Imperial Scripture, Fire Spirit Imperial Scripture, Earth Spirit Imperial Scripture!

For a moment, this entire world went silent.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Suddenly, three sharp sounds of attacks startled everyone. More Saints hidden in the shadows could not resist making a move!

Three brilliant attacks, carrying boundless Saintly might, crashed onto the Formation. The earth-shattering collision they imagined did not happen. The attacks fell on the Formation like snowflakes hitting water, instantly dissolving without even a ripple.

"An Imperial Formation! It is terrifyingly powerful. Without an Imperial Weapon in hand, one cannot shake it even in the slightest..." Saint Tianyuan watched this scene, his words full of exclamation.

"Those Saints must know this, yet they still throw eggs against a rock..." Saint Mingyu sighed bitterly beside him. "They naturally know, but they simply couldn't help themselves!"

"Those five Imperial Scriptures in Lin Bei's hands could be applied to ninety-nine percent of the Cultivators in the entire Ancient Desolate Continent! Honestly, even I have the urge to make a move..."

"Cultivating an Imperial Scripture adds at least twenty percent to the chance of becoming a Saint!" Saint Tianyuan said with a bitter face.

"Fortunately, my Sacred Heart Mansion still has the only Time Tower in the entire Ancient Desolate Continent, otherwise we would be completely outclassed!"

Lin Bei didn't even glance at the Saints' attacks, continuing to display the Imperial Scriptures in his hands. "Why is everyone so quiet? Is there nothing you like?"

"It doesn't matter, I have more here..." As he spoke, over a dozen more ancient books flew out of the Scripture Pavilion one after another. Lightning Spirit Imperial Scripture, Battle Imperial Art, Demonic Path, Great Desolate War-Heaven Art, Human Emperor Scripture, Demon God Record, Nine Nether Demon Shadow, Great Void Realm Dao, One Sword Breaks the Heavens Art...

"Slap!" After a long while, a sound finally came from the crowd. A Prodigy gave himself a fierce slap.

"I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming! Strange, why don't I dare to be bolder even in my dreams? Just a random passerby?"

The people around him didn't mock him, only felt empathy. Such a scene was truly hard not to obsess over. Not just them, even those Saints were currently doubting if they were in a dream.

"Could it be that he dug up an Ancient Great Emperor's Immortal Cave?"

"Even a Great Emperor's Immortal Cave couldn't be this exaggerated, right? Over twenty Imperial Scriptures? Is this a joke?"

"Perhaps... perhaps it was some Great Emperor who loved collecting? And Fellow Daoist Lin took his life's work in one fell swoop?"

"Hmm... that makes some sense..." These Saints forcibly came up with a slightly more reasonable explanation for Lin Bei.

Lin Bei looked at everyone's appearance and muttered to himself. That's it? That's it? And we're only just getting started? It seems I don't need to take out all the good stuff...

"Everyone!" He raised his voice. "You have all seen it; the Imperial Scriptures in my possession are just a little bit more numerous than those of the various Holy Lands, Imperial Dynasties, and clans!"

"I believe that if you are willing to join my sect, you will always be able to find one that suits you!"

"Sect Master... Sect Master Lin, if we join, can we study the Imperial Scriptures as we please?" Someone quick-witted immediately thought of this question.

Lin Bei smiled at this person. "That is naturally impossible, but rest assured, the requirements won't be too high. After all, they aren't anything extraordinary..."

Listen! Just listen! Is that human language?? A chorus of gnashing teeth immediately erupted in the crowd.

"I... I will join!" Among the crowd of Prodigies, someone finally made a decision. Lin Bei looked towards the sound.

It was an acquaintance he had met before, the Third Prince of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty of the Central Plains, Qin Zheng. "The Imperial Sovereign Scripture! There is actually the Imperial Sovereign Scripture I have been searching for in agony!"

Qin Zheng was excited. He possessed the Imperial Sovereign Body; if he could Cultivate the Imperial Sovereign Scripture that was most compatible with it, his achievements would be immeasurable.

Lin Bei had long stated that the force he created was not of the nature of a Holy Land or Imperial Dynasty, but similar to the Sacred Heart Mansion. If a Prodigy joined, they did not need to leave their original force, which gave Qin Zheng no worries.

Not only him, many Prodigies in the crowd were already moved, especially those from top forces that had never produced a Great Emperor. The gap between them and others was just an Imperial Scripture.

Lin Bei did not immediately agree, his eyes full of sincerity. "Fellow Daoist Qin, although I would love to earn your three thousand fangyuan, I am a very principled merchant. I will never trade with a customer when there is still unclear information!"

These words made the people present almost cry with emotion. "In the Ancient Desolate Continent, there aren't many people as honest as this..." Although they didn't understand at all what Lin Bei was saying.

Lin Bei's mouth curled into a mocking smile, and he pulled the red cloth off the plaque of the Extreme Dao Gate. Instantly, all was silent.

The next moment, everyone in front of the Tianduan Mountains retreated a thousand feet as if running for their lives! Even the thirty-one Saints, including Saint Tianyuan, changed color, and one by one, they left their tables, trembling. A few Saints even teleported away, fearing to be stained by even a tiny bit of Karma.

Lin Bei was speechless. "Damn, they left just like that? What about the gifts they promised? They just came for free food and drink, didn't they?"

"Boss Lin!" Lv Zi was almost crying. "We can't play like this!" He pointed to the plaque on the gate. "Quick, changing it now might still be in time..."

On the plaque, two gold-stamped characters were full of endless majesty: Heavenly Court!

"Oh my! Why doesn't Fellow Daoist Lin listen to advice? What is to be done now?" Saint Tianyuan wailed in the distance, as if he had already seen Lin Bei dying a miserable death. Beside him were the Prodigy Cultivators who had joined the Sacred Heart Mansion.

"Let's go, let's go! This guy is too treacherous!", "Exactly, you need to be alive to Cultivate an Imperial Scripture!", "Let's go, don't get implicated! It's better to return to the Sacred Heart Mansion and Cultivate in peace..."

"Yes, yes, yes, the Sacred Heart Mansion still has the Time Tower, which is not much worse than an Imperial Scripture!" As they said this, a group of people prepared to leave. Lin Bei's mouth curled, his mind shifted, and another pavilion descended from the sky.