57: Divine Pill Pavilion - Hidden Dragon

Lin You listened.

He kept his eyes down and remained silent.

Although his cultivation was top-notch in the Eighth-Rank Star Domain.

It was, after all, someone else's Family matter, and it was better not to get involved.

Besides, he didn't want to meddle.

Zhao Linger was deeply wronged, resisting and struggling.

"Father!"

"You only know how to compromise."

"Could he really stop our Zhao Family from participating in the Prodigy Grand Competition?"

"With my True Fire Refining Spirit Realm cultivation, which Family's Genius in the Eighth-Rank Star Domain can stop us?"

Lin You nodded silently upon hearing this.

That was indeed the truth.

He wondered how this little girl Cultivated.

Her True Fire Refining Spirit Realm cultivation, if it were during his battle with Qin Feng.

She could even challenge them.

Let alone in the Eighth-Rank Star Domain.

She could basically sweep through!

"Don't be foolish!" Uncle Zhao scolded.

"Our Zhao Family still relies on the Divine Pill Pavilion to refine Medicinal Pills for you!"

"You possess the Innate Supreme Yin Body; without the aid of Medicinal Pills, how could you have reached this level?"

"Once we become a Seventh-Rank Family, we can find other methods."

Zhao Linger wanted to say more, but Uncle Zhao stopped her with a look.

He waved his large sleeve.

"That's it!"

"This matter concerns your future; there's no need for further discussion!"

Seeing that her own father was truly angry, Zhao Linger, despite her myriad displeasures.

Could only suppress her disgust and walk into the Zhao Family's main hall.

Watching her leave, Uncle Zhao let out a long sigh and apologized:

"Just some trivial matters, making you laugh."

Lin You waved his hand, "Uncle, what are you saying? Our two families are old acquaintances; there's no need to be formal."

"I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything."

Uncle Zhao nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with unspeakable weariness.

He glanced at the depths of the main hall.

A figure stood there, looking high and mighty.

"Please excuse me."

"You can look around freely for now; I'll prepare two tables for you later."

"To properly wash away the dust of travel."

Lin You nodded in acknowledgment.

He quietly watched the father and daughter walk into the hall.

"Tsk..."

"Innate Supreme Yin Body?"

"Sounds very impressive; no wonder her Cultivation is so fast."

[Ding!]

[Quest issued: Help the Zhao Family escape manipulation!]

[Quest Reward: Li Fire Reverting Essence Pill Formula x1]

[Quest Reward: Molten Fire Furnace x1 (with integrated spirit)]

[Failure Penalty: Lower one major Realm of cultivation!]

The moment he heard the System prompt, Lin You's brows twitched.

What the heck?

This has something to do with me too? I have to solve the Zhao Family's problems too? Haven't you had enough?!

But as the saying goes.

After eating one's fill, one curses the cook... Lin You wouldn't have his current cultivation without the System's help.

Since it issued a quest, there must be a reason for it.

Ahem...

He definitely wasn't afraid of his cultivation falling!

Thinking this, Lin You became interested.

He looked at the System panel and muttered:

"Help the Zhao Family... escape manipulation?"

"The word 'manipulation'... is quite interesting, huh."

"It seems Uncle Zhao didn't tell me the whole truth. Zhao Linger's situation is probably more serious than imagined."

Lin You clicked his tongue.

He slowly walked towards the main hall.

With his current cultivation, he could hear the conversation clearly without even entering the door.

The high and mighty man inside.

Was precisely the son of the Divine Pill Pavilion Master.

Li Qianlong.

He sat brazenly in the main seat, gently caressing a teacup.

"Uncle, the conditions I've offered are already quite generous."

"What do you think?"

Zhao Linger's Face was ashen at the side, her small fists clenched tightly.

Lin You arrived a bit late and didn't know what they had said earlier.

He could only patiently continue listening.

Uncle Zhao's expression turned ugly upon hearing this, but he still spoke politely.

"Nephew..."

"This matter, I really can't decide."

"Ling'er is still young; there's no rush for marriage. Besides... how can I decide such a thing for her?"

Li Qianlong sneered, slamming his teacup heavily onto the table.

"Oh?"

"Then, Uncle, do you mean you don't intend to give my Divine Pill Pavilion this Face?"

"Don't forget!"

"Zhao Linger owes her current achievements entirely to the profound fire pill refined for her by my Divine Pill Pavilion."

"Otherwise, no matter how high her innate talent, what good would it do?"

"Without my Divine Pill Pavilion, the Supreme Yin Body won't even have to wait for the future; she'll die within half a month!"

"I didn't come here today to discuss."

"You won't agree? Fine!"

"Let's see if your Zhao Linger can live to see the day of the Prodigy Grand Competition!"

Having said that,

Li Qianlong stood up to leave.

But Uncle Zhao quickly stepped forward and grabbed him, "Nephew, let's discuss it again. Besides this matter, my Zhao Family can agree to anything else."

"Spirit Stones? Or Heaven And Earth Treasure!"

"As long as Nephew speaks, I guarantee I won't even frown!"

Zhao Linger watched her father's humble demeanor.

She could no longer hold back.

She stepped forward, directly separating the two.

"Father!"

"Let him go!"

"At worst, I die! Can my dignified Zhao Family be controlled by an Alchemist?"

Uncle Zhao's Face changed drastically upon hearing this, and he pulled Zhao Linger behind him.

He repeatedly apologized to Li Qianlong.

"Angry words, angry words."

"Nephew, please don't take it to heart."

Who would have thought,

Uncle Zhao's humble pleading didn't earn him any understanding.

Instead, Li Qianlong spoke with a lecherous grin, his gaze sweeping past Uncle Zhao and landing on Zhao Linger.

"You ungrateful wretch."

"As the Young Lord of the Divine Pill Pavilion, my willingness to marry you is already the extent of my benevolence."

"How many women in the entire Eighth-Rank Star Domain dream of being associated with me!"

"You are indeed an Innate Supreme Yin Body, but unfortunately, the Zhao Family cannot protect you."

"If you want to live, you still need to beg for the Medicinal Pills refined by my Divine Pill Pavilion, otherwise the cold Qi within your body will devour you within half a month!"

Upon hearing this.

Lin You understood everything.

Zhao Linger's talent was very strong, but the Zhao Family was too weak and had no way to Cultivate her Supreme Yin Body.

So... they settled for the next best thing, choosing to seek out the Divine Pill Pavilion to refine profound fire pills, thereby suppressing the cold Qi within her body.

To achieve the goal of Yin and Yang harmony.

But that dog-thing had set his eyes on Zhao Linger's beauty.

Wanting to use this to force her to marry him.

Lin You's brows twitched.

What the hell?

I, the legitimate one, haven't even thought of this, and you want to steal her away?

Inside the hall.

Uncle Zhao looked at his daughter, and endless helplessness and humiliation surged in his heart.

His back became more and more bent, as if it had been forcefully broken.

He didn't want to agree... but he couldn't not agree!

For the Innate Supreme Yin Body, besides the Medicinal Pills refined by the Divine Pill Pavilion.

The Zhao Family had no other way at all!

Once she lost the Medicinal Pills, his daughter would die!

He seemed to have never experienced such a difficult decision in his life.

Uncle Zhao looked up, with a last sliver of hope.

"Nephew..."

"Can you..."

—Slap.

A crisp slap rang out.

Directly freezing all three people in place as if turned to stone.

"Did she say you didn't say it?"

"Your daughter is clueless, and you, at your age, are also clueless?"

"You ungrateful wretch, is 'Nephew' something you can even call me? Without my Divine Pill Pavilion, your daughter wants to live?"

"Next lifetime!"

"A Seventh-Rank Family? Let's see if you even have the life to give birth to another Supreme Yin Body!"

Li Qianlong's words were as hurtful as knives and swords.

Uncle Zhao's eyes were full of shock, his head, twisted by the slap, slowly unable to turn back.

Inside the hall, Zhao Linger's almost frantic roar echoed.

"You dog-thing!"

"I'll kill you!"