Chapter 158 Can the Primordial Holy Son just forcibly seize other people's Daoist partners?!

"Xiao Lin, you must leave quickly; you are no match for my Revered Master!" Sect Leader Yun Yin said urgently, fearing her Revered Master would suddenly attack.

She knew well the terror of a Soul Transformation Stage powerhouse; it was definitely not something Lin Xiao could contend with.

Looking at the beautiful figure in red before him, Lin Xiao smiled lightly, showing no intention of retreating at all.

He reached out his right hand and wrapped it around Sect Leader Yun Yin's slender waist, which could be encircled by a single hand.

Then, with a smooth pull, he embraced this Lanyun Sect Sect Master right in front of everyone present.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Pill King Ji Boduan's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

He felt as if a green light was shooting straight into the sky from the top of his head, and his complexion instantly turned iron-blue.

He was a dignified Fifth-Rank pill king, yet on his wedding day, his fiancée was being held in the arms of a pretty boy in public!

It was simply outrageous!

"You brat, how dare you!"

Pill King Ji Boduan roared, his fat body trembling violently.

He curled his five fingers into a claw, and a ball of crimson flame instantly appeared in his palm.

It was the innate beast fire he had extracted from the body of a Nascent Soul Yao Beast, the Scarlet Flame Earth Python, after spending countless Spirit Stones and favors.

He used it for Alchemy and killing, and it had always been effective.

The temperature of the beast fire was extremely high, causing even the surrounding air to distort slightly.

"Is this the innate beast fire of the Scarlet Flame Earth Python? It is truly terrifying!"

"Generally speaking, an Alchemist's combat power is weaker than that of an ordinary Cultivator, but if they have the aid of a high-grade beast fire, that might not be the case!"

Unlike the crowd of astonished Cultivators, Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi was desperately suppressing the corners of her mouth from turning upward.

"Playing with fire? Then you have truly met your ancestor!"

Looking at the beast fire that had transformed into a giant snake before him, Lin Xiao's expression remained unchanged; there was not a trace of panic.

He slightly raised his left hand.

"Whoosh—"

An ice-blue flame suddenly rose up.

It was the Nether Profound Ice Flame.

Once the Nether Profound Ice Flame appeared, the temperature in the square plummeted, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The previously arrogant fire snake instantly withered, shivering like a mouse seeing a cat.

The Bloodline suppression of a low-grade beast fire by a high-grade exotic fire was fully displayed.

Before Pill King Ji Boduan could react, his pride-and-joy beast fire let out a 'pfft' and was completely extinguished.

At the same time, the majestic Divine Might of the Late Nascent Soul Stage swept out from Lin Xiao's body without reservation.

The entire venue was in an uproar.

Countless Cultivators gasped, feeling their scalps tingle.

"Such a young Late Nascent Soul Stage! Could this person be from an immortal family in the Central Plains?"

An older generation Cultivator exclaimed, his voice trembling.

A Sect Elder beside him nodded repeatedly:

"It must be! If he hadn't received an immortal Qi infusion from his clan, I really can't imagine who could Cultivate to the Late Nascent Soul Stage at this age."

"Yes, yes, even the Holy Son of Taichu of our Eastern Region would be inferior compared to him."

The crowd discussed fervently, all shocked by the terrifying cultivation Lin Xiao had displayed.

At this moment, a young Sword Cultivator suddenly frowned, muttering to himself:

"Although the Holy Son of Taichu, Lin Xiao, has extraordinary talent, compared to this Xiao Lin... wait! Lin Xiao, Xiao Lin..."

He suddenly raised his head and shouted in disbelief: "Could this Xiao Lin be Lin Xiao?"

Once these words were spoken, the square instantly fell silent.

It was rumored that the Holy Son of Taichu, Lin Xiao, had a handsome appearance and possessed a Noble Spirit.

Looking again at the white-robed youth before them, both his age and aura matched the rumored Holy Son of Taichu perfectly.

Sect Leader Yun Yin leaned in Lin Xiao's arms, feeling the powerful aura emanating from him, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

She had originally thought that Lin Xiao was either a talented Loose Cultivator or an Inner Sect Disciple of a large Sect.

But now, the other party's identity was clearly even more terrifying than she had imagined.

"Xiao Lin, could you really be the Holy Son of Taichu, Lin Xiao..."

Lin Xiao lowered his head and met her long, autumn-water-like eyes with a deep gaze.

He raised his hand to tidy up Sect Leader Yun Yin's disheveled hair and spoke softly:

"I apologize; because I have a mission, it was inconvenient to reveal my identity. I did not intend to hide it from you before."

He turned around, swept his gaze across the audience, and his voice was calm yet resounding.

"I am indeed the Holy Son of Taichu, Lin Xiao."

These words were like a thunderclap on flat ground, and the venue became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

The Holy Son of Taichu—it went without saying what these four words represented in the Eastern Region.

The Primordial Holy Land was the number one power in the Eastern Region.

As the Holy Son of the Holy Land, a single word from him could determine the life or death of countless Sects and factions.

The expression on Pill King Ji Boduan's face was even more miserable than if he had eaten excrement.

In terms of strength, he was only at the Middle Nascent Soul Stage and knew well that he was far from being Lin Xiao's match.

In terms of background, he was merely a Fifth-Rank Alchemist, perhaps high and mighty in the eyes of others.

But in front of the Primordial Holy Land, he was nothing.

But with so many eyes watching now, as a dignified pill king, if he just admitted defeat like this, how would he make a living in the Eastern Region in the future?

Pill King Ji Boduan gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak:

"You... what evidence do you have to prove that you are the Holy Son!"

He still held onto a last shred of hope.

How noble was the Holy Son; how could he possibly have traveled such a long distance to this godforsaken borderland of the Lanyun Sect?

Could it be that he came just to cuckold him?

There was no such absurd thing in the world.

Old Sect Leader Yun San, who had originally intended to suppress him, felt his eye twitch violently upon hearing the words "Holy Son of Taichu."

Having lived for so many years, he was an old fox and naturally knew who could be provoked and who could not.

Old Sect Leader Yun San quietly withdrew his Soul Transformation Divine Might, intending to observe for a while first.

If this person was truly the Holy Son of Taichu, then as long as the Lanyun Sect held onto this thigh tightly, it would truly rise.

By then, a mere Fifth-Rank Alchemist wouldn't even be fit to polish his shoes.

If this person was not the Holy Son of Taichu but just a swindler.

Then he would suppress him, offering timely help, and could also do a favor for Pill King Ji Boduan.

In summary, he wouldn't lose either way.

Old Sect Leader Yun San narrowed his eyes, and his tone became extremely respectful:

"This young friend, what Pill King Ji Boduan said also makes some sense."

"The Holy Son of Taichu has a noble status; without proof, it is indeed difficult to convince the crowd. I wonder if you have a token, young friend?"

Looking at Pill King Ji Boduan's exasperated appearance, a trace of mockery flashed in Lin Xiao's eyes.

He didn't waste words. As he flipped his right hand, a token made of purple gold and engraved with complex array patterns was already in his grasp.

As soon as the token was produced, an ancient Divine Might belonging to the Primordial Holy Land instantly permeated the entire venue.

On the purple-gold token, the two characters "Taichu" emitted a dazzling golden light.

This Divine Might made even Old Sect Leader Yun San, who was at the Early Soul Transformation Stage, feel his heart tighten.

The Holy Son Token of the Primordial Holy Land was itself a top-grade Spiritual Artifact.

At this moment, no one had any doubts about Lin Xiao's identity.

As the token was put away, the terrifying Divine Might that had shrouded everyone's hearts suddenly faded.

The wariness in Old Sect Leader Yun San's eyes instantly transformed into fanaticism and excitement, and his wrinkled old face immediately squeezed out a flattering smile.

"The Holy Son has graced us with his presence! This old man was blind and failed to welcome you from afar; I hope the Holy Son will forgive me!"

Old Sect Leader Yun San bowed without hesitation. This speed of changing his face made Young Sect Leader Nalan Qingyi roll her eyes.

Now that they had the Primordial Holy Land as an unshakable backer, Old Sect Leader Yun San naturally looked down on this small Alchemist, Pill King Ji Boduan.

Pill King Ji Boduan's legs went soft, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes unfocused, his heart dead.

His already tight red wedding robe instantly burst open, revealing a big belly, looking very ridiculous.

The Holy Son of Taichu! That was an existence he couldn't afford to provoke even in several lifetimes!

But if he was just robbed of his wedding like this, where would his face be in the future?!

He forced himself to appear calm, but his voice carried a trace of trembling:

"Ho...how can the Holy Son of Taichu just snatch away someone else's Dao Companion at will!"

"The Primordial Holy Land claims to be the leader of the Righteous Path, yet its Holy Son commits such acts of bullying men and oppressing women!"

"Although I, Ji, am just a Loose Cultivator, I will absolutely not endure such a great humiliation!"

"I... I am going to the Primordial Holy Land to report you!"