11: Chapter 11 I am an evil god, a little eccentric, that's normal!

Li Linfeng's brow furrowed slightly.

An extra Divine Thought had appeared in his spiritual platform's Sea of Consciousness.

Or rather, should it be called an oracle?

This Evil God was truly bold!

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The Xiao Yao Mountain Sword Sect was one of the top immortal cultivation Sects in the world.

Although the legendary Sword Saint was not in the Sect, there were several Sword Immortals presiding over it.

He actually dared to send a Divine Thought to him right under their noses.

Thinking of the attitude Sword Cultivators had toward Evil Gods, he could foresee what his fate would be if he were discovered.

Li Linfeng felt a surge of trepidation.

On the surface, he remained calm and gave no response.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the reaction from the Sword Sect.

This Evil God, who had forcibly elevated him to a Divine Servant, was truly extraordinary.

Having been brought into the Sword Sect by Senior Brother Yu Ling, he had undergone several inspections along the way and even met a Sword Immortal face-to-face, yet no one had seen through the Evil God Mark on him.

While breathing a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly; getting rid of this Evil God would likely not be easy.

Several breaths passed.

There was no movement at all.

Had the Sword Sect's Monitoring Array and the Mountain-Guarding Sword Spirit not noticed anything?

Li Linfeng couldn't help but take a long, deep breath.

That sense of helplessness—feeling relieved yet seeing no hope of escape—arose once again.

A Divine Servant had no power to resist their Divine Lord.

The other party hadn't forced this oracle upon him, which, for his current self, could barely be considered a decent start.

“Since things have come to this, I cannot let myself become even more passive.” He wasn't truly a teenage boy after all. After a brief weighing of options, he decided to respond to the Divine Thought.

“Hmm?”

Several scenes were transmitted through the Divine Thought.

Scenes of the Li Clan working at the foot of Little Yao Mountain.

The clan members were clearing wasteland.

When he saw several White Bone Skeletons among the clan members, Li Linfeng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

In broad daylight, White Bone Ghouls and Mortals working together... the scene was hard to describe.

Next, he saw three strange-looking objects.

The clan members were using them to till the land.

One of them could even be driven by ghost Qi... to till the land.

Li Linfeng couldn't help but raise his hand and press his temples.

He suspected he was seeing an illusion.

If he remembered correctly, their Li Clan worshipped an Evil God, right?

An Evil God... bestowed... farming tools?

And they were improved, easy-to-use farming tools at that.

Yet he knew very well that this couldn't be an illusion.

Not to mention that a Divine Lord had no need to deceive a Divine Servant like him; even if the other party had some scheme to use the Li Clan Members to manipulate him, there was no need to create such an illusion.

Wouldn't it be better to simply conjure grain, gold, or silver?

So, although bizarre, this was real.

“How is my plow?”

A voice came from the Divine Servant Mark in his Sea of Consciousness.

“Evil... Divine Lord? You!” Li Linfeng was startled.

He immediately couldn't help but stand up abruptly and look around.

Outer Sect Disciples had individual rooms.

Outside the room, there was no movement.

He froze for a moment, then sat back down.

It seemed the Sword Sect still hadn't noticed that an Evil God's Divine Thought had reached its territory.

“Calm down, calm down, don't worry,” Feng Yifan laughed. “I handle things reliably!”

The Divine Kingdom boundary stele had said it was fine.

He had sent a Divine Thought over to test it, and indeed, nothing happened.

This time, he was transmitting his voice through the mark.

Since his own safety was at stake, his actions were absolutely dependable!

Li Linfeng composed himself and didn't answer.

Reliable?

Not necessarily.

Just looking at how this person had turned Second Uncle Li and the others into White Bone Ghouls, and judging by the words and deeds of those four, one could tell that this Evil God was not a steady character.

“How are you doing in this Sword Sect? Are you used to it?” Feng Yifan didn't know that his Divine Servant dared to criticize him internally. He asked again, like a parent concerned about a student at a boarding school.

The question made Li Linfeng feel a sense of strangeness.

On one hand, he was uncomfortable with this unfamiliar way of showing concern.

On the other hand, was he that close to this Evil God?

The other party was a bit too friendly.

Or rather, eccentricity.

“I thank the Divine Lord for his concern; everything is well.”

“Oh, then how is your Cultivate-ion going?”

“...There are no obstacles either.”

“Are your relationships with your teachers and seniors good?”

“...Divine Lord, is there something you need?”

“It's nothing major. I saw the Martial Arts Cultivation Method you provided for the Li Clan,” Feng Yifan said. “I recently took on a Disciple who is a tiger Yao. Find a way to get me a set of Yao Race Cultivation Techniques, and they must be good ones.”

Knowing the other party was an old fox's Reincarnation, he didn't bother acting profoundly.

What would be the difference between that and fighting the other party in their area of expertise?

If he acted poorly and was seen through, he would be at a disadvantage.

So he was simply straightforward, following his natural disposition.

As a Transmigration-er, as long as he didn't expose himself, the other party could never figure out his background.

This way, the effect might even be better.

“...This, I'm afraid it won't work.” Li Linfeng's veins throbbed upon hearing this.

He wanted Yao Race Cultivation Techniques, and good ones at that?

Truly easier said than done!

“It won't work?” Feng Yifan snorted. “You're telling me it won't work?”

“Yao Cultivation Techniques are taboo,” Li Linfeng had to explain. “At the very least, Outer Sect Disciples are not taught them. This is also to prevent Disciples from being deceived by Yao cultivators and leaking information.”

There was another layer.

It was also to prevent people from overestimating themselves and trying to raise Yao for their own power.

Only to be unable to control the situation and cause trouble.

“If it were an ordinary Cultivation Technique, I could find it for you immediately; they are in the Hall of Transmission.”

He frowned and said, “But if you want Yao Race Cultivation Techniques, and good ones, you must enter the Scripture Pavilion.”

Even to access the first three floors of the Scripture Pavilion in the Sword Sect, one must be an Inner Sect Disciple.

“Then hurry up and become an Inner Sect Disciple!” Feng Yifan said upon hearing this.

“You think I don't want to?” Li Linfeng almost lost his composure from anger, his temples throbbing. “All Disciples who enter through the Immortal Ascension Platform are checked for Aptitude upon entry and must stay in the Outer Sect for three to five years to have their Heart-Nature assessed.”

“Only after reaching a cultivation level of Qi Refining Level Three or above, and without any major mistakes, do they have the qualification to take a Master and become an Inner Sect Disciple!”

Did this Evil God think that being an Inner Sect Disciple of the Sword Sect was that easy?

With no power, no influence, and no background.

If it weren't for his decent cultivation Aptitude, he would be a Utility Disciple right now!

Being accepted as an Outer Sect Disciple was already considered an exception.

At least Outer Sect Disciples only need to complete three Sect missions every month; they can Cultivate on their own for the rest of the time, receive basic Medicinal Pills monthly, and enter the Hall of Transmission to listen to lectures.

Utility Disciples, however, would be assigned specific chores and follow an Outer Sect Manager to practice, with limited time for daily cultivation.

“Three to five years?” Feng Yifan didn't care about anything else but the technique he wanted. “That's too long!”

“...Three to five years is but a blink of an eye,” Li Linfeng said. “Why is the Divine Lord in such a hurry?”

“Is there any way to become an Inner Sect Disciple sooner?” Feng Yifan asked instead of answering.

“Reach Qi Refining Level Three, or develop Sword Qi and be chosen as a student by an Elder,” Li Linfeng said.

Did he not want to become an Inner Sect Disciple?

Becoming an Inner Sect Disciple not only meant having a Master's guidance but also gaining more cultivation resources.

For him, the most important thing was that he had many methods he couldn't use.

Simply because if any clues were seen, he wouldn't be able to explain them.

If he were an Inner Sect Disciple and could enter the Scripture Pavilion, he could use that as a cover to reveal the cultivation gains from his previous life and quickly increase his cultivation level.

Thus, he would have the strength to seize more Opportunities.

“You can't Cultivate Sword Qi?” Feng Yifan asked.

“...For me to Cultivate Sword Qi, I need to nurture merit golden light!” Li Linfeng felt a surge of suppressed frustration and couldn't help but say, “Divine Lord, can you bestow it?”

“Hey! What a coincidence!” Feng Yifan laughed. “I really do have merit golden light. Just you wait!”

Isn't it just becoming an Inner Sect Disciple?

Watch your Divine Lord give you a helping hand!

“...Wha...t?”