Chapter 230

Weigong Shilang: "Teng-jie cried and told me not to go down the path of crime, Yan Bo told me to stay away from her, saying she never thought I was this kind of person."

Weigong Shilang: "Ying didn't say a word—she left right after breakfast and ignored me when I greeted her. Everyone's looking at me like I'm a societal degenerate. Sorry, I didn't realize I said so much."

Ye Fan: "After you go back, you won't choose 'I want it all,' will you?"

Su Lin: "Day thirteen without the Love Saint. Missing him. @Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan"

Song Shuhang: "Don't rush. First, think about what you did last night—maybe there's a misunderstanding that can be cleared up."

Weigong Shilang: "I did nothing last night—just fell asleep lying on Yiliya's body, and when I woke up, I was back home."

Su Lin: "."

Zhang Chuang: "."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "."

Song Shuhang: "Looking up at the sky."

"Our guild's sword sheath is gone," Ye Fan muttered. "Isn't the white moonlight enough? Wanting it all is fine too."

"Do you have a problem with white hair and red eyes?" Su Lin dumped all the stone and rare treasures he brought back onto the empty ground of Water Mirror Peak.

Glancing at the unruly dog-paws of Hei Huang, Su Lin casually used Heavenly Will to intimidate him. Too bad the spring's VIP card is about to expire.

Is Heavenly Dao Mama there? Can't you just give me a permanent buff? Or even a modifier like Wind Spirit Moon Shadow would do.

"How do we handle these?" Su Lin crouched down, tapped twice, and pulled out a tiny creature confined within a narrow space—a golden divine silkworm.

Though called a "silkworm," it had claws and horns resembling a true dragon, but its horns were fleshy, its body scaleless, and its form like Jin Yu.

It opened its cute big eyes, staring fearfully at Su Lin, its tiny body trembling uncontrollably.

Su Lin teased the little creature slightly but didn't release it—it feeds on Yuan; letting it out would put Ye Fan's exotic source in danger.

"Other resources are no problem."

Ye Fan rubbed his chin, thinking, and said:

"I'm still deciding whether to let the Nine-Apertures Stone Man emerge. He's a Holy Spirit—requires some method to control him. It'll take ages for him to fully form, and that little black gold dragon-patterned sword inside isn't something I need right now."

"Give the Stone Dragon Pearl to Zhong Li. Have him take it to the Immortal Realm in Han Li's world, try to hatch it—if successful, it could become a being capable of forming its own realm."

"Same with the Immortal Linglong—place it in Song Shuhang's world or Han Li's world to imprint the Dao, capable of carving a scripture of the Dao's inscriptions."

"As for the Divine Child—"

Ye Fan hesitated. The Divine Child had already fully formed; cutting the stone would release it. But this little one is born at the Saint realm—carrying him around now would be like carrying a little ancestor.

If he doesn't release it, he'd have to leave the stone as a decoration with Su Lin—but that would be such a waste. Such a good fighter… such a good child—how could he bear to keep him locked in stone?

"Master, why don't we take on a disciple?" Ye Fan suggested. "You can train him."

"The user you dialed is currently powered off. For assistance, please contact Acting Su Zongzhu Lu Mingfei or transfer to another elder." Su Lin's eyes lost their luster—he had clearly shifted his awareness back to his true body.

Ye Fan said: "Transfer to Su Niuma."

"You're the Niuma!"

Su Lin's true body helplessly stepped out from the mist of history.

"Did I really propose starting a sect? I'm not the type to add more work to myself."

Immortal wine can make cultivators blackout—there's no way to remember what happened that night.

Maybe find a way to rewind time and see what happened that night.

It seems cool to form a sect with these big shots whose popularity crushes mine by dozens of streets—but in reality, actually setting it up is a exhausting, nonstop chore.

From multiple perspectives, a sect—

Materially, a sect can strengthen influence, gather resources, consolidate dominance, and even have disciples handle many tasks (though frankly, none are needed).

Cultivation-wise, a sect can preserve the Dao path—basic principles bloom differently on different people, bearing different fruits (too early).

Spiritually, a sect can increase cohesion, tighten bonds among group members, making it easier for him to cling to bigger legs in the future (or possibly become the leg himself).

But—

'Is this much karmic burden something little Su can bear?'

Lu Mingfei has already launched his entire family into cultivation mode—dragons and half-breeds are becoming regular visitors.

If you count all these people, following Zhong Li's schedule and task assignments, he's back to a work routine?

Things are fine now—the Su Zongzhu is still a beginner. But what if one day the Su Zongzhu attains the Dao and must lecture all disciples?

Think of Hong Jun—he lectured once every three thousand years, three times total: nine thousand years!

Su Lin suddenly shivered.

"Well, it's already like this—it's inevitable," Ye Fan said calmly. He'll establish a Heavenly Court and his own power someday anyway—this sect with the group is just early practice.

"True," Su Lin pinched his brow. He'd already signed his true spirit's name and seal—everyone else agreed. If he kept hesitating now, it'd be ridiculous.

Cultivators live long lives. If he doesn't crash mid-journey, Su Lin should live until heaven and earth decay but he remains unaging, until sun and moon perish but he endures.

Different experiences bring different joys. Trying something new isn't bad.

'Though for a Nascent Soul-level God of Light, it's still too early.'

Whatever. If all else fails, Lu Mingfei can take the blame.

"Let's get started?" Ye Fan asked.

Su Lin fell silent for a long while, then said: "I suggest signing a liability waiver first."

"So the big shots are opening their doors to take disciples?" Zhang Chuang stared at the stone, touching it as if it were a priceless treasure. "How about you take me in too?"

Water Mirror Peak was bustling again, after a long absence.

Excluding group members with time differences or other obligations, several people had gathered on Water Mirror Peak.

Song Shuhang's group, Zhang Chuang, Zhong Li, Han Li, and Lu Mingfei had all converged here—mainly to witness the miraculous birth of this being born as a Saint.

"If you really feel that way," Su Lin handed Zhang Chuang a sheet of paper: "Sign this."

Zhang Chuang took it and saw, at first glance, several large characters.

【Tianyi Sect's First-Generation Disciple Enrollment Agreement】

【Party A: (________)

Party B: (________

Disclaimer:

Party A shall bear full responsibility for all personal incidents experienced during their studies at Party B (Tianyi Sect), including but not limited to: collapse of the Dao heart, deviation into demonic cultivation, talent degradation, personality distortion, moral decline—100 other cases omitted.】

Party A shall handle all enemies incurred during their studies, including but not limited to: Fate-Selected Ones, Emperors, Human Sovereigns, Evil Dao Titans, Great Love Immortal Zunzhe, Chaotic Beings, Beings of the Other Shore, Cosmic Sovereigns, Heavenly Dao, Main Deities, Ancient Gods, Transcenders, Star Gods, Immortal Kings—33 other cases omitted. Party B assumes no responsibility for any karmic entanglements, grudges, or revenge; Party B will not intervene or participate.】

Party A may encounter the following teaching accidents during study: the Su Zongzhu or Elders forgetting you in some world, Sword Peak requiring biological materials, going missing during wilderness survival, An-value dropping to zero upon gazing at your teacher, collapsing into a monster during trial training, being caught in an explosion while refining pills with alien fire, or becoming academically useless due to mixed cultivation systems… all to be handled by Party A.】

Party A must respect teachers and uphold the Dao. The affairs of Sect elders are my affairs; if Sect elders face peril, I shall step forward to aid them (including but not limited to: Grand Multiverse Brawl, Dark Chaos, Creator Resurrection, Cleansing of the Weird, confrontations with hostile factions… numerous other crises). Live to fight for the Sect, defend its dignity.】

Party A】

Zhang Chuyan's face turned pale; his entire body stiffened like weathered rock.

"Sign it," Su Lin encouraged. "Don't worry—later, you call us Master, we call you brother; we each keep our own terms."

"I, Zhang Chuyan, am forever a child of Longhu Mountain!" Zhang Chuyan slammed the paper onto the stone, feeling the stone's counterforce, and said through tear-filled pain: "Let the Divine Child bear this immense opportunity—go on! I believe in you!"

Zhong Li sensed it and said: "The life within this stone seems unwilling."

Su Lin paused, then recalled Zhong Li's ability and said: "I nearly forgot—you can speak to rock."

Ye Fan gently stroked the stone and said: "Emperor Yufeng, you're still young—you don't understand what a monumental opportunity this is. You'll thank us later."

He had already recited these clauses to the Divine Child within the stone and explained them thoroughly. Though the terms sounded terrifying, compared to his future path across the myriad worlds, they were all empty words.

At the time, the other party expressed joy through violent vibrations.

After speaking, Ye Fan turned to Zhong Li and asked: "What did he say?"

Zhong Li glanced at the stone and shook his head—he decided not to translate the other's extreme words.

Lu Mingfei was enthusiastic, having somehow acquired a Daoist robe and set up an altar, holding a peach-wood sword while muttering incantations.

"I've just calculated it—this child, born at the hour of Wei, is destined for greatness—sainthood is within reach!" Lu Mingfei's eyes suddenly flared with divine light, as if he saw the flow of fate shifting.

The scene fell silent; everyone stared at him with peculiar expressions.

Su Lin shook his head, having fully suppressed the stone. He spoke: "Open it."

Ye Fan nodded. He did not ask where Su Lin's Source Art came from, nor why Su Lin wasn't opening it himself—he stepped forward to prepare to crack the stone.

Stars hang over Green Peak; moon surges over Mirror Lake.

Chaotic mist veiled the air; primal energy radiated from the stone, tendrils of chaos spreading, making this spot on Mirror Lake Peak appear mysterious and unfathomable.

Ye Fan used his finger as a blade, carving across the stone's surface, ready to peel away its outer shell layer by layer.

Chaos surged like a newly unearthed spring, flooding every corner of Mirror Lake Peak.

If a learned cultivator passed nearby at this moment, they would surely believe they had witnessed the birth of heaven and earth—so dense was the chaotic energy here, typically found only in newly opened worlds or the fringes of the cosmos.

Song Shuhang glanced at the White Zunzhe beside him and asked: "White Elder, can we collect this? It seems incredibly precious."

At Song Shuhang's words, Ye Fan's hands froze; all eyes turned to him.

The White Zunzhe smiled: "Cultivators generally cannot collect such gas—those who can usually have no use for it."

Ye Fan also nodded in agreement: "The Source Heaven Book records that this gas naturally returns to heaven and earth; mortals cannot contain or preserve it."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the surrounding chaotic energy was drawn into a vortex.

To everyone's astonishment, all the chaotic energy converged into Su Lin's right hand, forming a hazy sphere.

There's a permission dog from this world!!!

Everyone turned their gaze to the stone. Ye Fan swallowed hard and said: "Emperor Yufeng, don't worry—I'll let you out gently. Stay inside the stone a little longer."

Zhong Li turned his head away, looking troubled.

The life within the stone sent him a thought.

【Kill me.】

To prevent accidental loss, only after three hours—when all chaotic energy had vanished and all phenomena were suppressed by Su Lin, and when five or six chaotic spheres had formed beneath his feet—did Ye Fan deliver the final cut.

Crack!

A soft sound—the stone split open, radiating ten thousand rays of light, as if a miniature sun had burst forth.

"Oumolae du na… Wuuuwa!!!"

The wailing and crying of a child erupted across Mirror Lake Peak; everyone looked at each other.

The Divine Child, Emperor Yufeng, lay within a crystal-like immortal source, waving his arms and sobbing.

He appeared to be three or four years old, naked, a boy, with eyes like black jewels, his entire body pure and white, teardrops the size of soybeans rolling down his cheeks.

"Who has experience raising children?" Ye Fan asked.

This thing possesses saintly power—if I go near and touch him, I'll instantly turn to blood mist.

In the end, Zhong Li stepped forward and lifted the chubby, plump little boy high.

"Sa de le fa… Wuu ak lu ou… Wuu a"

"I don't understand your language," Zhong Li said with a faint smile. "You may communicate with me as before through spiritual thought, or use our language."

A being of this realm could learn a language instantly—merely by transmitting or contacting knowledge through spiritual awareness.

"Bad man, bad man, bad man, bad man!" the chubby child spoke, now in a language everyone understood: "I don't want to be your disciple!"

"I won't force you," Zhong Li held him close, soothing him. "Besides, at my current level, I likely have nothing to teach you."

"Really?" the chubby child sniffled. "You're… a good person."

He could sense others' emotions—he had detected Zhong Li's spiritual fluctuations. The man spoke truthfully.

At that moment, Su Lin and Ye Fan approached. As he turned his head, he forgot to cry.

In his vision, terrifying, world-destroying forces were advancing step by step toward him.

When he came to his senses, the chubby child looked at his pierced fingertip, then at the handprint bearing his true soul.

"Wuuuuuuuuu!!!"

Unfortunately, apart from Zhongli, there are few good people.

End of chapter.