Chapter 97: His Talent Is Way Higher Than a Human

Of course, apart from the all-you-can-eat buffet of the Dragon’s Stomach, the Glow Brand Sparkling Juice remains popular at other restaurants and eateries.

Lin Yu had dared to bring it out precisely because he was certain it posed no harm to ordinary people.

Not long after, Lin Yu and the Yun family sat down at the dining table.

Lin Yu had intended to have the old grandmother take the seat of honor, but the elderly woman refused stubbornly, insisting she would not sit down.

With no other choice, Lin Yu accepted her warmth and took the seat of honor himself.

As soon as the dishes arrived, rich aromas spread across the table, making the two little girls constantly swallow their saliva, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on the food that seemed to glow.

Watching only the two little girls at the table, Yun Ye furrowed his brow and turned to the governess.

“Aunt, where are Runniang and the others?”

“This…”

The governess hesitated, casting a cautious glance at the old grandmother.

The old grandmother sighed and said, “Call those girls over too.”

At these words, the governess’s face lit up with joy, and she hurried away.

Seeing this, Lin Yu’s smile remained unchanged—he said nothing and felt no surprise.

Years ago, the Yun family suffered disaster due to Yun Dingxing; all the male members perished, leaving only women and children alive.

Among the younger female relatives, Yun Ye’s sisters alone numbered eight, and there were many aunts as well, but all had been divorced by their in-laws, branded as harbingers of misfortune.

At the same time, due to this era’s male preference, not only were Yun Ye’s aunts cast out, but also the daughters they bore.

Now that Yun Ye had become the Tang Dynasty’s Lord of Lantian, those opportunistic in-laws naturally wanted to reattach themselves.

Some of Yun Ye’s aunts, having already borne sons, missed their children and were lured back by sweet words.

But others were more stubborn, refusing to return, and stayed in the mansion, taking on roles like housekeeper; their daughters, who had left with them, were raised within the Yun household.

Of these eight sisters, only Daya and Xiaoya descended from the third branch of the Yun family, making them true Yun clan daughters.

The remaining six sisters included two who were the biological daughters of the aunts—Runniang and Yiniang.

The other four sisters were adopted by the aunts, their origins uncertain, and thus never favored by the old grandmother.

For this banquet honoring Lin Yu, a distinguished guest, the old grandmother, valuing propriety and ritual, brought only Daya and Xiaoya; the other six cousin girls had no right to appear.

As a modern-day transplant, Yun Ye’s values naturally rejected such feudal filth.

Whether first or second cousins, he treated them all equally, loving them as his own sisters.

As for the old grandmother’s actions, Yun Ye could understand them.

In her eyes, cousin girls would eventually marry out; if they were loose-lipped or sided with their husband’s families, they might leak the family’s deepest secrets.

Understanding did not mean approval.

He had specifically spoken up before the family banquet to make his stance clear to his grandmother.

As a guest, Lin Yu saw all this clearly.

But he had no intention of intervening—it was Yun Ye’s family matter, and he trusted Yun Ye to handle it well…

Not long after, six timid little girls appeared at the door, and under the governess’s guidance, took their seats in turn.

Only then did Yun Ye smile and formally announce the family banquet had begun.

As soon as the words were spoken, Xiaoya, the one who loved food most, could no longer hold back and eagerly attacked the sweet-and-sour dragon ribs.

Seeing Xiaoya’s messy eating, Yun Ye couldn’t help glaring at her.

But Xiaoya showed no sign of restraint.

She chewed the ribs while mumbling, “Brother said there are no rules at the Yun family table,” causing Lin Yu to burst into laughter and personally slide the sparkling juice toward her.

Notably, throughout the entire process, Lin Yu remained perfectly still in his seat—merely snapping his fingers, the glass cup filled with juice floated up on its own and landed before Xiaoya…

Seeing this, the adults at the table exchanged glances and fell silent.

Especially Yun Ye’s aunts, who now looked at Lin Yu with newfound reverence, their manners and speech growing deferential.

In contrast, the most composed were the old grandmother and the eight little girls.

When Yun Ye first returned, he used spiritual power to regulate his grandmother’s body.

Since then, the old grandmother had known Yun Ye possessed immortal arts.

Now seeing Lin Yu manipulate objects from afar, she felt no surprise; instead, she turned and shot the aunts a stern glance, signaling them not to speak of this outside.

As for the eight little girls, they did not yet grasp the significance of Lin Yu’s display.

Seeing the juice float into the air, the shy Daya and others merely looked astonished, saying nothing; but the lively Xiaoxi and Xiaobei brightened instantly, chattering excitedly, begging Lin Yu to show them another trick.

Lin Yu didn’t dampen their spirits—he snapped his fingers, and orange-yellow sparkling juice leapt from the pitcher, tracing elegant arcs through the air before landing in the girls’ glass cups.

The little girls cheered, their eyes now filled with admiration for Lin Yu.

As Lin Yu played with the little girls, Yun Ye watched them with a smile, making no move to stop them.

As the saying goes, when one man attains the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascend—eventually, the family would have to know about Baiyu Jing.

Especially these little girls—Yun Ye had long planned to implant spiritual seeds in them, so they might one day share immortality with him…

After the banquet, everyone was full and satisfied; the old grandmother rose quickly, summoning Yun Ye’s aunts to the back chamber, clearly intending to give them private instructions.

Lin Yu waved his hand, summoning two Huangjin puppets to clean up the mess.

At that moment, Yun Ye led Daya and Xiaoya, accompanied by the other six cousin girls, and smiled: “Say hello!”

The eight little girls spoke in clear, childish voices—some called him “Brother,” others “Elder Brother,” and some even shyly whispered, “Lin Brother.”

Lin Yu’s scalp prickled; he pulled Yun Ye aside and whispered, “What are you doing?”

Yun Ye whispered back with a grin: “Brother, they’ve already called you—given your status, shouldn’t you give these little sisters of mine a little gift?”

“….”

Lin Yu’s lips curled into a wry smile: “So you’re trying to swindle me?”

Yun Ye sighed: “What can I do? Eight sisters—being an older brother is a heavy burden. I need help sharing the cost!”

“Fine.”

Lin Yu laughed and patted his shoulder, then stepped before the eight little girls, meeting their shy or expectant gazes with a gentle smile: “We’ve just met, and I didn’t prepare anything—so here’s a small token for you.”

With a flick of his right hand, he produced a delicate jade hairpin and inserted it into Daya’s hair.

This hairpin was hastily crafted by Lin Yu using Material Shaping Magic and Divine Mechanism Art—a passive-triggered protective talisman, its strength far exceeding Ma Xianhong’s.

With this, even a volley of ten thousand arrows could not harm her.

Lin Yu did not explain the talisman’s function to Daya, only said it was naturally sentient, and told her to wear it always—it would turn misfortune into fortune when danger came.

Daya understood only partially.

But seeing the exquisite craftsmanship, as if forged by heaven itself, she couldn’t help but love it, and bowed gratefully to Lin Yu.

Afterwards, Lin Yu gave each girl a different protective talisman, tailored to her personality.

Xiaodong was greedy for wealth—he gave her a glittering gold bracelet; Runniang and Yiniang, at the age of vanity—he gifted them exquisite jewelry; Xiaoya and Xiaonan, lively and fond of food—he gave each a long-life silver locket; Xiaoxi and Xiaobei, uninterested in needlework and fond of swords and spears—he gave each a jade sword pendant…

Though the gifts appeared to vary in value, all were powerful protective talismans.

Yun Ye was thoroughly satisfied, immediately had the girls thank Lin Yu, then waved them away.

“Next time you want gifts for your sisters, give me a heads-up—I need time to prepare.”

“No problem!”

Yun Ye readily agreed, then stepped forward, chatting and laughing with Lin Yu as they walked into the courtyard.

Soon, they stopped before a spacious, luxurious stable.

Inside, a magnificent chestnut horse lay half-reclining on silk cushions.

Sensing the familiar aura, the chestnut horse immediately opened its eyes, excitedly stretching its head out.

Yun Ye beamed, hugging the horse’s head as it nuzzled against him.

“...This is Wangcai?”

Lin Yu asked, studying the chestnut horse.

Yun Ye whispered: “Yes—he’s my brother.”

Wangcai was the companion Yun Ye met after his transmigration—not only did he help Yun Ye escape the wasteland, but he also saved his life.

Since then, Yun Ye had regarded Wangcai as a brother, vowing to make him live in luxury.

And Yun Ye had indeed kept his promise.

Now Wangcai was a formal member of the Yun household, dined and pampered daily by the marquis’s servants, his status second only to Yun Ye and the old grandmother—a being no one dared to trouble, except the little girls.

Yun Ye’s affection for Wangcai ran deep; thus, upon Lin Yu’s arrival, he had specifically brought him to see Wangcai.

“You want to implant a spiritual root in him?”

“Not necessarily a spiritual root—just something to let him share my immortality.”

Lin Yu nodded, then turned and studied Wangcai’s lively eyes with interest.

His lowered spiritual force quietly surged forth, instantly enveloping Wangcai’s entire body.

The next instant, Wangcai jerked his head up, scanning his surroundings with alarm, sensing something amiss.

Seeing this, Lin Yu’s gaze flickered, then turned sharply: “Better spend a bit more and implant a proper spiritual root.”

Yun Ye froze, staring at Lin Yu in surprise.

Lin Yu said seriously: “This horse’s talent is far higher than any human’s.”

“To be blunt—if the Chat Group hadn’t lifted the talent restrictions on you, you might not even outmatch him.”

“If this world had spiritual energy—if even just the neighboring world of One Man Under Heaven—this guy would definitely become a Horse Spirit.”

(End of Chapter)