Chapter 105: The Opportunity for Advanced Study

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By the time Lin Yi left the Mo family estate, it was already four in the afternoon.

Originally, he had only planned to attend Old Master Zhang’s birthday banquet and to help solidify the Zhang family’s position in the Shan Province.

But who could have predicted he would get entangled with the Mo family’s affairs? Plans rarely keep pace with sudden changes.

He felt no emotional stir over the Mo family’s downfall; throughout history, Lin Yi had witnessed the rise and fall of countless clans.

Trouble was something he disliked. The Mo family was renowned both for their artifact forging and cultivation heritage.

Since Lin Yi had slain the Mo family elder, the two sides had been locked in a bitter, unrelenting conflict. No one knew how many aces or connections a transcendent force like that had up its sleeve.

“Trouble. We’ll probably have to move after this,” Lin Yi muttered, shaking his head.

Though he had warned everyone earlier, some things simply could not be kept under wraps.

Lin Yi had no intention of returning to the Zhang family; instead, he headed straight for the airport.

At that moment, a red Ferrari pulled up in front of him.

The door opened to reveal Die Nishang, wearing oversized sunglasses, a tight pink skirt, and sheer stockings with high heels, exuding irresistible charm—every smile and glance captivating.

“Mr. Lin, good to see you again,” Die Nishang greeted him with a radiant smile.

Lin Yi’s expression remained cold and indifferent. “What’s the matter?”

Unfazed, Die Nishang replied coquettishly, “Mr. Lin, I didn’t expect your strength to be so formidable. I was worried for nothing.”

Lin Yi gave her a dismissive glance and continued walking.

Die Nishang’s face darkened. She hadn’t expected him to leave so abruptly. After all, she was a great beauty—would it have killed him to look her over a little longer?

But recalling Lin Yi’s terrifying power, she could only swallow her resentment.

Clack, clack, clack.

She hurried after him and blocked his path. “Mr. Lin, I sincerely invite you to join Die Valley. You’ll have free access to all of our resources.”

Lin Yi said flatly, “Not interested.”

Die Nishang had anticipated this response, so she wasn’t surprised. Smiling, she said, “Please don’t be so quick to refuse. Hear me out first.”

“Fine, go ahead,” Lin Yi showed a flicker of interest.

Die Nishang continued, “Mr. Lin, are you aware of the advanced training slots offered by the Martial Arts Association?”

“No,” Lin Yi shook his head.

He hadn’t paid attention to the Martial Arts Association for decades. In fact, it was Qiao Weiliang who had informed him about the existence of spirit stones.

She explained, “These training slots are jointly arranged by the Beijing and Demon City Martial Arts Associations to select and cultivate talent. They’re held every five years and limited to those under fifty.”

“With your strength, you’d be a prime candidate for extensive cultivation—martial techniques, cultivation methods, elixirs, magical artifacts, spirit stones—you name it.”

Die Nishang paused, licking her red lips before continuing, “Die Valley has three slots available. So, Mr. Lin, how about it? This offer is sincere. Join us, enjoy the resources freely, and the slot is yours.”

Lin Yi chuckled lightly. “If I really wanted that slot, there would be plenty of people lining up to give it to me.”

Die Nishang’s expression shifted slightly. She had momentarily forgotten that this man before her could not be judged by ordinary standards.

Her prideful Die Valley was, in his eyes, nothing more than something easily crushed.

“Sigh, Die Nishang, sometimes you’re brilliant, sometimes foolish.”

She sighed inwardly. Lin Yi was so young that people often underestimated his power. Her master had also been overconfident—thinking that simply offering a training slot could trap a dragon like Lin Yi was nothing but a dream.

After a brief hesitation, Die Nishang said sincerely, “Mr. Lin, I misspoke earlier. The training slot is yours, and the resources of Die Valley are at your disposal. We only ask that you lend a hand should Die Valley ever face a crisis.”

Lin Yi pondered slightly and asked, “Are there any high-grade spirit stones?”

At his current level, relying solely on low- and mid-grade spirit stones would slow his progress.

Die Nishang blinked in surprise. “Yes, but very few. Many warriors nearing fifty fiercely compete for each high-grade spirit stone.”

Lin Yi nodded. “I accept your offer, but I will only intervene once.”

“That’s enough,” Die Nishang said with a hint of joy.

Though Die Valley was a transcendent force, it was also conspicuous. Being a clan specializing in alchemy with abundant resources made it an easy target of envy and attack.

If Lin Yi could intervene even once to suppress threats, other forces would surely respect them.

Die Nishang extended her fair hand. “Then it’s settled, Mr. Lin. The next training session is just over a month away. I will come to pick you up then.”

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“Mm,” Lin Yi nodded, gently shaking Die Nishang’s hand.

After she left, Lin Yi looked up at the sky.

For other factions, training opportunities with the Martial Arts Association were priceless.

But for Lin Yi, they were optional.

With his eleven Golden Core level prowess, ordinary treasures could no longer boost him.

What truly interested him were the high-grade spirit stones.

Lin Yi boarded a plane and returned to Lan City two hours later.

When he saw Dou Dou again, the little girl had quietly advanced to a half-step Grandmaster, just one step shy of full Grandmaster.

“Lin Yi, I’m strong now. From now on, I’ll protect you,” Lin Dou Dou said, tilting her head proudly and flexing her little muscles.

“Good. From now on, Dou Dou is our family’s little bodyguard,” Lin Yi teased, gently rubbing her tiny nose.

“Hmph, bodyguard? I’m the queen,” Dou Dou snorted.

“Yes, the queen,” Lin Yi chuckled softly.

Dou Dou puffed out her chest with pride.

Lin Yi shook his head and took out a jet-black teardrop pendant.

“Dou Dou, this is for you.”

Though Dou Dou’s strength had reached half-step Grandmaster, her soul’s intensity was still too weak.

If some cultivators skilled in soul-based curses appeared, she would be defenseless.

Even if such people were rare, Lin Yi wanted no risk.

“It's so beautiful,” Dou Dou’s eyes sparkled as she happily put on the pendant around her pale neck.

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Chuan Province, Qiao family.

Qiao Weiliang wielded an ancient bronze sword, sweeping his arm. Several sharp sword energies flashed and struck a large tree nearby.

Swish, swish.

The tree was enveloped by sword energy and instantly cut into several sections, the breaks smooth and clean.

“Master, you’re amazing!” a beautiful seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl clapped her hands.

“Haha, I still have a long way to go. Just the other day, a young man defeated me in a few moves,” Qiao Weiliang said with a wry smile.

“Hmph, Master, don’t let others steal your thunder,” the girl huffed stubbornly. “That brat only has more strength. If it was life or death, he wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Silly girl, you don’t understand,” Qiao Weiliang said, sheathing his bronze sword and affectionately ruffling her hair.

He was once a prodigy ruling Chuan Province, before Lin Yi was even born.

Being defeated by a young man left him unwilling to accept it.

But Lin Yi had shattered his mind with sheer presence alone.

That alone showed how terrifying Lin Yi’s strength truly was.

Just then, a phone rang.

After answering and exchanging a few words, Qiao Weiliang’s face turned grim.

When he hung up, he looked utterly dejected.

“Master, what’s wrong?” the girl asked with concern.

Trying to steady himself, Qiao Weiliang said, “Your senior brother just called. Not long ago, Lin Yi killed over a dozen Grandmasters, and even a Spirit Sovereign died on the spot.”

“Impossible!” the girl’s mouth fell open, eyes wide.

Martial cultivation was no overnight feat. The Grandmaster realm was the goal of many.

Spirit Sovereigns were like terrestrial immortals, objects of reverence.

Yet this young man in his twenties had slain more than a dozen Grandmasters and even caused a Spirit Sovereign’s death.

It sounded like a joke.

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The girl refused to believe it. The result was too incredible.

Lin Yi was only a few years older than her, yet his achievements were beyond her wildest reach.

“It’s true,” Qiao Weiliang sighed, reluctantly admitting. Lin Yi was truly a dragon among carp.

The girl swallowed nervously, recalling how she had once looked down on Lin Yi. She wished she could sink into the earth out of embarrassment.

“Girl, prepare a flight to Lan City immediately,” Qiao Weiliang ordered sternly.

“Alright,” the girl nodded, then asked with a serious tone, “Master, can I come along?”

Qiao Weiliang looked into her bright eyes and nodded. “Fine. Remember, speak little and don’t anger Mr. Lin.”

“Got it, Master.”

Not only Qiao Weiliang received the news; several nearby provinces also learned of it.

One after another, warriors flocked to Lan City just to catch a glimpse of Mr. Lin.

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Lin Yi sat cross-legged, beside him a fluffy three-tailed red fox—Little Red.

Little Red mimicked Lin Yi’s meditation pose, cultivating.

Thanks to the Spirit Gathering Formation, Little Red’s strength was steadily improving.

Lin Yi had also taught Dou Dou some advanced cultivation methods.

The key to strengthening the body lay in solidifying the foundation. With Dou Dou’s current base, she was sturdier than many Grandmasters.

Therefore, whether or not she cultivated the strengthening art was less critical.

As evening approached, a voice suddenly came from outside.

“Mr. Lin,” it was Qiao Weiliang.

Lin Yi thought to himself, “Trouble. I was hoping for a few peaceful days, but news travels fast.”

Still, one should never bite the hand that offers.

Since others came willingly, Lin Yi couldn’t just shut the door on them.

“The number eight villa is still empty. You can move in first thing tomorrow,” Lin Yi said, shaking his head as he stood and opened the door.

There stood Qiao Weiliang in a Zhongshan suit, accompanied by a beautiful seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

The girl’s bright eyes and fair skin were stunning as she stared curiously at Lin Yi.

“You have business here?” Lin Yi asked.

Qiao Weiliang quickly shook his head, speaking respectfully, “Mr. Lin, I’m just here to visit. Ai Yi, say hello.”

Qin Yiyi pinched the corner of her skirt and gave a lady-like bow, speaking softly, “Hello, Mr. Lin.”

“Mm,” Lin Yi nodded coldly.

Seeing Lin Yi’s indifferent attitude, Qin Yiyi’s heart pouted in frustration.

After all, she was a young prodigy with her own pride.

The rumor about Lin Yi killing a Spirit Sovereign was just hearsay. She wouldn’t say it aloud but still found it hard to believe.

With a smiling face, Qin Yiyi said, “I heard Mr. Lin killed over ten Grandmasters and a Spirit Sovereign. Is that true?”

Qiao Weiliang’s expression changed sharply. With Mr. Lin’s power, how could a mere young girl question him?

Immediately, he scolded, “Yiyi, apologize to Mr. Lin right now.”

Pouting, Qin Yiyi said, “Master, I haven’t done anything wrong. I just wanted to confirm.”

Qiao Weiliang’s face flushed with anger. If Qin Yiyi didn’t change her arrogant attitude, she would suffer a serious loss someday.

His body trembled uncontrollably—partly from anger, partly from fear.

Lin Yi gave Qin Yiyi a faint, half-smile and said, “Whether it’s true or not, why should I explain to you?”