Vol 6 Chapter 24: A Bountiful Harvest
Boom.
After using the power of the Heavenly Demon Finger to crush and stun the Patriarch of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, a spatial rift formed and generated a massive suction, forcibly teleporting the two of them to Lin Jing’s presence.
Xuantian Pavilion Elder Xiao fell from the air; Xiao Nian hurriedly caught him, while the Patriarch of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect slammed heavily onto the ground.
“Over here.” Lin Jing pulled the Patriarch of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect toward him, clasped the man’s head with one hand, and activated a soul-searching technique to see how the man had concealed himself.
After a moment.
Lin Jing made a low sound; it turned out the concealment wasn’t achieved by any treasure but by a spell.
This spell was acquired long ago when the Ten Thousand Poisons Patriarch mistakenly entered an ancient immortal mansion. It was called the Ant Method, and its effect was very peculiar.
When the enemy’s cultivation is higher than that of the practitioner, whether by deduction or divine consciousness, it becomes extremely difficult to accurately locate the cultivator who practices the Ant Method.
That cultivator would be like an ant—completely unnoticeable, treated as an ignored ant.The greater the cultivation gap, the harder it is to detect.
“Who developed this?” Lin Jing was speechless. He had assumed some artifact was masking the Ten Thousand Poisons Patriarch, but the Ant Method was evidently no ordinary trick.
It had eluded the Ice Soul Gu’s search as well as his own deductions; the creator must be formidable, certainly an ancient being of immortal-level or above.
If he hadn’t located the Ten Thousand Poisons Patriarch beside the Xuantian Pavilion elder using the identification "Xuantian Pavilion Elder" and skimmed past with his divine consciousness, he wasn’t sure he would have found him.
“Whatever—the gains are what matter.”
Seeing Lin Jing return to the house, those from Xuantian Pavilion exhaled in relief. Xiao Nian’s heart thundered wildly. So this person’s strength was that terrifying—fortunately they had not offended him earlier.
“Leader Hu knows that junior...”
“Don’t ask.” Hu Mo Song glanced at me and said, “Being acquainted with that junior is the Pavilion Elder’s good fortune. Just remember not to provoke my old self—this Ten Thousand Poisons Sect must have done something for it to turn out like this.”
“Yes, yes.” Lin Jing nodded, understanding those implications.
At the same time,
Lin Jing weighed the storage pouch from Xuantian Pavilion and smiled faintly.
Xuantian Pavilion was indeed generous.
Among twenty ancient treasures, there were actually two items of some value.
One low-grade immortal artifact and one mid-grade immortal artifact.
The drop rate was pretty good.
The low-grade immortal artifact was significantly damaged; Lin Jing tucked it away to later let Dragon Carp practice repairing it.
The other mid-grade immortal artifact made Lin Jing study it carefully and patiently.
It was a broken bronze mirror.
It had already lost its immortal power and only retained a little spiritual energy. It was much more damaged than the plaque and seemed inferior to a low-grade magical treasure, yet Lin Jing could tell the material was extraordinary.
After nourishing the mirror with some Immortal Power, Lin Jing reached a conclusion: alchemist master Dragon Carp must pivot more deeply toward becoming a master of artifact forging. Otherwise, these treasures that had lost their luster would never be restored.
“Can you actually do anything?”
Elsewhere, Lin Jing’s true body, accompanied by the remnant soul of an immortal, continued searching for descendants of the Heavenly Emperor.
“This feels wrong.”
The remnant soul murmured, “That Heavenly Emperor had countless incarnations and left innumerable descendants. Even in the age of magic decline, it’s impossible for them all to have left Earth; a large portion should still have been born and living here. Why can’t I sense them?”
“Maybe so much time has passed that the bloodlines are too diluted for me to resonate with them... or maybe it’s related to my own condition. If I could recover a bit, perhaps my sensing probability would increase...”
“Wait—don’t refine, don’t refine, I think I sense something.”
Seeing Lin Jing’s murderous gaze, the remnant soul hurriedly spoke and guided Lin Jing to a pond.
Lin Jing hovered in the air and glanced over; indeed, he spotted two naked mountain children swimming in the pond.
“Is one of these two of them?”
They appeared to be ordinary human bodies without anything special—but they were bold, playing in such a dangerous pond without adult supervision. Lin Jing swept his divine sense and discovered many poisons nearby and water deep enough to drown them.
“Tell me—which one.” Lin Jing asked.
“Dao friend, not these two children. It’s that little frog.” The remnant pointed, revealing a wise-looking frog standing at the pond’s edge with its back to Lin Jing and launching its tongue to swat flying gnats in the air repeatedly.
A frog....
“Are you kidding me?” Lin Jing’s face darkened. You’re telling me a descendant of the Heavenly Emperor is this frog??
“No, of course not. Don’t be like that. Even putting the Heavenly Emperor aside, any powerful human cultivator’s partner wouldn’t necessarily all be human. The Heavenly Emperor’s harem would contain many races of immortals, so his offspring would span many species. That makes perfect sense.”
Hearing that, Lin Jing couldn’t find a rebuttal. Even the head of the Beast Master Sect had married a crane immortal; disciples’ spouses included fox demons. So a frog immortal in the Heavenly Emperor’s harem as a consort wasn’t impossible...
“It still feels off.” Lin Jing was silent. This frog immortal, somehow, didn’t sound like the sort who would attract the Heavenly Emperor’s favor.