Vol 6 Chapter 21: Rich Bro
Lin Jing believed about thirty percent of what the remnant immortal soul said.
The tomb had a consciousness!
It would treat unfamiliar grave robbers and descendants of the bloodline differently.
This matched Lin Jing’s experience from an Immortal Palace secret realm: secret realm spirits look out for themselves and act in their own interest.
So, facing the decay of immortal tombs during the age of magic decline, a tomb might prefer to favor bloodline descendants over letting outsiders exploit it, or, if the tomb’s consciousness was actually the Heavenly Emperor’s own mind, that was also entirely possible.
That could explain why this grave robber had managed to escape the Heavenly Emperor’s tomb unscathed, even enjoying the tomb’s protection and surviving to the present day.
Having nothing better to do, Lin Jing grew curious about the Heavenly Emperor’s tomb the remnant soul mentioned. From a certain perspective, the value of this tomb seemed not much lower than the Heaven’s Mandate that the Eastern Glorious Immortal Emperor had tasked the three of them with finding.
Fusing with a Heaven’s Mandate was a prerequisite for becoming an Immortal Emperor.
It could make one a young Immortal Emperor.But if he could obtain the legacy of a Heavenly Emperor who had reached the Immortal Emperor realm, that might be just as good as fusing with a Heaven’s Mandate—equally worthy of the title young Immortal Emperor.
Still, it required finding a Heavenly Emperor descendant to act as a medium, which made things complicated.
“Next, you take me to find a Heavenly Emperor descendant.”
“Yes, yes.”
Led by the remnant soul, Lin Jing’s true body left with it, but remembering his purpose for coming to the cultivators’ gathering, Lin Jing left behind his incarnation.
The black-clad “Mo Yu” appeared atop Purple-Gold Mountain. Now the incarnation no longer hid itself. After ruling the Origin Realm for centuries and being wanted across myriad worlds, everyone already knew he had a demonic clan incarnation, so the incarnate form used the same appearance as Lin Jing’s true body—only its aura was colder and darker.
While his true body was out, the incarnation continued shopping for treasures.
And… waited for the Ten Thousand Poison Sect’s patriarch to walk into its trap.
“Looks like treasures aren’t that easy to come by.”
After browsing around, Lin Jing didn’t find another decent item.
There were treasures, but anything below immortal-grade he couldn’t be bothered to pick up.
He had too many non-immortal-grade collectibles. Back when the allied force of myriad world prodigies existed, Lin Jing had gotten so rich he was dripping wealth; since he didn’t lack low-tier items, he left those opportunities to other lucky people.
“Seems Mount Lu Recluse handled things over there.”
Just as he prepared to leave, Lin Jing noticed Lin Lan, who had been going out with Mount Lu Recluse, in the cultivator town.
At that moment, with Dao Alliance approval Mount Lu Recluse had legally secured the panda pet beast for Lin Lan, and Lin Lan, already bonded with the giant panda, immediately took it out for a walk.
The panda pet hung on Lin Lan’s head, curiously looking around. Seeing the scene, Lin Jing remembered when they were kids—Lin Lan had once put an emptied watermelon rind on her head like a hat and gotten scolded for it.
“She loves watermelon so much. I should’ve had the Pine Leaf Mouse enlighten a watermelon spirit and let her contract it.”
Lin Jing walked over, but stopped soon after—Lin Lan and the others seemed to be in some trouble...
“Those two immortal ladies, may I ask how you are called?”
A man and a woman blocked Mount Lu Recluse and Lin Lan. The woman wore Han clothing and had a mundane air; the man appeared delicate and extravagant, staring greedily at Lin Lan’s pet, his eyes full of affection.
“Would you be willing to part with this spiritual beast? My younger sister loves it. Price—two immortal ladies name it.”
The man could tell Mount Lu Recluse’s foundation-establishment cultivation, and that Lin Lan and the panda were at the peak of qi training, yet he confidently stopped them. His cultivation was higher—young though he was, he seemed to be in mid foundation-establishment.
Even the woman beside him had late qi training cultivation, a rarity at her age.
“Upper Shanghai City, Xuantian Pavilion, Young Pavilion Lord, Xiao Nian?” Mount Lu Recluse didn’t recognize his rejuvenated appearance, but she immediately recognized him!
He was the heir of Xuantian Pavilion, the largest cultivation force in Upper Shanghai City. Xuantian Pavilion reportedly controlled multiple spirit veins and was the wealthiest cultivator faction in China!
Mount Lu Recluse hadn’t expected to meet someone from Xuantian Pavilion—and he had taken a liking to the spirit beast Lin Lan had just contracted.
“Since you know me, this is easier to settle. I think this spiritual beast seems suited to your young lady...” the Xuantian Pavilion young pavilion lord smiled faintly.
“One second—two foundations-establishing pills, one that can give a qi-peak cultivator a thirty percent chance to succeed at foundation establishment, in exchange for this spirit beast—how about that?” the young pavilion lord proposed, but his offer was met with Lin Lan’s look as if he were an idiot.
“You’re dreaming.”
Lin Lan couldn’t help but speak. The pet beast Lin Jing had given her was not something a single foundation pill could buy.
“I am Mount Lu Recluse, this is my disciple Lin Lan. Young pavilion lord, my disciple will not trade her spiritual beast—please, leave.” Mount Lu Recluse began to drive them off.
The young pavilion lord was stunned for a moment—Mount Lu Recluse?
He vaguely remembered Mount Lu Recluse as an old woman. How had she become so young? He couldn’t help but take another look. Where did she get a youth-preserving pill?
“Ah, so it’s Mount Lu Recluse. My sister truly loves this spiritual beast. She’s been looking around town and only liked this one. Surely you can’t part with it? On top of the foundation pill I offered, I’ll add three bottles of auxiliary foundation-establishing pills—how about that?”
Seeing his sister’s longing eyes, the Xuantian Pavilion young pavilion lord forced a smile, cupped his fist, and said, “I beg you.”
“That won’t do...” Mount Lu Recluse shook her head. Was he trying to buy them off?
He should know the gift Lin Jing had left her was worth hundreds of Xuantian Pavilion assets. For an outsider to give so much, would the pet beast Lin Jing gave her cousin really lack potential?
“Two pills—two foundation-establishing pills, plus one higher-grade pill that guarantees a seventy percent chance of foundation establishment. My grandfather crafted it for me.” The girl in the long skirt looked at Lin Lan pleadingly.
“Sis, please, I really like it...” the younger sister begged.
“No way...” Lin Lan shook her head. No matter what, she wouldn’t sell.
The panda pet, activated with regal-level bloodline, had undergone a world of change compared to a normal panda: it was extra adorable and adorably clumsy. Along the way, it had already attracted many gazes.
“Or how about this, sister—let’s raise it together. I’ll pay for its food from now on. It’ll still be yours; just let it come play with me sometimes.” The Xuantian Pavilion little princess said something that nearly made Mount Lu Recluse and Lin Lan spit blood.
Are you people just throwing money away?
They had long heard that Xuantian Pavilion’s children were all rich bros and rich sisters;
now it was clear they weren’t exaggerating. This was the first time they’d seen someone buy something like this...