Chapter 2135: Lin Yinping

The Seventh Chronicle: Lin Yinping

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Saintess Yinping, a daughter of the prominent Lin clan, was intelligent from a young age and skilled in beast language. People were often amazed by her ability to play with fierce birds, tigers, and leopards. During her childhood studies, she encountered a Grand Cultivator from the Holy Temple, who exclaimed, "This child's cultivation achievements will surely surpass mine!" He joyfully accepted her as a disciple. She then severed her worldly ties and entered the Holy Temple.

She practiced the Jade Bangle cultivation method, achieving Foundation Establishment in three years and Core Formation in ten. In less than a century, she joined the ranks of Grand Cultivators; no contemporary cultivator could rival her. Yinping was elegant and ethereal, like a pine tree in a secluded valley or an orchid blooming in a serene gully. At the time, she and Grandmaster Mulan Le were known as the "Twin Beauties of the Grassland." Yinping once told people, "Grandmaster Le is astonishingly talented and aided by a sacred beast; I am truly inferior." In reality, she disdained being associated with her. When the Saintess annihilated Grandmaster Le on the grassland in an instant, people finally understood.

Having entered the Holy Temple at a young age, Yinping rarely ventured into the martial world and was unaware of human malice. Following her master's command, she participated in the encirclement and killing of Old Devil Han from Tiannan, seeking his secret method for sacred insects. Old Devil Han was known as the "Exterminator Saint Hand"; few who crossed paths with him met a good end. Yinping was no exception; upon their first encounter, she lost her precious cauldron and sacred beast.

Helplessly, she pursued him to Dajin with Grandmaster Xu. During the shocking events at Kunwu, Old Devil Han's "extermination aura" became even more apparent, and countless cultivators perished. Grandmaster Xu was among them, and Yinping barely escaped with her life.

Upon her return, she secretly conversed with her master for an entire day. The Holy Temple then declared that the cultivation world of Tutu would enter seclusion for three centuries. When Old Devil Han rampaged through the human realm and secretly ascended to the higher realms, the grassland was spared, all thanks to the Saintess. Upon emerging from seclusion, Yinping's cultivation subtly showed signs of breaking through to the Deity Transformation stage, and she began to wander the world.

Five hundred years later, the Mulan people obtained assistance from a sacred bird descending to the lower realm. The Tianlan Grassland rose, and the five Grandmasters of Mulan gathered at the Holy Temple, putting the Holy Temple's grand formation in grave danger. At that moment, the Saintess returned with her sacred beast, annihilating the five Grandmasters in an instant. The Mulan sacred bird was severely wounded and fled. Tutu then dominated Tianlan, almost rivaling Dajin. All this was due to the Saintess's efforts alone.

Not long after, the Saintess and her sacred beast wandered off, their whereabouts unknown, suspected to have ascended to the higher realms.

— *A History of Tianlan Cultivation: The Biography of the Saintess*

On the Demonic Abyss Sea, an unnamed island.

The small island was surrounded by mountains on all sides. The valley floor constantly emitted wisps of purple mist, with a hint of blood within, enveloping the entire island. Occasionally, golden lightning would flash across the sky, striking various demonic beasts near the island, creating a peculiar landscape with the dark mist surrounding the Demonic Abyss Sea.

The towering peaks on all sides were covered with unknown towering trees. Pale red streams flowed ceaselessly through the forest into the base of the mountains, where a massive red lake lay in the valley. The lake was covered with purple lotus leaves, almost completely covering the surface. These lotus leaves emitted wisps of purple mist that shot straight into the sky, and the purple mist surrounding the entire island was, in fact, the aura emanating from these lotus leaves. Strangely, only two golden lotus flowers bloomed in the center of the entire lake, radiating a gentle purple glow.

In the center of the lake was a pavilion. On a folding chair, a purple-robed young boy held an emerald-green fishing rod, its transparent line extending several zhang into the center of the lake. The strangest thing was that although the boy was clearly young, he sat as if in deep meditation like an old monk, seemingly able to fish until the end of time. Beside him was an exquisite woman, her light green long dress swaying in the wind, her dark hair draped over her shoulders. A light yellow ribbon was casually tied at the back of her head, revealing a translucent, jade-like neck. She was stroking a purple jade flute, gazing at the two small horns hidden within the boy's hair bun, and speaking to him.

"Brother Niu, is this Purple Nether Lotus really more effective than Bloodfang Rice?"

The young boy said calmly, "Fairy Lin, I must reiterate! The matter of addressing me as 'Brother' can be discussed when the Master returns. Although you are highly intelligent and have recently broken through to the Demon Venerable realm with the aid of Bloodfang Rice, I am only responsible for guarding this place and cannot make decisions on behalf of the Master."

The woman smiled radiantly, "Your great kindness, Senior Brother, Yinping has no way to repay. Even if I cannot become a disciple of the Saint Ancestor, you will still be Yinping's Senior Brother for life."

"Hmph, back then, I severed a clone to descend to the lower realm merely to create more options. Who knew that brat wouldn't conceal his abilities, causing so many troubles? I wonder how long he'll survive in the lower realm. It seems my thousand years of effort will be ruined again," the young boy sighed, shaking his head.

Lin Yinping said awkwardly, "Senior Brother Tianlan helped Yinping ascend to the higher realm; Yinping dares not forget it."

The young boy turned and glanced at Lin Yinping, saying, "Helping you ascend is fine; after all, your aptitude and cultivation method are quite beneficial to me. However, back then, he dared to injure the Rakshasa Saint Ancestor's spiritual beast. Causing me a little trouble is one thing, but I fear he doesn't know how to restrain himself and will sooner or later perish in the lower realm. Even our true forms wouldn't dare claim invincibility in the lower realm, let alone with his current cultivation level... Sigh."

Lin Yinping knew that although this senior brother appeared angry, she had received much assistance from him since arriving in this realm. Disregarding the boy's cold attitude, she still asked, "Does this Purple Nether Lotus truly possess the effects described in ancient texts?"

"The Purple Nether Lotus blooms once every three thousand years, and it can only be harvested three thousand years after blooming. This lotus is about to mature, but we must guard against disturbance from sea beasts and, more importantly, against other cultivators attempting to seize it. Rest assured, the Purple Nether Lotus's effects surpass what is recorded in ancient texts. When your cultivation advances another level, you can also protect me a little. Back then, the Master... Hmm? Someone is intruding upon the Demonic Abyss Sea!" The young boy, who had been lounging lazily, suddenly leaped from the folding chair mid-sentence. Simultaneously, with a flick of his right hand, the emerald-green fishing rod transformed into an afterimage and vanished into his body.

"The Mirage Howl Desert. I'd like to see who dares to be so audacious." The young boy let out a cold snort, forming a hand seal. A faint golden substance slowly sprayed from his right index finger. In an instant, his right hand felt as heavy as a thousand jun, and drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. He slowly drew in the void, and as his finger moved, a golden square frame, about a foot in size, flickered in the air. The boy chanted an incantation, his hands fluttering, then pointed his index finger towards the void and commanded, "Appear!"

A strange scene appeared.

A flash of white light appeared in the center of the golden square frame, revealing a clear image as if right before their eyes: eight lizard-like demonic beasts slowly traversed the dark desert. Each lizard carried a cultivator seated cross-legged. The dark, raging sand in the desert had no effect on them. The cultivator meditating on the central demonic lizard wore a green robe and was manipulating a compass-like artifact. It was precisely Han Li and his party, who had been traversing the Mirage Howl Desert for over ten years.

"Huh, how is that possible?" Lin Yinping exclaimed softly.

"What, is there an old acquaintance of Fairy Lin among them?" the young boy asked in surprise.

"Not exactly an old acquaintance, but we did have some interactions in the human realm back then. How could he have come to the Saint Realm? His cultivation method should have led him to ascend to the Spirit Realm. Oh, and your clone, Senior Brother, spent over a hundred years with him in the human realm." Lin Yinping pointed towards the void.

"So it's that junior named Han. I heard Fairy Lin suffered quite a loss at his hands back then, hehe." The young boy actually looked at Lin Yinping with a teasing expression.

Lin Yinping ignored the boy's teasing, "Senior Brother, you must not be careless. This person is truly a once-in-ten-thousand-years cultivation prodigy. Back then..." Lin Yinping stared at the moving image in the air, her mind seemingly transported back to the human realm of the past.

"Senior Brother, Yinping began cultivating at the age of ten, achieved Foundation Establishment in ten years, and Nascent Soul in a hundred. I never truly put other cultivators in my eyes. Back then, people on the grassland called us 'Twin Beauties,' and for a time, I didn't know the immensity of the heavens. It wasn't until I met this person that I realized how much greater his schemes and talents were. He was a hundred times stronger than Yinping. At that time, his cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul stage, yet he resisted the encirclement of Grand Cultivators and even displayed great divine power on Mount Kunwu. Yinping truly could not compare. After the great change at Kunwu, to avoid bringing trouble to the entire Tutu, I went into seclusion for over three hundred years. It was only when rumors of his ascent to the higher realms spread that Yinping began wandering the world, seeking opportunities for enlightenment. On the Tian Sha Continent, I encountered your clone, Senior Brother. The Tianlan Sacred Beast greatly assisted Yinping, and even at the cost of its cultivation, it communicated across realms with you, Senior Brother, allowing Yinping to reach this realm. At that time, this person's cultivation was merely at the Deity Transformation stage, yet he could resist spatial forces. Senior Brother, you must not underestimate him."

The young boy stared at the image and whispered, "I never underestimate opponents. Not only can these people cross the Mirage Howl Desert, but each possesses an eight-legged lizard, and their cultivation levels are all at the late Demon Venerable stage. However, Fairy Lin, you needn't worry. The Purple Nether Grand Formation set up by the Master is not just for show. I will immediately notify Junior Nephew Bai to activate the grand formation. I'd like to see who is so audacious."

The young boy turned, about to leave, when he suddenly stared at the screen and said, "No, these people are definitely not cultivators from the Saint Realm. Which Saint Realm cultivator wouldn't be wary of the Great Sage Pingtian? Even when the Master transcended realms back then, Saint Ancestor Yuancha knew I resided here and didn't come to seek revenge. Could these people be Fusion Cultivators who intruded from the Spirit Realm?"

The young boy gazed intently at the image in the air. As the eight-legged lizards moved, a corner of the screen suddenly showed a black crocodile peeking around. Standing on the crocodile's back was a red-clad woman, her face veiled with light white gauze. Her slender, fair feet lightly touched the crocodile's head, exuding an indescribable charm. Her hands formed incantation seals, and red petals flickered into and out of existence between her fingers, as if she were calculating something.

"Lord Baohuang, the Master has returned!" The young boy was greatly startled, his voice trembling slightly.

Mirage Howl Desert.

Boundless dark sand and dust covered the sky.

The black crocodile slowly moved forward, stepping over dune after dune.

"This damned Mirage Howl Desert! These people are truly reckless, daring to go to Purple Nether Island. The Master can just go see that savage bull. If that savage bull hadn't severed his clone and gone into seclusion back then, the Master wouldn't have been so severely injured when breaking through the realm with his horns. It's quite strange that Saint Ancestor Yuancha didn't destroy this place," the black demonic crocodile muttered as it crawled.

"These people are likely headed for the Purple Nether Lotus and Bloodfang Rice. However, there's clearly a spirit among them that is a hundred times stronger than the Purple Nether Lotus; how strange. But my opportunity is also here. As for what happened back then, it cannot be blamed on Venerable Niu. He had just severed his clone and was in a weakened state, and Yuancha and the others were pursuing us fiercely. It was out of necessity that I took you few and broke through the realm. As for Yuancha not destroying this garden of mine, it must be out of deference to the Great Sage Pingtian's reputation. After all, Venerable Niu is a descendant of the Great Sage Pingtian. Back then, the battle between the Great Sage Pingtian and the Great Sage Qitian almost caused the Immortal Realm to collapse. Although the Great Sage Pingtian has been in the Immortal Realm for many years, his lingering might still remains."

"That savage bull has such noble origins," the demonic crocodile said, sticking out its tongue.

"They're almost out of the Mirage Howl Desert. Let's go," the red-clad woman said calmly, stopping her hand seals.