This time, Ling Qingxue had truly let herself go.
Though she wasn’t as compliant as Liu Qingchan, she had set aside the pride deep in her heart.
She cooperated fully with Luo Yin.
The night was far from quiet.
Even Ling’er in the next room was woken by the noise.
It wasn’t until the wee hours that Ling’er finally managed to fall asleep.
Ling Qingxue hadn’t planned to stay the night at first, but when she tried to get up and leave, she discovered she could barely walk.
Only then did she remember that her body was now that of a mere mortal, utterly unable to endure such exertions…
The next morning at dawn.
After a night’s rest, Ling Qingxue’s injuries had eased somewhat. Seizing the moment while Luo Yin was still asleep, she prepared to slip away.
But just as she sat up, Luo Yin suddenly yanked her back into his embrace.
She let out a startled yelp, gazing at him in alarm.
“What are you doing?!”
Luo Yin grinned. “You!”
Ling Qingxue: ???
She struggled for a while, but in the end, she fell into his clutches once more.
The injuries that had only just begun to heal worsened again.
It wasn’t until noon that Luo Yin finally left the room. He found Ling’er and gave her his instructions.
“I’m going into seclusion for the next few days. You focus on your cultivation too—your talent is excellent. If you need anything, head to Mystic Mechanism Peak and ask Elder Mo for it.”
Ling’er instinctively glanced toward Luo Yin’s half-open bedroom door before withdrawing her gaze and nodding.
“Young Master, how long will your seclusion last this time?”
Luo Yin pondered for a moment. “Ten days to half a month. It won’t be long.”
“Oh.”
Ling’er murmured her acknowledgment. Luo Yin smiled and ruffled her hair.
“Alright, I’m off. Don’t let anyone disturb me over the next few days. Oh, and have Ling Qingxue watch this egg for you. If whatever’s inside hatches, take good care of it.”
Before departing, Luo Yin handed Kun Kun’s egg to Ling’er.
…
Luo Yin entered the seclusion chamber and activated the protective formation to ward off any interruptions.
The main goal of this seclusion was to condense his True Fate.
With ten drops of Immortal Spirit Holy Water, he had no idea how many strands of True Fate he could form.
Regardless of the number, managing to condense even one in the Divine Ability Realm would be a feat unprecedented in the world.
Luo Yin produced the Immortal Spirit Holy Water.
Ten crystalline drops, each brimming with vast starlit seas and towering skies, floated in a neat row before him.
Faint wisps of Great Dao power seeped out from them.
“What tremendous Great Dao power!”
Luo Yin exclaimed in astonishment.
He slowly drew one drop into his body.
Boom!
The instant the Immortal Spirit Holy Water entered him, Luo Yin felt his qi and blood roil violently while his meridians swelled to their limits!
The drop hovered above his boundless spiritual sea before merging into it.
To his shock, it whipped the sea into towering, raging waves!
Luo Yin hurriedly circulated the Daoyan Demonic Canon, suppressing the turbulent spiritual sea as he diligently refined the drop.
As the Immortal Spirit Holy Water integrated, the divine palace above the spiritual sea grew restless as well.
Thunderbolts surged around the divine palace, and gales howled fiercely.
Luo Yin smiled faintly. He paid no mind to the divine palace’s agitation—for he had already sensed a faint trace of True Fate aura stirring within its fate grid.
Weak as it was, fully refining this drop would give him a strong chance of success!
Vast spiritual power poured into the divine palace, gradually calming its frenzy.
Luo Yin sat cross-legged, steady as a boulder.
Time slipped by…
Meanwhile, in the Western Profound Realm.
At Heavenly Fragrance Tower.
Lin Fan had been in this world for several days now. Bound to the Storytelling System, he had at first stuck to the original host’s routine of performing storytelling.
He had no choice.
The tales from the storybooks in this world were dreadfully bland, failing to rouse much interest from the audience.
Yet he couldn’t instantly recite the dazzling stories from his previous life. So by day, he followed the schedule, while at night he organized those memories.
At first, he considered starting with the first novel he’d ever read—a tale from a world of martial souls.
But that world’s power levels were laughably weak compared to this one. No one would care.
In the end, he settled on a xianxia novel from his past life: one with a colossal worldview, thrilling battles, and impeccable plotting.
The story of a youth whose Supreme Bone was ripped out, only to rise as a supreme powerhouse!
He rechristened it Tales of the Great Wilderness.
In just two more days, he’d have the first section ready. It was bound to create a stir!
After all, even back then, reading it had set his blood ablaze.
…
A full day passed, and Luo Yin hadn’t stirred an inch.
The once-violent divine palace within him had settled completely.
The Immortal Spirit Holy Water fused into his spiritual sea was now steadily being absorbed.
Luo Yin slowly opened his eyes. His pupils had become profoundly deep, as if harboring endless heavens and birthing billions of stars.
Now, it was time to condense the True Fate!
Outside.
Ling Qingxue and Ling’er sat in the courtyard.
Ling Qingxue cradled the Kunpeng egg in her arms, her face twisted in displeasure.
“He had his way with me, didn’t say a word, and just left—dumping this chore on me! The nerve!”
Ling’er watched her with a faint smile.
“That just means Young Master trusts you! I can tell this egg is something precious. He wouldn’t hand it over so casually if he didn’t.”
Ling Qingxue pouted.
“He’s only that trusting because he has dirt on me right now. I don’t want him trusting me like that!”
Ling’er smiled, unsure of how to respond.
Just then, a voice rang out from above them.
“Is Senior Brother Luo in?”
The two looked up to see a disciple from Heavenly Secrets Peak standing there, flanked by two women. One of them was breathtakingly beautiful.
Even Ling Qingxue felt a twinge of inferiority.
Ling’er murmured in awe, “Qingxue Sister, that lady is gorgeous! Do you know her? Is she here for Young Master?”
“Luo Qianqiu, the top beauty of the Northern Spirit Realm. What brings her here?”
Ling Qingxue muttered before calling out to the trio in the air.
“Luo Yin is currently in seclusion. Does Miss Luo have some business?”
The Heavenly Secrets Peak disciple glanced at Luo Qianqiu and explained.
“These two are Senior Brother Luo’s maids. You can discuss it with them. I won’t intrude.”
He flashed what he believed was a dashing smile, hoping to impress the Northern Spirit Realm’s premier beauty.
Ling Qingxue clenched her teeth, seething inwardly.
“Who’s his maid?! Just you wait—tomorrow, when I revert to Venerable Lingxiao, I’ll stick you in confinement for three months!”
Luo Qianqiu inclined her head slightly and offered the disciple a courteous smile. “Thank you, fellow Daoist.”
The disciple’s heart soared with delight. Knowing he couldn’t linger, he sighed inwardly, bid them farewell, and departed.
Once he was gone, Luo Qianqiu and Qing’er descended to stand before Ling Qingxue and Ling’er. They sized up Luo Yin’s two “maids.”
They couldn’t help thinking that Luo Yin was truly blessed—even his servants were such stunners.
Ling Qingxue and Ling’er returned the scrutiny on Luo Qianqiu.
They inwardly marveled.
Worthy of being the Northern Spirit Realm’s foremost beauty. Her figure, features, poise, and demeanor all evoked an aura of near-perfection.
Ling Qingxue felt a flicker of puzzlement.
When had Luo Yin gotten involved with her?
