Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 565 - 559: Seed Two

Chapter 565: Chapter 559: Seed Two

Xia laughed lowly.

"Very simple."

With a wave of his hand, a stream of blood rapidly formed a human face beside the two of them.

The face quickly changed from the red of fresh blood to the skin and features of a living person, looking incredibly lifelike, as though a real person stood right next to them.

"He is key to the key of destruction; if you want to break free, if you want to save, then go to his side... "

Lin Xin glanced at the figure, and a flicker of recognition flashed in his eyes.

This guy was one of the three from Shen Luo Mansion who had recently visited the Lin Family.

The disciple of that old Daoist Master of the Qing District, the feigned naivety of the young man had annoyed him.

"What will I get?"

Lin Xin had always been a ’no rabbit, no eagle’ kind of person; to employ him without offering satisfactory compensation was out of the question.

"I can give you this..."

Xia gently pressed against Lin Xin’s chest.

Boom!!

An innumerable amount of knowledge, information, and memories surged into Lin Xin’s mind like a torrent.

In an instant, his consciousness was nearly submerged. Countless peculiar and bizarre images flashed through his mind incessantly.

He began to faintly understand that his direct rebirth to this place wasn’t merely a coincidence or chance.

The bulk of this massive information was actually a technique.

A technique on how to extract soul power from negative emotions.

Back in the Underworld, due to the power of the Underworld, he had discovered that the stronger the negative emotions of a life form, the more essence of soul power he obtained after killing it.

And now, the technique he received was the deciphering of that phenomenon and how to replicate that extraction using runes and talismans, even without the power of the Underworld.

Crack...

Suddenly, Lin Xin saw the view in front of him fissure, then everything shattered like glass, turning into countless fragments.

His consciousness also trembled violently, and everything went dark.

"Xiaoyue? Xiaoyue?"

The familiar call of a woman came from nearby.

Lin Xin opened his eyes to see Yuan Wanqing standing by with worry, incessantly shaking his shoulder.

"Do you feel unwell anywhere?" Yuan Wanqing reached out to touch his forehead.

"Not at all, Mother." Lin Xin stood up, only then realizing that he had actually fallen asleep in the study on the second floor. Next to him was the booklet he had been reading earlier.

"That’s good to hear." Yuan Wanqing smiled, "You are still young, don’t rush. Cultivation should be steady and persistent, it doesn’t happen overnight."

"I understand, Mother." Lin Xin bowed his head and smiled.

After chatting with Yuan Wanqing for a while, just to go through the motions, Lin Xin then returned to his own courtyard with a heavy heart.

He was very clear that it wasn’t a dream.

The knowledge that Xia had stuffed into him remained in his mind, unsorted in large quantities.

But among them, that most important technique was conspicuously floating before his eyes, ready to be tried at any moment.

Back in his room, Lin Xin sat down cross-legged on a cushion that had a very good calming effect on the mind.

Soon, he managed to extricate himself from the complex information and sorted everything out.

"He gave me two things," he thought to himself in the darkness.

"One is the method of extracting power from negative emotions."

"The other is a massive amount of knowledge related to spatial dimensions and some miscellaneous items. These things seem very targeted with a strong intent to guide."

He pondered with his head down.

"If Xia is indeed the Evil God suppressed by the Ling Family in Qiushi, then what was that butterfly I saw last time?"

Lin Xin instinctively felt that the two were not the same existence.

Xia’s existence seemed far superior to the butterfly Evil God.

"My escape was clearly the doing of Senior Red Leaf, so why does Xia know about it? If the Underworld is merely a vortex, then who is hiding behind it?"

One question after another emerged from his mind.

He distinctly felt that there seemed to be two vast and powerful existences behind this, playing a game against each other, and he was merely a pawn in their game; even now, having reached the level of a Polar Region Demon Lord, he was still very far from their reach.

Pressing everything to the bottom of his heart for the moment, Lin Xin began to slowly adjust his mindset and calm his emotions.

Whether these pieces of knowledge could be used or not, he had to wait until he tried them the next day to know.

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"Drink!"

"Come! Cheers!"

With a bang, the cups were swept aside.

"Who needs cups, let’s drink from the jar!"

Lin Yaoyang kicked the table over and picked up a jar of wine to gulp down.

"Yes! Drink from the jar! Drink from the jar!!"

An old bald man with a white beard tried to follow suit, lifting a jar to his mouth, but as he was about to drink, he collapsed with a thud.

Ling Shaogong laughed foolishly, clapping his hands on the side.

"Drink... Drink..."

He too picked up a jar, and after only two sips, he toppled over, his face beet red and unable to get up again.

Lin Yaoyang’s face flushed red, but she steadied herself and looked over the two men. She tentatively called out a couple of times and, seeing that they were indeed passed out with no response, she finally walked out of the Cave Mansion and burst into the sky above Yuqiong Island.

She was carrying a complete set of Bishen Palace Jade Records.

This was the inheritance cultivation technique held by a top evil path power that once dominated a region.

After reluctantly joining Ling Shaogong and that old immortal from the upper waters for a drinking session, Lin Yaoyang got her hands on this thing.

They took turns trying to get her drunk, not knowing her tolerance was unmatched within the entire Lin Family, and she was a daily drunkard to begin with.

Before becoming the family head, she was somewhat restrained by her old man, but after taking the position, no one could control her, and she became even more wanton, with alcohol never leaving her side and drinking wildly every day. She was not somebody Ling Shaogong and his accomplice could match.

Just as she was complimenting herself, her body swayed, and she nearly broke the stream of evil power and fell from the cloud.

"Something’s wrong... I’m actually feeling a bit drunk with my tolerance, but on a normal day, this amount of alcohol would not affect me..."

Lin Yaoyang vaguely understood that there must have been something added to the wine.

Although Ling Shaogong didn’t dare to drug her too blatantly, it was still possible to increase the potency of the alcohol.

What they didn’t expect was that even after taking a hangover cure in advance, when they challenged Lin Yaoyang to a drinking contest, they still lost.

Both men were downed, while Lin Yaoyang was just a little drunk.

"If it weren’t for the Demon Slaying Assembly, I’d have killed that bastard from the Ling Family long ago!" she cursed while teetering on the cloud.

"But at least I got it."

Lin Yaoyang hooked the corner of her mouth and soared towards the family lands.

That said, the Demon Slaying Assembly wasn’t just the Lin Family sealing the Evil God.

The top ten prominent families had similar seals on Evil Gods, there were also those who inherited the power of their ancestors through their secret blood, or relied on some other type of demon slaying secret method.

Her current self, facing that old man from the Ling Family, might not necessarily have the upper hand. After all, there was too little time—give her a few more years to fully master the evil power, and she should be able to steadily surpass the competition, but not now.

She flew swiftly, and soon she directly entered the territory of the Lin Family.

Roar!!

A huge white centipede burst from the ground and then slammed back down hard.

Several descendants of the Lin Family were working together to wield their swords, constantly moving around, and attacking it from all sides now and then. The white centipede was in pain and rolled about trying to counterattack but was cleverly avoided by the group.

Just then, Lin Yaoyang flew overhead, and the smell of alcohol on her attracted the furious white centipede’s attention.

The twenty-meter-long gigantic centipede lunged viciously, snapping at Lin Yaoyang with its jaws.

Lin Yaoyang responded by drawing her sword in a backhand and stabbing it down.

It seemed to be an offhand stab, but before contact was made, the white centipede trembled and then it froze, before exploding into numerous pieces of flesh that rained down.

"Family Head!"

The few Lin Family disciples hurriedly saluted.

Lin Yaoyang nodded and hovered to a stop.

"How did a demon spirit of this level get here?"

"Reporting to the Family Head, for some reason, there has been a significant increase in demon spirits nearby recently, and the branches of the family have all sent many people to help suppress and eradicate them," one of the clan members replied softly.

"Is that so?"

Lin Yaoyang made a mental note and took off flying again.

A few breaths later, she arrived in front of the family’s barrier, swiftly formed a hand seal decree with her hand, and then flew straight into the barrier without any obstruction.

Without any pause, she landed directly in the courtyard where Lin Xin lived.

She knocked on the door rudely.

Thump thump thump!

"Is it the silly sister? Please come in," came Lin Xin’s voice from inside.

Silly sister?

Lin Yaoyang’s face stiffened, and she kicked the door open and stormed in.

She threw the Bishen Palace Jade Records in Lin Xin’s direction.

"This is the cultivation technique I found for you, a wicked cultivation decision that can convert the Rushing Thunder Sword and evil qi. You can start your cultivation practice with it."

Lin Xin was originally meditating, but when he saw a set of jade-made book-like object flying towards him, he quickly caught it, neatly without any damage, in his hands.

The five characters of ’Bishen Palace Jade Records’ were clearly visible on it.

He casually flipped through it, but soon his expression turned serious. The cultivation technique before him reached not only the Human Immortal Realm but also recorded the Earth Immortal Level.

This was practically a supreme Tong Tian Jade Record, with which any sufficiently strong loose cultivator could go out and establish their own sect and set up a mountain gate.

"Where did you get this from?" He frowned and looked up at Lin Yaoyang.

"Why are you asking so many questions!?" Lin Yaoyang said impatiently, reeking of alcohol as she turned to leave.

Lin Xin squinted his eyes, watching her somewhat staggering figure, not knowing what to say.

A cultivation technique of this level, even for the current Lin Yaoyang, was not something she could easily lay her hands on.

There must have been a certain price to pay.

"The smell of alcohol on you is different from usual."

He suddenly stood up, and with a few flashes, he blocked Lin Yaoyang’s path.

"There’s also the scent of other people on you."

Lin Xin grabbed Lin Yaoyang’s arm.

"Speak up, where have you been fooling around?"

"What do you mean, fooling around? Sis only drank that much for your sake... hic...to accompany the guests..." Lin Yaoyang was clearly feeling the aftereffects of the alcohol now, her consciousness starting to blur.

"Alright, alright, just focus on your cultivation practice, Sis will support you even if the sky falls!"

Pushing Lin Xin away, she staggered off.

"Sis still has...still has to deal with public duties... and maybe...drink a little more..."

Lin Xin shook his head silently.

"Still drinking when you’re this drunk."

He quickly dashed over and stabilized Lin Yaoyang.

"I’ll take you to sober up."

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