Poor Young Master Ma was in a dreadful state of unease, utterly at a loss as to what he should do.
Maybe he should come back another day!
But today was the day to hand over the tribute. If he delayed and held things up, there was no guarantee the other party would not fly into a rage from humiliation. If disaster were brought down upon the family, then even a hundred deaths would not be enough to atone for it.
If he went, he was afraid. If he did not go, he was just as terrified. Ma Tianming was trapped between two horns of a dilemma.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth. If his head fell, it would leave no more than a bowl-sized scar—what was there to be afraid of?
Summoning his courage, he headed toward the valley ahead.
At the same time, inside the cultivation room of the cave residence.
Lin Xuan sat cross-legged, his expression detached and serene. Yet at the corners of his brows and eyes, a delighted smile could still be seen. He continued to hold his breath and still his mind.
Judging from this situation, in all likelihood, the Devil Infant had successfully undergone its tribulation.
That was indeed the case. If one used inner sight at this moment, one would discover that inside Lin Xuan's dantian, aside from the Golden Core the size of a dragon's eye, there was now a tiny infant as well.
The infant was wreathed in demonic energy from head to toe, not even an inch tall, and its features were exactly the same as Lin Xuan's.
With a thought from Lin Xuan, the Devil Infant appeared above his head.
By coincidence, Yue'er pushed the door open and came in. Seeing this tiny