"Holy Son."
The two immediately saluted.
"Go to the Scripture Pavilion." The Holy Son's presence was like a dragon, his fortune astonishing. Purple qi swirled around his entire body, making him extraordinarily remarkable.
When he spoke, it was as though the myriad Daoist arts resonated with him, like he were the child of the Great Dao. It was utterly terrifying.
The two respectfully made every arrangement and immediately prepared the Flying Boat, heading for the Scripture Pavilion.
At the same time, Lin Fan finally found the manual he wanted.
"General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven."
"I finally found one. Judging by the looks of it, this might be the only one in the entire Scripture Pavilion, too, right? As expected of the Scripture Pavilion of a sacred land—they really look down on Martial Arts. They only recorded one manual, the General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven..."
Lin Fan felt much more at ease. Although he had caused such a huge commotion, at least he had found what he wanted, right?
"It's just the name... Why does it feel so familiar?"
"Could it be the Nine Yin Manual?!"
He was somewhat doubtful, but he did not hesitate. Holding the manual, he turned and left.
Ordinary people naturally could not take manuals outside, and some important manuals could only be read inside the Scripture Pavilion.
But Lin Fan felt that, as the Saintess, and since this was merely the first floor's neglected Martial Art manual, there shouldn't be anything wrong with taking it away, right?
Everywhere he went, all the disciples hurriedly stepped aside. Moreover, everyone's gaze burned intensely—not at Lin Fan, but at the object in his hands.
He left the Scripture Pavilion without the slightest obstruction.
Just as Lin Fan had imagined, nobody stopped him. He easily carried the "General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven" out, and Chen Cheng and the other woman immediately went to meet him.
"Let's go back."
Lin Fan spoke indifferently...
"Yes, Saintess."
The ancient, ordinary Flying Boat appeared once more, carrying the three of them toward Bright Moon Peak.
Along the way, Lin Fan suddenly felt a burst of dazzling light. His gaze shifted, and the corner of his mouth twitched...
"Who the hell is that? What a show-off..."
That Flying Boat was enormous, like a tower ship. Pearls and jade adorned it, while Dao laws coiled around it. Not only that, the person at its prow seemed to be standing amid purple clouds, Dao Patterns flowing around him. It was as though wherever he stood became the focal point of every living creature's gaze...
But even Lin Fan had to admit that, in terms of appearance, the other party was just a tiny bit more handsome than his "original self."
Of course, it was not his looks, but his bearing.
At the same time, the other party seemed to notice Lin Fan's gaze and looked over eerily.
"You... have lost."
He spoke like a great bell and a massive drum, shaking the mind. It was also like Devil Sound Infusion, constantly invading Lin Fan's spirit...
Boom!
Suddenly, Qi Zixiao's body counterattacked on its own. Purple qi came from the east, stretching three hundred li and shutting out everything.
Lin Fan was stunned inside and looked coldly at the other party.
At this point, there was no need for further explanation. This person was the Holy Son—the very person Qi Zixiao intended to defeat one year later...
He had not yet learned cultivation, and did not understand much about the state of mind. Still, having read plenty of novels had its advantages.
"Nothing special."
Under Chen Cheng and the other woman's worried gazes, and the Holy Son's slightly contemptuous expression, "Qi Zixiao" spoke indifferently.
"Are you afraid? You think a few words will throw my Dao Heart into chaos?"
"A trifling trick."
At that moment, the two Flying Boats, strikingly different from each other, crossed paths.
The Holy Son's expression changed almost imperceptibly.
At this instant, he actually hesitated.
Could it be that I'm truly a little afraid? Otherwise, why would I want to plant a seed of inferiority to me in her heart?
No, that's impossible!
He suddenly raised his head, purple qi surging.
"I merely... wanted to deal with you, this opponent of mine, in advance."
But even he himself failed to notice...
His state of mind had still been planted with a seed by Lin Fan.
If you aren't afraid of me, why are you in such a hurry to play these petty tricks?
You've already broken through. If you truly had confidence in yourself and believed you were invincible all the way, you could simply ignore everyone.
Yet you chose to do this. If you aren't afraid that I'll overtake you later, then what are you afraid of?!
Lin Fan had only said a sentence or two. He had not even thought it would work. He merely felt that, as the Saintess, he could not let someone suppress him without even putting up a little resistance, could he?
Otherwise, if Qi Zixiao found out about this, who knew how she would torment his body?
Of course, faced with something like this, he could not endure it either!
So he said it.
He had not expected it to produce such unexpected results.
"The Holy Son Your Highness has arrived!"
On the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, the many disciples had already begun to stir after the Saintess left. But now, with the Holy Son's arrival, the disciples grew quiet once more.
Just as when Lin Fan had been there, every disciple stepped aside wherever the Holy Son passed.
At this moment, an Inner Sect Disciple who wanted to get close to the Holy Son came over...
"Holy Son Your Highness, the Saintess took a manual just now."
"Oh?"
The Holy Son spoke indifferently. "What was its name?"
"The General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven." The disciple asked in confusion, "Nobody has read it, but judging by its name, it should be 'Martial Arts' cultivated by mortals?"
Who could have known...
The Holy Son's originally calm expression changed instantly.
"Foolish!"
He rebuked him.
"Who is Qi Zixiao? She established her Foundation at eight, formed her Golden Core at ten, and is not yet twenty, yet she has already reached Spirit Severance Peak."
"Would she... choose so-called mortal Martial Arts?!"
"But..."
The Inner Sect Disciple felt aggrieved, but did not dare argue. He could only say, "But many of us saw it..."
The Holy Son swept his gaze over them. Seeing many people nod, he merely said coldly, "She only took it for you to see."
"Then... Your Highness, what did the Saintess choose?"
"Since a divine art has been left to gather dust here, who can rule out the possibility that there is a problem with the name of this so-called divine art?"
"If my guess is correct, the manual Qi Zixiao chose is definitely not the General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven, but rather..."
"The General Principles of Daoist Arts Under Heaven!"
Hiss...
"The General Principles of Daoist Arts Under Heaven?"
"What is that? I've never heard of it."
"Nonsense. As the name implies, it is naturally a divine book recording the many Daoist arts under Heaven!"
"My heavens, could the divine art gathering dust on this first floor be that very book?"
"It should be. Otherwise, why would the Saintess make such a great disturbance and interrupt her seclusion to come here?"
The disciples cried out in shock one after another.
The Holy Son's expression also grew considerably more solemn.
He had only guessed!
But no matter how one looked at it or thought about it, how could the dignified Saintess, Qi Zixiao of Spirit Severance Peak, possibly come looking for a Martial Art manual?
At their level, any casual Daoist art they cast could easily blast a so-called Connate expert into pulp. Why would they still need to practice Martial Arts?!
Since that was the case, there was only one possibility: the name "General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven" was merely a disguise!
And if "Martial Arts" were replaced with "Daoist Arts," then everything made sense...
Thanks to "Black Sky White Pigeon," "A Dream Into Chang'an," and "moro Qiu" for your rewards. Thank you, you three big shots. I hope you have a fun date tonight.
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