The Holy Son: That is the General Principles of Daoist Arts Under Heaven!

Chapter 21: Holy Son: That's the General Principles of Daoist Arts Under Heaven!

"Holy Son."

The two immediately bowed.

"To the Scripture Pavilion." The Holy Son's momentum was like a dragon, his fortune astonishing, and his entire body was wreathed in purple qi, extremely extraordinary.

When he spoke, it was as if myriad Daoist arts resonated in harmony, like a child of the Great Dao itself—utterly awe-inspiring.

The two reverently prepared a Flying Boat at once, heading for the Scripture Pavilion.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan had finally found the manual he was looking for.

General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven

"Finally found one. Looks like this might be the only copy in the entire Scripture Pavilion, right? As expected of a Sacred Land's Scripture Pavilion—it completely looks down on Martial Arts. It only houses a single copy of the General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven..."

Lin Fan felt considerably relieved. Even though he'd caused such a commotion, at least he'd found what he wanted, hadn't he?

"But why does this name feel so familiar?"

"Could it be the Nine Yin Manual?!"

He muttered to himself inwardly, but didn't hesitate. Holding the manual, he turned to leave.

Ordinary disciples naturally couldn't take manuals out, and important ones could only be read inside the Scripture Pavilion. But Lin Fan figured that, as the Saintess, and since this was just the first floor with its neglected martial arts manuals, taking it with him shouldn't be a problem, right?

Everywhere he passed, disciples stepped aside, their gazes burning with fervor—not at Lin Fan, but at the object in his hands.

Leaving the Scripture Pavilion was unimpeded.

Just as Lin Fan had imagined, there was no obstruction. He easily brought the General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven out, and Chen Cheng and the other girl immediately came forward to meet him.

"Let's go back."

Lin Fan said calmly...

"Yes, Saintess."

The plain, unadorned Flying Boat appeared once more, carrying the three of them toward Bright Moon Peak.

Along the way, Lin Fan suddenly felt a blinding glare. He shifted his gaze and couldn't help but twitch his mouth...

"Who the hell is this? Such a show-off..."

That Flying Boat was as massive as a tower ship, adorned with pearls and treasures, surrounded by Dao principles. Not only that, but the figure at the prow seemed to be immersed in purple mist, Dao Patterns swirling around him, as if wherever he stood was the focal point of all living eyes...

Still, Lin Fan had to admit that the other's presentation was slightly more impressive than his own 'true form.'

Not in terms of looks, of course, but in aura.

At that moment, the other seemed to sense Lin Fan's gaze and looked over languidly.

"You... lost."

He spoke, his voice like a great bell or a massive drum, shaking one's spirit. It was like a Devil Sound Infusion, constantly assaulting Lin Fan's mind...

Boom!

Suddenly, Qi Zixiao's body retaliated on its own—Purple Qi Comes From The East for three hundred miles, blocking everything.

Lin Fan was stunned inwardly, then coldly stared back at the other.

By now, no words were needed to know that this was the Holy Son—the one Qi Zixiao wanted to defeat a year from now...

He still didn't know how to cultivate, and his understanding of the mind and heart was limited, but having read plenty of novels did have its benefits.

"Nothing special."

Under the worried gazes of Chen Cheng and the other girl, and the Holy Son's slightly contemptuous expression, 'Qi Zixiao' spoke calmly.

"Are you afraid? With mere words, you think you can disturb my Dao Heart?"

"Child's play."

At that moment, the two Flying Boats, starkly contrasting in appearance, passed each other.

The Holy Son's expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

In that instant, he actually felt a flicker of doubt.

Could it be that he really was afraid? Otherwise, why would he try to plant a seed of inferiority in her heart?

No, that's impossible!

He suddenly raised his head, purple qi surging.

"I was merely... trying to eliminate you as an opponent ahead of time."

But even he didn't notice...

His own state of mind had been seeded by Lin Fan.

If you weren't afraid of me, why would you be in such a hurry to resort to these petty tricks?

You've already broken through. If you truly have confidence in yourself and believe you're invincible all the way, you could simply ignore anyone.

But you chose to do this instead. If that's not fear of me catching up from behind, what is it?

Lin Fan only said a few short sentences, and even he himself thought it unlikely to succeed. He just figured that as a Saintess, she couldn't let herself be suppressed without even a peep, could she?

Otherwise, if Qi Zixiao found out about this, who knows how she'd torment his body.

Of course, faced with this situation, he couldn't stand it either!

So he spoke.

Yet unexpectedly, it seemed to yield some surprising results.

"The Holy Son Your Highness has arrived!"

On the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, after the Saintess's departure, the many disciples had already grown rowdy. But now, with the Holy Son's arrival, they quieted down again.

Just as when Lin Fan was there, wherever the Holy Son passed, all the disciples made way for him.

At this moment, an Inner Sect Disciple who wanted to curry favor with the Holy Son approached...

"Holy Son Your Highness, just now, the Saintess took a secret manual."

"Oh?"

The Holy Son spoke indifferently: "What was its name?"

"The General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven." The disciple said, puzzled: "No one has read it, but judging by the name, it should be a 'martial art' for mortals?"

Who would have thought...

The Holy Son's originally calm expression changed instantly.

"Foolish!"

He scolded.

"Who is Qi Zixiao? She built her foundation at eight, formed her golden core at ten, and now at just twenty, she's already at Spirit Severance Peak."

"She... would choose so-called mortal martial arts?!"

"But..."

The Inner Sect Disciple felt a bit wronged but dared not argue, only saying: "But many of us saw it..."

The Holy Son swept his gaze around and saw quite a few people nodding, but he only said coldly: "That was just for you all to see."

"Then... Your Highness, what did the Saintess choose?"

"Since there's a dusty divine art here, who can rule out that the name of that so-called divine art might be misleading?"

"If this Holy Son hasn't guessed wrong, the secret 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!"

Gasp...

"The General Principles of Daoist Arts Under Heaven?"

"What's that? Never heard of it?"

"Nonsense, as the name implies, it's naturally a divine book recording countless Daoist arts!"

"Heavens, could it be that the dusty divine art on this first floor is that one?"

"It must be, otherwise why would the Saintess go to such trouble, interrupting her seclusion to come here?"

A chorus of exclamations rose from the disciples.

And the Holy Son's expression grew considerably more serious.

He was guessing!

But no matter how he looked at it or thought about it, would the dignified Saintess, Qi Zixiao at Spirit Severance Peak, really come looking for a martial arts manual?

At their level, any casual spell they conjured could easily blast so-called innate masters to dust. Why would they need to practice martial arts?!

If that's the case, there's only one possibility: the name "General Principles of Martial Arts Under Heaven" was merely a disguise!

And if you replaced "martial arts" with "Daoist arts," everything made sense...

Thank you to "Black Sky White Dove," "A Dream into Chang'an," and "Moro Autumn" for the generous tips. Hope you have a great time tonight.