A Small Trade

"You..."

"This..."

"I..."

Shen Lin's performance had left Guan Xuzi completely at a loss for words.

Ever since that trip to Flowing Wave Island, Guan Xuzi had gained a firsthand understanding of Shen Lin's astonishing talent for getting into trouble.

After all, not everyone could go out for a stroll and casually butcher two Venerable Realm cultivators along the way.

With that kind of talent for courting disaster, if Shen Lin went out again, he might get himself killed somewhere for offending a Dao Integration Realm expert before he even cultivated the Tyrant Saber to perfection.

Yes, a Dao Integration Realm expert.

Guan Xuzi had no doubt whatsoever that Shen Lin could run into one of those powerhouses, of which the entire Chaos Sea held only a handful.

So Shen Lin might as well obediently stay inside the Two Forms Holy Land and focus on cultivating the Tyrant Saber.

That had been Guan Xuzi's thinking at first. Thus, he had taken precautions at every turn, preparing to trap Shen Lin inside the Holy Land for good.

However, after observing him for the past few days, Guan Xuzi discovered that Shen Lin was restless and went to the mission hall for a stroll almost every day.

The strict prohibition had not driven Shen Lin to work harder at cultivation. Instead, in Guan Xuzi's eyes...

This guy had simply started slacking off.

Every day, he just ate, drank, and wandered around.

Forget cultivating the Tyrant Saber—he had not even touched a saber.

Guan Xuzi was utterly numb.

He had boasted before the upper echelons of the Immortal Race, and had even paid a considerable price to compete with the other two Holy Lands before finally bringing Shen Lin back to the Two Forms Holy Land.

But now Shen Lin was slacking off.