Great Sun Heavenly Merit Attains Perfection

The Yantian Sect Master's eyes held specks of cold starlight, his heart a churning blaze of fury.

He had hoped to seize this perfect opportunity to deal a heavy blow to the royal family's prestige before the eyes of all the world's cultivators. After all, the Yantian Sect's disciples were spread across the Ten Provinces; if one of them were murdered in the Imperial Capital and the court did nothing, it would surely sow discord among cultivators everywhere, turning them against the Imperial Court.

But Ling Cangqiong's deft move, using a subtle force to deflect a heavy blow, not only dismantled his scheme but also used the chance to reorganize the Heaven Suppressing Division, displaying the majesty of imperial authority for all to see.

"What a Ling Cangqiong..." The Yantian Sect Master seethed inwardly, yet on the surface, he had no choice but to force a faint smile and clasp his hands in salute. "Since His Majesty puts it that way, this old man will thank Your Majesty on behalf of his sect's disciples." He continued with a pointed tone, "Your Majesty is truly a Son of Heaven, ever mindful of the world's cultivators. Truly... perceptive down to the smallest detail."

This clash seemed to end with Ling Cangqiong gaining a slight upper hand, but those with keen eyes knew that the undercurrents between the sects and the royal family had only just begun...

Within the Scripture Repository, Chen Lin wore a faint, amused smile on his lips.

His Spiritual Sense had been spread like a Spider Web, silently covering the area outside the Imperial Palace, firmly locked onto the movements of that Iron Blood Squad.

Until finally, they vanished like shadows merging into the darkness, completely disappearing from sight.

"Brilliant." Chen Lin stroked his long beard and mused to himself: Ling Cangqiong's plan to kill three birds with one stone was truly exquisite.

By ordering the assassination of the Yantian Sect disciple, he ensured the Yantian Sect would surely rise in fury and demand justice, while simultaneously flaunting the supremacy of imperial power to intimidate the petty and wicked.

At the same time, he used the Iron Blood Squad to eliminate Shen Changqing, a key pillar of the Ninth Prince, and then smoothly reclaimed the authority of the Heaven Suppressing Division into the Emperor's own hands—a true three-birds-with-one-stone scheme.

By ordinary logic, that Iron Blood Squad, having gone forth, should have already slain their target, yet fallen into a hopeless situation themselves, leaving no witnesses to testify, right?

Thus, no matter how shrewd Shen Changqing was, he would find not a single trace.

The Heaven Suppressing Division returned to the Emperor, the position of Crown Prince left vacant and waiting, and as a bonus, the Yantian Sect received a sharp reminder.

The Yantian Sect Master had just triumphed over the Ming He Sect, opened wide his doors, and used a Heaven-tier cultivation technique to attract disciples; his reputation should have been at its zenith, enough to draw countless cultivators.

But Ling Cangqiong's move, seemingly formless, had precisely doused the Yantian Sect with cold water, invisibly cutting their momentum by more than half.

Thus, the Yantian Sect Master's earlier efforts, though not entirely wasted, were greatly diminished.

And those court officials who had always harbored wariness toward the Yantian Sect would now likely feel even greater disgust toward them.

From now on, if Ling Cangqiong truly moved against the Nine Nether Sect or other Forces, these ministers would surely support him with all their might, even volunteering themselves.

At this moment, the chess game Ling Cangqiong had laid out was gradually revealing its deeper intentions.

First, he showed disdain for Crown Prince Ling Tian, then showed favor to the other two princes, and through a series of measures, quietly eroded the foundations of their power.

This was like trimming the feudal lords, dismantling one by one the forces most likely to threaten imperial authority.

And the more critical step, Ling Cangqiong had long since planned—once all threats were eliminated, he would then, on the grounds that "the current situation is turbulent, with various forces entrenched, fearing that treacherous elements may rise, and a new ruler would struggle to command respect, unable to effectively suppress the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty," openly refuse to appoint a new Crown Prince.

This move was both the final barrier to consolidating his own power and a perfect excuse, reserved for the future, to continue ruling legitimately whenever he wished, or to clear all obstacles for a successor he truly favored.

Chen Lin shook his head gently, a trace of world-weary insight flickering in his eyes. He thought to himself: If one possessed absolute power, why would they need all these twisting, roundabout schemes?

But this precisely proved that even the royal family could not single-handedly crush the forces lurking in the shadows.

Before long, the commotion in Tianyan City gradually subsided.

A Yantian Sect elder finished the registration, led a group of newly initiated disciples, and, accompanied personally by the Sect Master, departed from Tianyan City.

Their figures vanished into the twilight beyond the city gates, leaving only empty streets behind.

Yet Chen Lin's keen Spiritual Sense caught a trace of unusual fluctuation.

He clearly sensed that, in the wooded hills not far outside the city, someone had made a move against that Yantian Sect elder and Sect Master!

The attackers were also Experts at the Dharma Aspect Realm!

After a brief skirmish, the Yantian Sect elder and Sect Master, covered in blood and severely wounded, fled back into the city in a sorry state, their auras withered—clearly ambushed.

Chen Lin understood in his heart: someone was trying to use this opportunity to force the Yantian Sect to bare its fangs first, stirring up an even greater storm.

He merely regarded this with indifference; it seemed to have little to do with him, Chen Lin.

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As his thoughts drifted, the sky had quietly darkened.

Outside the window, the clamor of the day faded away, night descended, and it was only a few minutes until the early hours of the next morning.

Chen Lin was waiting for the hour after midnight to cultivate the Great Sun Heavenly Merit.

Meanwhile, Little Anzi had returned after finishing his reading and was still diligently cultivating.

In a flash, a deep, resonant bell tolled from deep within the Imperial Palace, its powerful sound waves rippling outward like water, instantly spreading throughout all of Tianyan City.

This bell, symbolizing the majesty of imperial authority, caused countless cultivators in the city to involuntarily halt and stand in solemn silence.

A new day had arrived!

The moment the bell's echo faded, Chen Lin silently recited in his heart:

"Draw!"

[Randomly drawing...]

[Draw complete!]

[Today's Great Perfection Heaven-tier cultivation technique: Great Sun Heavenly Merit]

Chen Lin's entire body jolted.

In an instant, a torrent of cultivation insights flooded into his sea of consciousness like a bursting dam.

The profound artistic conception of Great Sun Incinerates Heaven, the true essence of Nine Suns Rotation, and the supremely yang and rigid cultivation methods—every single insight was branded deep into his Divine Soul like a searing mark.

Chen Lin's Spiritual Sense remained locked onto the Storage Ring on his left hand.

The moment the technique inheritance began, the spirit stones, pills, and other cultivation resources within the ring started dissolving at a visible rate, transforming into pure spiritual energy that he drew into his body.

The entire process flowed seamlessly, without leaking even a trace of aura.

"So this... is the might of a Heaven-tier technique..." Chen Lin thought in awe.

Compared to an Earth-tier technique, the profundity of the Great Sun Heavenly Merit was as vast as the gap between heaven and earth.

Those cultivation methods, as boundless as a sea of stars, each one pointed directly to the origin of the Dao.

The Primordial Pill, which had lain dormant in his Dantian, suddenly trembled violently, its surface sprouting dense, fine cracks.

As the technique circulated, vast Sun Essence Fire gathered from the void, enveloping the entire Primordial Pill.

"Crack—"

The outer shell of the Primordial Pill peeled away, and a brand-new golden core slowly took shape—entirely gold-red, with nine sun patterns flowing across its surface.

This was the 'Nine Yang Golden Core,' unique to the Great Sun Heavenly Merit, over ten times more formidable than an ordinary cultivator's Primordial Pill!

It would only manifest after cultivating the Great Sun Heavenly Merit to the ninth layer and reaching Great Perfection.

The moment the golden core formed, blazing golden light burst from every pore on Chen Lin's body. He immediately formed hand seals to suppress his aura, forcibly restraining it.

As the technique delved deeper, Chen Lin's Spiritual Sense sank into his Dantian, where he saw nine clusters of dazzling golden flames hovering around the golden core—True Sun Fire.

Capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, refining all things.

Chen Lin's physical body was also undergoing a startling transformation.

His bones took on a pale gold hue, their hardness rivaling a Heavenly Artifact, enough to contend with a Dharma Aspect!

His blood flowed with fine golden threads, each drop weighing a thousand jun;

When his eyes opened and closed, miniature suns seemed to rise and fall deep within his pupils—an ordinary cultivator meeting his gaze would likely have their Divine Soul scorched!