Taixu

The characters on the two Bone Shards stirred Chen Lin's curiosity.

If the Bone Shards were the remains of a True Spirit or an Immortal, the characters on them might well contain some inherited Divine Ability.

He gave the remaining items a quick sorting, put away the Bone Shards, and left the Cultivation Chamber.

Mu Xingchen had not returned, so Chen Lin called Yang Zishi over.

"How is your cultivation going?"

He sensed the fluctuations of Mana around her and asked.

Yang Zishi hurriedly replied, "Master, I've made a little progress, but I'm still far from reaching the peak."

Chen Lin nodded. That matched what he had sensed.

But that meant she could not reach the Nascent Soul stage before Tianxuan Day without some extraordinary opportunity. Advancing from Golden Core to Nascent Soul required more than reaching the peak of one's Cultivation; one also had to find the right opportunity for a breakthrough. That often took a long time, and the present circumstances were no time to travel in search of one.

Then Chen Lin looked at her face and suddenly said, "I'd like to take you as my formal disciple. Would you agree?"

As her Cultivation grew, it seemed less and less appropriate for them to address each other as master and servant. He had never truly regarded her as a servant anyway. It would be better to change their relationship.

Yang Zishi's face went pale. Her lips moved twice, but she lowered her head and gave no answer.

Chen Lin sighed inwardly. "All right. Go back to your cultivation."

He knew how Yang Zishi felt. But he had spent so many years running himself ragged for his wife and daughter that he did not want another woman in his life. Above all, he was not the sort to