Innate Physique, Taking Meng Tangtang as Disciple

Lin Cheng was shocked!

He had to realize that he had already stepped into the Xiantian realm; in the vast Jingyun Sect, aside from the Supreme Elders who remained in seclusion, who could possibly pose a threat to him?

Yet, at this moment, he felt a trace of danger from this seemingly cute, ordinary girl.

It was simply a fantasy.

This was fundamentally impossible!

And yet, it was happening right before his eyes.

Thinking this, Lin Cheng activated his Eye of Truth, circulated his true energy, and looked toward Meng Tangtang with purple light gleaming in his eyes.

Suddenly.

A peculiar image appeared in his vision, somewhat similar to thermal imaging.

However, unlike an ordinary person.

The energy radiating from Meng Tangtang's entire body was half extreme cold and half extreme heat.

Two forces, enough to make a Xiantian expert click their tongue in wonder, were hidden within a small body, clearly delineated and clashing against each other.

One could only imagine the immense pain the person involved had to endure.

Withdrawing his power, Lin Cheng felt a bit of admiration for this little one's perseverance and mindset; if it were him, he would have likely been tortured into a wretched state long ago.

At the same time, he roughly understood her purpose.

Because he held a shred of appreciation, Lin Cheng also wanted to help her as much as he could.

"Extreme cold and extreme heat, a dual heaven of ice and fire."

"It is somewhat similar to the legendary special constitution, the Xiantian divine body 'Ice-Fire Dual Essence Body,' which almost guarantees reaching the Xiantian realm or even higher. Because those who didn't reach the Xiantian realm have all died." Lin Cheng recalled.

Regarding this constitution.

It was strong, indeed.

But if not cultivated properly, the ice and fire would clash, causing the power to erupt instantly, and the person involved would surely die.

The most crucial part was guiding the ice and fire to harmonize.

Having each other within one another.

Generating and restraining each other, forming a self-contained cycle.

According to records, this constitution had appeared on the continent before, and even experts stronger than Xiantian had attempted to treat it, yet they were unable to suppress the ice-fire energy, leading that possessor of the Xiantian constitution to die with regret as their body exploded.

According to that expert's later account, to guide this energy, one either had to invite a Nascent Soul monster who possessed divine sense to intervene, or find the legendary technique of the "Great Emperor of Dual Essence."

Either one was harder than ascending to heaven.

The cost of inviting a Nascent Soul expert to act went without saying.

Searching for the technique was even more ethereal and elusive.

Thus, as time passed, this constitution gradually evolved into a "terminal illness," and countless monstrously talented individuals could only end their lives in unwilling resentment.

"However, this is not a difficult task for me. It just so happens that a few days ago, I signed in for a technique, the 'Ice-Fire Emperor Scripture' of the Great Emperor of Dual Essence. Even if it cannot compare to the Nine Transformations of the True Spirit, it is still an ancient and peerless divine art. It seems this little girl is not destined to die."

A heritage scroll radiating an aura of ice and fire suddenly appeared in Lin Cheng's hand, along with a bottle of Lesser Restoration Pills and a mid-grade spirit sword.

Pills of the Lesser Restoration level had long been useless to him.

Over the past two years, he had given away quite a few.

As for spirit weapons, he had plenty.

As for the technique scroll, it was indeed a treasure.

Lin Cheng did not want to give it away to just anyone.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Cheng's eyes lit up, and he had an idea.

Meng Tangtang wandered alone among the bookshelves, pulling out a book from time to time.

Time ticked by, and before she knew it, she had been there for nearly two hours.

Gradually, Meng Tangtang grew a bit desperate.

It must be that the Ancestor did not look favorably upon her.

She never thought the legend of the Scripture Pavilion was fake, because so many people had obtained opportunities there; it could not be false.

"It's time to leave."

Meng Tangtang looked at the sky outside with frustration, suppressing the grievance and unwillingness in her heart. She did not resent the Ancestor, nor did she have the qualifications to; she only hated herself for having such poor aptitude that she didn't even qualify for the Ancestor's notice.

Her heart felt desolate.

Just as she was about to lift her feet and walk out of the Scripture Pavilion.

Suddenly.

"Little one, are you willing to take This Seat as your master?"

An aged voice suddenly rang out beside her ears. Caught off guard by the unexpected turn of events, Meng Tangtang felt a jolt of shock, followed by a tremor running through her delicate frame.

Then came wild ecstasy!

It had to be the Grand Elder!

Such unfathomable, supernatural voice transmission—it must be him!

Had he finally decided to see her?

At that moment, Meng Tangtang felt as if the entire world had brightened.

It was hope!

The hope to live, to live a long and healthy life!

And what was more.

What had she just heard? The Grand Elder wanted to take her as his disciple!

Meng Tangtang felt as if her soul were floating away.

The whole experience felt just like a dream.

"I, what virtue or ability do I possess?" Meng Tangtang's eyes grew moist.

The grievances she had accumulated over the years erupted in that instant; tears rolled down her cheeks, and she dropped to her knees with a thud!

Without a moment's hesitation!

"Disciple Meng Tangtang pays respects to Master!"

Finally!

Could she finally escape the nightmarish clutches of her illness?

She believed that a figure as godlike as the Grand Elder would surely have a way!

In the eyes of ordinary people, an Xiantian expert was no different from a deity.

Meng Tangtang naturally thought the same; since such a person was willing to take her as a disciple, he must have a way to cure her chronic ailment.

Not far away.

Lin Cheng watched Meng Tangtang weeping bitterly and sighed softly. It seemed the girl had indeed suffered a great deal over the years. By simply lending a hand, he could help her escape her sea of suffering and save a life.

Moreover, he could incidentally take on a disciple with monstrous talent.

Why not?

The power of heaven and earth guided the scroll, the medicinal pill, and the long sword, causing them to land before Meng Tangtang.

The hoarse, aged voice spoke once more.

"Take them."

Meng Tangtang kowtowed in gratitude, then reached out with both hands to respectfully lift the scroll and the pill.

Her cautious demeanor, as if she feared that touching them might shatter the dream, made Lin Cheng feel an inexplicable pang in his heart. This child must have suffered untold hardships since she was small.

"Drop your blood to view the cultivation technique's information. Study it well and do not slacken."

Lin Cheng transmitted his voice through the air.

Meng Tangtang hurriedly replied respectfully, following his instructions by pricking her finger with a dagger she carried and letting a drop of blood fall.

The next second.

A vast and complex stream of information, accompanied by profound insights, surged into Meng Tangtang's mind. Thanks to the inheritance of the technique, she achieved mastery in an instant. The technique began to circulate on its own, and the ice and fire energies within her body surged with joy, converging of their own accord.

In the blink of an eye, her aura skyrocketed.

She broke through three realms in succession, becoming a Third-Grade practitioner.

Meng Tangtang's delicate body trembled. What a profound and miraculous technique!

Even with her limited experience, she understood the value of the technique; it was likely something of extreme importance even to the Grand Elder.

Yet, he had bestowed it upon her so easily!

This trust, this care!

Her heart ached instantly.

A warm current flowed through her.

"Thank you, Master, for your grace. Your great kindness is beyond repayment. I have nothing else to offer; in this life, I am a person of the Jingyun Sect, and in death, I shall be a ghost of the Jingyun Sect. I swear to strive for the rise of the sect!"

Feeling the surging internal energy within her, Meng Tangtang felt unworthy of such a gift. She immediately kowtowed three times toward the inner area of the Library Pavilion and made a solemn vow.

In her view, the expert in the Library Pavilion was undoubtedly the Grand Elder of the Jingyun Sect.

Expressing her loyalty in this manner was only right.

Little did she know, the one who had bestowed this opportunity upon her was merely a lowly janitor.

Lin Cheng couldn't help but laugh, caught between amusement and exasperation.

As for the state of the Jingyun Sect, he truly didn't care much. At the end of the day, he was merely a lowly sweeping servant of the Jingyun Sect. Even if the sect were to be destroyed, as long as it didn't interfere with his daily check-ins and cultivation, he couldn't be bothered to intervene. With the simple thought that a stronger Jingyun Sect meant fewer troubles for himself, he had tacitly accepted Meng Tangtang's actions.

"This disciple takes her leave."

After the wave of excitement passed, Meng Tangtang respectfully bid him farewell and departed.

The entire library was once again left with only Lin Cheng.