Sign In! Word of Law

"Zhiyan, are you alright?"

"Are you certain you didn't suffer a cultivation deviation, and that you truly succeeded in condensing a Golden Core?"

"You gave us quite a scare just now. Quickly, steady your breath and center your mind to check yourself thoroughly. You must not leave behind any hidden dangers!"

A cacophony of voices reached her ears. Seeing his disciple surrounded by the crowd, he, as her master, found himself unable to even squeeze in.

The middle-aged man, sporting a three-stranded beard and dressed in Daoist robes, could only offer a wry, helpless smile.

His Daoist name was Ling Yun, and he was a disciple of Master Green Feather.

Years ago, he had accepted Su Zhiyan as his disciple under his master's orders. While he knew the girl possessed remarkable talent, he had never expected her to reach such heights.

Condensing a core in ten years!

And she had even attracted an Outer-Realm Heavenly Demon!

All these things served to demonstrate the girl's extraordinary nature.

She was already being regarded as the sect's seed for immortality.

Now that the uncles and grand-uncles had surrounded her, showering her with concern, he—her own master—couldn't even get close enough to offer a greeting.

Looking at those white-haired elders whose faces were nevertheless filled with caring smiles, what could Ling Yun do but offer a bitter smile?

"Thank you for your concern, Grand-Masters. Yan'er is fine!"

"Are you truly fine?"

The crowd clicked their tongues in wonder.

One had to understand, that was an Outer-Realm Heavenly Demon; even those at the Profound-Connection or Great Vehicle stages would change color at the mere mention of one.

Everyone knew that such an encounter usually resulted in a nine-in-ten chance of death.

Yet, this girl had actually survived it?

How did she manage it?

The crowd was deeply concerned and couldn't help but chatter all at once.

In this manner, it took a full two hours for Su Zhiyan to finally send the elders and sect heads away.

As for what she had actually experienced today, she kept her lips sealed, not saying a single word.

It wasn't that she was guarded or distrusted these grand-masters who cared for and cherished her.

It was simply that... everything, every single experience, was a little secret between her and that immortal expert. Without permission, how could she possibly leak it?

Su Zhiyan was not only a heaven-sent genius with superior spiritual roots, but she was also sharp as a tack, knowing exactly what should be said and what should not.

Even to her master and grand-masters, whom she loved most, she did not reveal a single word about today's events, instead making up an excuse to brush them off.

She had managed to fool them, at least for now.

Of course, it wasn't that these old monsters who had lived for thousands of years were stupid enough to be duped by a young girl.

It was simply that what had happened today was already beyond their imagination.

Since the other party wouldn't speak, they naturally couldn't have guessed the truth.

Although they could see that Su Zhiyan was hiding something, perhaps she had her own unspeakable reasons. Since the girl had just survived a crisis, naturally, no one was so tactless as to insist on getting to the bottom of it.

Why bother?

One had to remember, she was now the most important treasure in the immortal sect.

The future seed of immortality.

Everyone held her as if she were made of glass, fearing she might break; seeing that she was unwilling to speak, who would dare to force her?

Of course, everyone was truly curious in their hearts.

An Outer-Realm Heavenly Demon—an existence that made even Great Vehicle ancestors tremble—how had this girl come out of it unscathed?

After seeing everyone off, Su Zhiyan sat cross-legged and looked within.

Pure and thick spiritual power flowed through her meridians, without a single hidden flaw.

In her Dantian, purple light swirled.

Every time the purple core, the size of a dragon's eye, rotated, the phantom images of a phoenix and a vermilion bird would appear before her eyes.

Moreover, unlike when she had first condensed the core, the phantoms of the phoenix and vermilion bird were now clear and vivid, as if they truly possessed life.

The Purple Core was now flawless.

However, the greatest change had occurred in her sea of consciousness.

Quantity had led to a qualitative change. Although on the surface, it seemed as if only a point or two had been added to the girl's spiritual roots, it had actually forged a perfect spiritual root that should not have existed in this era.

The Heavenly Dao was flawed, yet the Sage had mended it.

Su Zhiyan could not comprehend such methods; she might not even be clear about what kind of change had occurred within her.

Yet, she felt vaguely that her future path of cultivation would be different from what it had been before.

"An immortal strokes my crown, bestowing longevity upon my bound hair."

The young girl had already ceased her meditation, murmuring to herself with a dazed look in her eyes.

If not for him, she would have long since been beyond redemption.

He had not only helped her twice but also bestowed upon her this peerless immortal destiny.

She only wondered if she would ever have the chance to see that immortal again.

Outside, a light drizzle had begun to fall at some unknown moment. Lost in her own thoughts, Su Zhiyan's expression gradually softened into a look of infatuation.

As the culprit behind all this, Lin Xiaoyao was currently acting as if nothing had happened, humming a tune while sweeping the Founder's Shrine.

This was a task he had grown accustomed to over the past ten years; he did not find it a hardship, but rather, he found joy in it.

As for the events of yesterday, he had long since cast them to the back of his mind.

A feat that seemed inconceivable to others was, to him, merely something done with a casual wave of his hand.

As for why he helped that girl?

Lin Xiaoyao wasn't entirely sure himself.

Perhaps he couldn't bear to see her die young.

Perhaps he simply disliked that an Outer-Realm Heavenly Demon had dared to come to his sect to stir up trouble.

Why look for so many reasons?

A man of honor acts according to his own heart.

Having lived a second life after transmigrating, he naturally wanted to live in peace and happiness.

Therefore, aside from staying low-key within the Feathering Sect and not exposing his identity, he could do whatever he pleased.

In a word: he was happy, and that was all that mattered!

"System, perform a sign-in for me!"

"Congratulations to the host for a successful sign-in. You have obtained 'Word of Law'."

Word of Law?

Lin Xiaoyao was taken aback.

He was quite pleased.

This was not unfamiliar to him. If he were a true sage, he would naturally have no need to be constrained by mere divine abilities or spells; with a single word, the laws would be driven by him, and the Great Dao would be at his disposal.

Naturally, his word would become law, and the heavens and myriad worlds would obey his command.

But that was not the case right now. Although he possessed the realm and status of a sage, he lacked the corresponding cultivation. Despite ten years of hard work, he had only restored his mana to the late stage of Profound Mastery.

However, the path of immortality is arduous and long; the distance to becoming a true sage was not something that could be bridged in a day, but rather remained far out of reach.

Therefore, for the Word of Law to decide the fall of stars or the destruction and rebirth of worlds with a single utterance was still nothing more than a distant, beautiful dream.

But this was different; he had actually obtained this supreme divine ability through a system sign-in... well, it could no longer be called a mere divine ability.

In short, Lin Xiaoyao was extremely excited.

Over these ten years of signing in, his heart had long since become as still as stagnant water. No matter what treasures he obtained, he could treat them with indifference, unmoved by glory or shame, and never concerned with gains or losses.

After all, the opportunity to sign in was not a one-time event; it refreshed every day after midnight.

Thus, if he gained something, it was his fortune; if he lost it, it was his fate. Even if he signed in for something useless today, he could simply regroup and try again tomorrow.

The same logic applied to obtaining useful treasures.

He would not be overly joyful.

He remained calm and unruffled!

Only this time.

His eyes were filled with wild joy, and his brows danced with anticipation.