Immortal Destiny! The Butterfly Effect

"It really is a trace of an immortal!"

"Could an immortal have come to our sect?"

Someone made this judgment, and then became both pleasantly surprised and terrified.

After all, although the Feathering Sect had known prosperity in the past, it had been a long time since an immortal had graced them with their presence.

If a true immortal had indeed descended to the mortal realm, would this be a blessing or a curse?

Although the other party did not appear to have any malicious intent for the time being, human hearts were unpredictable, and the thoughts of an immortal were even harder to fathom.

The elders spoke all at once, their voices overlapping.

Finally, everyone's gaze turned toward the Sect Master; he was the backbone of the entire sect.

Master Green Feather, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.

"Regardless of whether it is a true immortal or not, do not lose your composure. Keep this matter secret and do not let it spread."

"The sect will continue as usual, but remain vigilant. I will go to retrieve our hidden foundation..."

The Feathering Sect had been passed down since ancient times and was said to be of the Three Pure Ones lineage. Although no one had achieved immortality for many years, the patriarchs of past generations had left behind some hidden foundations.

Today's events were of great significance. As the saying went, the heart of heaven was unpredictable. Even if there was no sign of malice, they still had to be prepared.

"Understood!"

The elders acknowledged the order and left one after another.

Once everyone had gone, only Master Green Feather remained by the side of the woods. He looked at the pear blossoms in full bloom before him, but his mind was occupied with something else.

Four years ago, that miraculous encounter at the Founder's Shrine.

It had been just as incredible as this.

Unfortunately, after that patriarch bestowed the spirit pill upon him, he had never contacted or appeared to him again in all these years.

Looking at the blooming pear blossoms before him, could this also be his doing?

Master Green Feather harbored such a suspicion in his heart.

However, he said nothing to his fellow disciples.

Because the patriarch did not wish to appear before others, he, as a junior, certainly dared not act on his own authority and reveal his existence to the rest of the sect.

Perhaps it really was the patriarch taking pity on those two children and lending them a hand. That is not impossible.

Master Green Feather muttered to himself.

Although this was only a guess, for some reason, he felt that this conjecture was likely very close to the truth.

But to possess such means, could that mysterious patriarch truly be a legendary immortal?

Master Green Feather could not help but feel an even greater sense of reverence for him.

He only secretly regretted that he could not see the old master one more time.

Keeping this secret buried in his heart, Master Green Feather did not reveal a single word to anyone.

And this once-ordinary grove of trees immediately received the highest level of attention from the sect's leaders.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

The Feathering Sect remained as it had always been, with nothing particularly noteworthy occurring.

The elders and heads of the various peaks finally began to set their minds at ease.

Consequently, someone suggested that it was a pity to leave the pear grove empty.

Perhaps it was the marvelous nature of the immortal's methods; although they were ordinary pear trees, now that they had blossomed, the refreshing fragrance not only had the effect of calming the mind and focusing the spirit, but it was also of great help to the cultivation of immortals.

Of course, this only applied to those below the Golden Core stage.

If disciples at the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment levels cultivated in the pear grove and breathed in the floral scent, it would not necessarily be a thousand miles a day, but at the very least, they would achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Not only was cultivation rapid, but it was also of great use for breaking through bottlenecks.

According to the elders' estimates, while it could not completely replace the effect of a Foundation Establishment Pill, cultivating there would at least increase the success rate by twenty to thirty percent.

This was nothing short of a miracle!

They were clearly ordinary pear trees, yet their effects were better and more potent than the spirit herbs they painstakingly cultivated or risked their lives to gather in the inaccessible, primordial marshes!

The elders all felt that it would be a waste of heaven's gifts not to use them!

After all, the pear trees only blossomed for a limited time; if they left them empty, they would miss the opportunity once it passed.

"This..."

Master Green Feather hesitated.

In his view, this was the handiwork of that unknown patriarch.

However, the other party had not left a single word. Was it appropriate to make such a decision on his own?

Although he was the Sect Master, he held the mysterious senior patriarch in the highest regard.

Since this matter might be related to him, he could not help but give it careful consideration.

However, in the end, he could not withstand the lobbying of his fellow disciples.

He figured that the Founder was a magnanimous man; since he had taken pity on those two little ones and made the pear trees bloom, he surely would not mind this minor transgression.

Very well, it would truly be a waste to let such a treasure go unused. If they could cultivate there, it would significantly increase the cultivation speed of the sect's young disciples.

It would spare them a great deal of danger and hardship.

Thus, Master Green Feather finally made his decision.

However, because it involved that senior Founder, he did not dare to be the least bit careless.

He ordered that for every cultivation session, several Golden Core stage deacons must be sent to stand guard, and disciples were to go in batches to meditate. But as for that magical pear tree, they were absolutely... absolutely forbidden from touching it in the slightest.

That was the grace of an immortal.

They had to cherish it in every way and must never show any disrespect or rudeness.

Just like that, the Sect Master's decree was passed down.

"What? I... I can also go cultivate under that pear tree?"

At the Founder's Shrine, when Lin Xiaoyao received this notice, he was truly dumbfounded.

The expression on his face was very strange.

He had not expected that after he mastered the ability to make his words reality through the system's help during his check-in that day, he had happened to look out into the distance and see those two siblings looking so pitiful.

Moved by their homesickness, he had simply lent a helping hand.

From far away, he had said to the pear tree: "Bloom!"

Yet, this casual move had unexpectedly led to such incredible results.

For the past half-month, everything in the Feathering Sect had seemed the same on the surface. Ordinary disciples might not have felt anything, but the sect's bigwigs had been worked to the bone.

They were trembling with fear, walking on thin ice, feeling both joyful and anxious...

Never mind the ordinary elders; even the Sect Master himself, no matter how busy he was, would make time every day to patrol the pear grove.

Lin Xiaoyao knew what they were worried about, and he felt a bit amused. It seemed that what he, the mastermind behind the scenes, had done had truly frightened the elders.

Naturally, he had no intention of explaining.

You have to admit, this feeling of secretly enjoying himself behind the scenes was quite similar to lurking in a group chat in his past life, secretly watching the screen.

No, it was even better!

It was just that Lin Xiaoyao never expected the impact of this matter to be so profound. As time passed, not only did it not fade away, but—

In the end, the influence inexplicably extended to him, the very person who had started it all.

This was something he had never imagined.

Lin Xiaoyao felt a bit helpless and amused. Could this be considered setting himself on fire?