Miraculous Immortal Fate, Stop When You Reach the Point

Lin Xiaoyao was very satisfied.

This Word of Law was, aside from the Saint Fruit status, the best gift he had signed in for over the past ten years. With it, many things had become simple and easy.

Some of the problems that had originally troubled him were now easily resolved.

Now, listening to the discussions of the cultivators outside—filled with regret and even wailing—Lin Xiaoyao had no intention of making the pear tree bear fruit.

Although it would be a mere trifle for him.

There was no need.

Everything must have its limits.

His unintentional act of making the pear tree blossom had already caused a massive stir, while simultaneously bringing many benefits to his sect. There was no need to continue forcing the growth.

Although he had previously felt that to safely lie low, he needed to improve the overall strength of the Feathering Sect, times had changed, and his perspective had shifted.

First, such miracles had to be handled with caution. Otherwise, even if the Sect Master issued a gag order, people were loose-lipped, and it was hard to guarantee it wouldn't spread outside, potentially inviting trouble.

The current incident had already caused enough of a commotion; why should he add fuel to the fire?

Secondly, Lin Xiaoyao had realized that no matter how fast the Feathering Sect's strength improved, it was still worlds apart from his own. Even the Sect Master was only at the mid-stage of the Profound Realm.

That speed truly couldn't compare to his.

Therefore, they could naturally handle ordinary troubles and difficulties themselves. But if they truly encountered a massive crisis, rather than expecting them to stand on their own, he would ultimately have to rely on himself.

However, Lin Xiaoyao didn't find it troublesome. Since he was lying low here, helping out was only right, and besides, he felt quite a sense of belonging to the Feathering Sect now.

The key was that by helping from behind the scenes, he could reap the praise and admiration of everyone afterward. That feeling was like lurking in a group chat in his past life—simply delightful.

Thinking about it, he even felt a little expectant.

Therefore, Lin Xiaoyao did not intend to make the pear tree bear fruit; going this far was enough.

There was no need to gild the lily, or it might prove counterproductive.

For him, this matter had come to an end.

As time passed, the discussions within the sect regarding the incident gradually calmed down.

Although the fact that the pear tree ultimately failed to bear fruit left the cultivators deeply disappointed, not a single person dared to complain or express dissatisfaction.

Only fools were ungrateful, and these cultivators were shrewd; they believed this was the will of that immortal. Though they didn't know the reason, they assumed it must have profound meaning.

It was for their own good!

A tree that stands above the forest will be destroyed by the wind. This was intended to make them understand that cultivation was arduous, that power could not be obtained easily, and that they could not rely on the charity of others. Secondly, it was to avoid revealing too many miracles, which would only invite trouble for the sect...

Before long, this viewpoint began to circulate throughout the sect.

When people thought about it, it actually seemed to make sense.

Thus, everyone praised the immortal's painstaking efforts, and the younger generation was moved to tears.

Lin Xiaoyao was completely bewildered.

What was going on?

He hadn't done anything, so why were those guys in the Feathering Sect starting to praise him again?

He occasionally went out for a walk and heard people discussing the matter, lavishing him with endless praise and flowery language, which made Qin Yan, who was nearby, feel quite embarrassed.

I really don't have the foresight you all think I do.

However, seeing the beautiful female cultivators discussing him with expressions of adoration, their pretty eyes sparkling with stars, the feeling was truly wonderful.

Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, spring had arrived.

Now, without needing Lin Xiaoyao's Word of Law, the Feathering Sect's main headquarters was vibrant with color, draped in a cloak of green.

In spring, everything was so beautiful.

The only thing that felt a bit strange was that the disciples of the Feathering Sect had suddenly taken a liking to meditating under certain fruit trees, especially the pear trees, where the young cultivators were most numerous.

Perhaps this was a lingering side effect of that incident.

Lin Xiaoyao was speechless about this, but he could only pretend that the matter had nothing to do with him.

Every day, he cleaned the Founder's Shrine as he should, wandered around as he pleased, and his cultivation continued to soar. His life was comfortable and pleasant.

That night, the moon hung in the center of the sky.

Lin Xiaoyao was happily preparing to sleep.

Although with his current strength, sleeping didn't really matter, due to his habits from his past life, Lin Xiaoyao still felt that waking up naturally after a good sleep was more comfortable.

Suddenly.

Lin Xiaoyao's expression shifted.

He abruptly sat up.

Someone had entered the Founder's Shrine.

In the middle of the night, what could the intruder be after?

A flicker of curiosity couldn't help but flash in Lin Xiaoyao's eyes.

In ten long years, he had truly never encountered such a thing.

Although the Founder's Shrine was a vital location for the sect, it was only because the spirit tablets of past patriarchs were enshrined there.

Other than that, there was nothing here worth coveting.

But regardless of the reason, Lin Xiaoyao was now wide awake. This was his territory, and he was the master here; how dare someone come here to stir up trouble?

Was their skin itching for a beating?

Meanwhile, outside the Founder's Shrine, a black shadow swept in.

The moonlight was dim tonight, and the stars were almost entirely hidden behind the clouds, allowing this blurred figure to blend perfectly into the night. Not only was he invisible to the naked eye, but he could even easily deceive the divine sense of cultivators.

"The Great King has a blood feud with the Feathering Sect. I was sent to probe their strength and didn't necessarily have to strike, but since I'm already here, how could I return empty-handed?"

"The guards at Sword-Flying Peak, the Library Pavilion, and Treasure Pill Valley are too tight. Not only are there high-level cultivators patrolling day and night, but there are also powerful formations and restrictions. Trespassing there would be walking straight into a trap."

"But they would never expect me to come to the Founder's Shrine."

"If I destroy this place, the Feathering Sect will surely lose all face, and the Great King will certainly reward me handsomely. My breakthrough will be within reach."

The black shadow muttered to himself.

A faint, almost imperceptible demonic aura radiated from his body.

If one were to look closely, they would find that while his height and build were similar to a human cultivator, his eyes were long and narrow, his mouth was wide with fangs, and his entire body was covered in a layer of fine, dense scales.

He was no human cultivator.

He was of the demon race!

This was a shapeshifted demon cultivator, with strength roughly equivalent to a human Nascent Soul ancestor.

His innate divine ability was not combat, but a supplementary art of concealment, making him best suited for lurking, hiding, and spying on secrets.

Even a Great Cultivator of the Profound Realm might not notice him lurking nearby, provided he remained perfectly still within ten feet.

That was why the Demon King had sent him here.

At this moment, looking at the quiet Founder's Shrine in the night, a sinister grin couldn't help but spread across his lips.

Destroying this place would surely win the Demon King's favor, and the Great King was always clear about rewards and punishments...