Sign-in! Divine Bird Phoenix

The Emperor can do no wrong!

Even mortals in the secular world have such a saying, let alone immortals!

Indeed, the Locust Wood Immortal Sword had been sweeping across the land, snatching monsters everywhere within a radius of ten thousand miles, which had certainly caused quite a bit of trouble and annoyance for the cultivators.

But for one, subduing demons and eliminating devils was a matter of great righteousness.

Secondly, for a single immortal sword to be able to hold its own without even needing its master to control it—

If a magic treasure was already this formidable, what kind of strength would its master possess?

Great Vehicle, Tribulation Transcendence, or perhaps a True Immortal?

Everyone leaned toward the latter.

At the very least, it had to be an old monster of the Tribulation Transcendence level; even the Great Vehicle ancestors, whom everyone revered and feared, likely couldn't achieve such a feat.

And cultivators always admire the strong.

Even those who had their monsters snatched away, while harboring a tiny bit of resentment in their hearts—

Once they thought that the one doing all this might be a True Immortal, the slight dissatisfaction in their hearts instantly vanished into thin air.

All that remained was admiration.

Imagining the graceful bearing of an immortal, a single sword strike capable of slaying all the demons in the world.

With no enemy able to withstand a single blow.

How could they not revere and admire such a being?

"This truly is a world where the strong are respected!"

Lin Xiaoyao sighed as he tossed the spiritual pills and elixirs he had just obtained from signing in into his mouth, swallowing them as if they were candy.

He immediately felt his cultivation progress just a little bit more.

A look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

He really liked his current life.

Raising fish, planting flowers, sleeping until he woke up naturally, and being able to hide in the background and watch the show like a mastermind.

It really was a wonderful feeling.

A leisurely life that made one infatuated.

Compared to fighting and killing, staying low-key within the sect was indeed much more comfortable.

Floating beside him was a crude immortal sword made of wood.

It was none other than the Locust Wood Immortal Sword, which had stirred up the region for ten thousand miles, leaving demons in misery and cultivators trembling with fear in recent days.

Yet at this moment, this powerful treasure, which had been arrogant and invincible, was following behind Lin Xiaoyao, feeling anxious and uneasy.

After being recalled, it naturally knew it had done something wrong.

The Locust Wood Immortal Sword was terrified.

It feared that its master would abandon it; if that happened, what meaning would its existence have?

It was just like a primary school student who had done something wrong, trembling as they faced their teacher.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaoyao didn't blame it.

Come to think of it, this was originally his own laziness, and he hadn't made his instructions clear. Now that something had happened, if he were to shift the blame onto someone else, that would be one thing, but to shift it onto an immortal sword?

Forget it, Lin Xiaoyao felt he still had a reputation to maintain.

Besides, the final result wasn't bad at all.

He hadn't reaped any negative emotions.

On the contrary, his prestige had spread far and wide, allowing the influence of his mastermind persona to no longer be limited to just the Feathering Sect, but to the entire region of ten thousand miles, where people sang praises of his deeds.

It could be considered becoming famous.

The key was that he was still hidden behind the scenes.

No one knew the name of that expert, which made Qin Yan, who was watching from the sidelines, feel a secret thrill.

Therefore, after giving it a small lecture, he didn't really scold the Locust Wood Immortal Sword.

This immediately made the sword feel immensely grateful, and it bowed repeatedly toward Qin Yan.

"Alright, just stay by my side from now on."

Lin Xiaoyao could see what the immortal sword was thinking; it was clearly afraid of being abandoned by him!

Honestly, was he the type of person to... bah, to cross the river and burn the bridge?

Moreover, although this immortal sword didn't look like much, it was truly useful.

With it by his side, if he encountered any dangerous or powerful enemies in the future, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger. With just a glance or a command, the immortal sword would slay the enemies and clear the path for him.

How could he abandon such a treasure? Lin Xiaoyao wasn't a spendthrift.

He harbored such lazy intentions, yet the Locust Wood Immortal Sword was immensely grateful, determined to swear eternal loyalty to its master.

Just like that, it obediently hovered behind him.

Wherever Lin Xiaoyao went, it followed, like the most loyal and courageous of guards.

Lin Xiaoyao was satisfied, but then he frowned; although the crowd did not know who the mastermind was, there were quite a few who had seen the true form of the Locust Wood Immortal Sword.

It was fine for it to guard him closely, but wouldn't that clearly expose his identity?

Thus, Lin Xiaoyao turned his head to lecture it, "You, oh you. They say one learns from their mistakes, and you are already a mature immortal sword—why must I worry about everything? You need to learn to hide your form yourself."

Hum...

The immortal sword bowed.

As Lin Xiaoyao's words fell, it truly vanished and concealed its form.

Lin Xiaoyao was very satisfied.

A child worth teaching.

It seemed this immortal sword wasn't stupid after all.

Its method of concealment had borrowed the momentum of his Word of Law.

Not to mention ordinary cultivators being unable to see it, even if a True Immortal were to descend, they might not be able to see through the sword's hidden trail if he did not wish it.

Very good and very powerful; now it was perfect!

Two years later.

Lin Xiaoyao passed by the Spirit Beast Yard.

"System, sign in for me."

"Congratulations to the host for a successful sign-in. Obtained: Phoenix Egg."

The system's mechanical, indifferent prompt echoed in his ears.

"A Phoenix Egg—does that mean an egg laid by a phoenix?"

Lin Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment, then a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

This reward was not bad.

The phoenix, king of all birds.

It was an extremely powerful existence even among the True Spirits.

Once he hatched it, it would make a fine mount for a saint.

"Does the host wish to claim it immediately?"

"No rush."

Lin Xiaoyao looked left and right; this path was not secluded, and he was afraid someone might suddenly pop out.

There was no need to take risks; he would claim the Phoenix Egg once he returned to his own territory.

Time flew like a white horse passing a crack in the wall; more than two years had passed since the Locust Wood Immortal Sword last displayed its divine might and carved out a resounding reputation.

Over these two years, Lin Xiaoyao had kept a relatively low profile.

He developed silently, preparing to sneak attack... ah, phew, he was silently signing in, no longer causing trouble everywhere.

After all, the commotion he had stirred up a while ago was truly a bit too large.

Although gaining such a great reputation was a good thing—and since he was hidden behind the scenes, others couldn't find him anyway—as the saying went, too much of a good thing could be bad. Lin Xiaoyao still didn't want to attract the attention of some big shot from the outside.

After all, as far as he knew, this world was boundless. Although the Feathering Sect had a far-reaching reputation, in reality, what it occupied was merely a tiny corner of this world.

In those further, unexplored, unknown regions, there might be big shots he couldn't deal with yet.

Therefore, it was better to be low-key and not be too reckless.

After all, he had only just stepped into the Mahayana stage.

No, to be precise, he had recovered his Mahayana cultivation and magic power, but the realm matching that of a saint was still a long way off.

He had laid low for two years.

The effect was excellent.

The influence had gradually dissipated, and he hadn't attracted the attention of any big shots.

However, in reality, not only had the disciples of the Feathering Sect not forgotten that elusive immortal ancestor, but within a radius of ten thousand miles, other cultivators also remained extremely respectful toward this mysterious immortal behind the scenes.

After all, when the Locust Wood Immortal Sword had been snatching kills everywhere back then, although it brought back bad memories for people, it had truly carved out a massive reputation.

Therefore, Lin Xiaoyao laying low for two years merely prevented his fame from spreading further outward, while within a ten-thousand-mile radius centered on the Feathering Sect, his reputation had instead reached its zenith, leaving behind many legends related to him.