As Taichu finished speaking, Ye Lin's heart stirred.
Indeed, according to the novels of his previous life, scanning others with one's divine sense without restraint was tantamount to declaring war.
After all, nobody liked being scanned by the divine sense of an unfamiliar cultivator.
"Thank you for telling me, Master."
With that, Ye Lin clasped his hands and bowed to Taichu.
"Mm. You've been away for twenty years, and a lot has happened. That's why I came—to give you a task."
"Your goal is to become the Sect Master of Nameless Mountain. But to become Sect Master, you must first become one of the Ten Sequences, and to become one of the Ten Sequences, you need prestige."
"Prestige means making all of Nameless Mountain's disciples know and respect you."
"That prestige has to be built up bit by bit. Everyone knows Nameless Mountain has the Ten Sequences, but none of the other Inner Sect disciples know who you are."
"The other races across the Eastern Continent know that Nameless Mountain has only the Ten Sequences, but who among them knows you, Ye Lin?"
"So the first step is to build momentum. You've already reached Spirit Transformation, so there's no need to worry too much about your combat strength. Now's the time to build your reputation."
"So, starting now, I'm giving you a task. Just do as I say, and I guarantee you'll build enough prestige in no time."
"Of course, if you don't want to go through all that trouble, that's fine too. I know what kind of person you are. I can put you straight into that supreme position—but only for ten years."
"For ten years, you can enjoy the Human Race's fortune across the Eastern Continent. But during that time, no one will truly accept you. So, it's