What he had given was nothing more than trash in his own eyes, but to An Xin, it was the finest immortal art—the future itself.
"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master. I definitely won't let you down."
Looking at the three Spirit Stones in his hand, each the size of a baby's fist, An Xin immediately kowtowed three times to Ye Lin. There was even a sobbing note in his voice. At last, clutching the Spirit Stones, he sneaked away furtively.
Watching An Xin's back disappear, Ye Lin could not help but sigh. Sure enough, even the tiniest scrap squeezed from between a powerhouse's fingernails was enough for these people at the bottom to live on for a lifetime.
Just like now—what he had taken out was practically useless garbage to him, the sort of thing he might throw away in its entirety someday.
Yet to An Xin, it was something that could change his destiny. It was his future.
Priceless beyond measure.
Seeing this, Ye Lin continued cultivating in seclusion, restoring his meridians bit by bit.
An immortal body possessed extraordinarily tenacious vitality. Even if an arm broke, a leg broke, or even a neck broke, it could recover in an instant.
That was the terrifying aspect of an immortal body.
Only once one stepped into the immortal realm could one be considered a true immortal—an immortal who, in the eyes of mortals, lived forever without aging, dying, or perishing.
In the blink of an eye, dawn arrived. Only then did Ye Lin, who had cultivated all night, open his eyes and step into the small courtyard.
"Ye Lin, have you seen Little Xin? Why was he gone the moment I woke up? Who knows where he ran off to."
Wearing an apron and holding a broom, An Ran