Gu Yue's Arrival

The next morning, the eighty-first floor of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda.

Han Tianyi's office.

The office was spacious and elegant, with bookshelves filled with various ancient texts and scrolls, the air permeated by a faint scent of ink.

Sunlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting mottled light and shadows upon the floor.

Fang Lin sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and steady.

He had fallen into deep meditation, his aura ethereal and profound, as if he had merged into one with the world around him.

"Not bad, you have already mastered the basics of the Illusion Meditation Method."

Han Tianyi's gaze fell upon Fang Lin, and he nodded slightly.

A trace of gratification flashed in his eyes.

Just then, a crisp knock sounded at the door.

"Please, come in."

Han Tianyi withdrew his gaze and said indifferently.

The next moment, the door was gently pushed open.

A figure walked in first.

It was a woman with a tall stature and an outstanding temperament.

She wore a well-tailored, fiery-red long dress that outlined her mature and voluptuous curves, looking graceful and moving.

Beneath the hem of her dress, her calves, wrapped in ultra-thin black silk stockings, displayed beautiful lines.

On her feet, she wore a pair of simple yet textured black high heels.

Following behind her was a young girl.

The girl wore a white dress, her jet-black hair tied into a neat ponytail hanging behind her head, revealing an exquisite and cold face.

Her entire being exuded an aloof and otherworldly temperament.

"Heavenly Phoenix Douluo."

Han Tianyi's expression was calm, his tone indifferent, "I wonder what brings you here today?"

"Elder Han."

Leng Yaozhu nodded slightly, her red lips parted, her voice cold, "This is my disciple, Gu Yue."

"Junior Gu Yue, greets Your Excellency Phantom Brain."

Gu Yue bowed slightly, her voice crisp and respectful.

"Mm."

Han Tianyi nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on the girl for a moment before withdrawing, "Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, please, take a seat."

Leng Yaozhu nodded gently and sat down composedly in the chair opposite the desk.

Gu Yue walked over to the sofa on the side and sat down quietly.

However, her gaze could not help but drift toward Fang Lin, who was still in deep meditation.

This is... the aura of the Golden Dragon King!

Gu Yue's heart trembled slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.

Her eyelashes fluttered gently; while she remained calm as water on the surface, her heart was already surging.

How could the aura of the Golden Dragon King appear here?

Who exactly is this young man?

"Please, have some tea."

Han Tianyi picked up the teapot, slowly poured the brewed clear tea into a cup, and handed it to Leng Yaozhu.

The tea soup was clear and bright, and a wisp of curling tea fragrance rose, refreshing the heart and lungs.

"Many thanks, Elder Han."

Leng Yaozhu picked up the teacup and took a light sip. The fragrance of the tea spread between her lips and teeth; it was slightly bitter at first, with a sweet aftertaste.

She set down the teacup, raised her eyes to look at Han Tianyi, and got straight to the point: "Elder Han, I have come here today for only one thing."

"Oh?"

Han Tianyi's expression remained calm, and he simply responded with a faint sound, signaling her to continue.

"Cooperation."

Leng Yaozhu's voice was clear and cold, "Currently, the Spirit Transmission Pagoda has split into two major factions: the Qiangu Family and the Phoenix Family."

She paused for a moment and continued, "The Qiangu Family has three Limit Douluos in one house, while the Phoenix Family... has only me, a single Limit Douluo."

"I believe Elder Han is well aware of the situation this places us in."

"Hmm."

Han Tianyi picked up his teacup and took another sip, his expression unchanging, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

The office fell into a brief silence.

Only the curling wisps of smoke from the incense burner in the corner remained, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood.

However, the next moment, a terrifying surge of spiritual power erupted from Fang Lin's body!

"This is..."

Seeing this, a flash of surprise crossed Leng Yaozhu's eyes, and her gaze suddenly shifted to Fang Lin.

If she remembered correctly, this disciple Han Tianyi had taken in, Fang Lin, possessed the Golden Dragon martial soul, known as the progenitor of strength.

A martial soul that excelled in physical power should not, by all logic, possess such terrifying spiritual power.

Yet, the fluctuations of this spiritual power clearly reached the level of the Spirit Sea Realm.

"???"

Gu Yue appeared calm on the surface, but countless question marks were rising in her heart.

She subconsciously muttered to herself, Are you the Silver Dragon King, or am I?

This spiritual power was simply too illogical.

"This kid has finished constructing his Illusion Meditation Method."

Han Tianyi set down his teacup, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, which then transformed into a look of satisfaction.

For Fang Lin, his innate Spirit Sea Realm spiritual power made practicing the Illusion Meditation Method not particularly difficult; mastering the basics was only a matter of time.

But the construction of a mental illusion was an entirely different matter.

It required not only the support of spiritual power but also a reference object as a foundation to construct a complete mental world from nothing.

What was a reference object?

It was the most essential "Dao" in the constructor's heart, the "core" of the mental world.

The deeper the Dao and the more stable the foundation, the more powerful and realistic the constructed mental illusion would be.

Han Tianyi's own reference object was "Space."

The mental illusion constructed from this was his Mental Space.

Once someone was pulled into it, it was equivalent to entering a mental world that belonged entirely to him.

In that mental world, he was the absolute master.

Most importantly, if one died within the mental illusion, it was a true death.

"Elder Han, your disciple is quite impressive."

Leng Yaozhu withdrew her gaze, the corners of her lips curling slightly upward as she looked at Han Tianyi with a cryptic, half-smile, her tone carrying a hint of deeper meaning.

"He's just average."

Han Tianyi set down his teacup, his tone indifferent.

As the spiritual fluctuations gradually calmed down, Fang Lin slowly opened his eyes.

A faint golden light flashed briefly in his pupils before they returned to a deep, profound black.

Fang Lin stood up slowly and stretched his slightly stiff limbs, his bones emitting a faint crackling sound.

"Teacher."

He spoke, his voice calm and steady.

Only then did Fang Lin notice the two guests in the office.

"Your Excellency Sky Phoenix."

Fang Lin bowed slightly, his tone respectful.

"Hmm."

Leng Yaozhu nodded slowly, her gaze lingering on him for an extra moment, as if trying to discern something from him.

Fang Lin sensed something and looked toward the black-haired girl.

He thought to himself, Holy crap, isn't this World-Shocking Wisdom?

The black-haired girl stood up and walked toward him.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

She paused slightly, her voice cold and calm. "My name is Gu Yue."

As Gu Yue spoke, she extended her hand.

It was a fair, slender hand with long, delicate fingers and skin as lustrous as jade.

"Hello, my name is Fang Lin." Fang Lin smiled slightly, his tone gentle.

He reached out and gently took her hand.

The moment their skin touched, Fang Lin's Golden Dragon King martial soul suddenly resonated strangely with Gu Yue.

An indescribable sense of comfort surged into both of their hearts.

Fang Lin and Gu Yue were slightly stunned, forgetting to let go for a moment, and simply stood there holding hands in silence.