Back in the Master Bedroom of the Song-Style Courtyard House, the night was still deep.
On the large bed, Li Xiaoyue and Zhang Ruoxi breathed evenly, fast asleep.
Chen Lin did not disturb them. With a turn of his hand, he summoned the Mountains and Rivers Painting and circulated his true essence.
A flash of clear light swept past. Chen Lin vanished from the spot, entering the Mustard-Seed Space within the Mountains and Rivers Painting.
Inside the painting, the spiritual energy was so dense it had almost condensed into white mist.
Chen Lin walked onto a bluestone platform and sat cross-legged. With a casual wave, he tossed the dark purple reverse scale into the air.
"Come out."
Purple light flickered. A miniature phantom of the purple-haired elder emerged from the scale and knelt respectfully in midair.
"Your old servant is here. What are your orders, Master?" The Star Moon Demon Saint adopted an utterly humble posture. He no longer even dared call himself "this emperor," referring to himself as an old servant with practiced ease.
"Hand over the Spirit Suppression Art. Let me hear it." Chen Lin got straight to the point.
The demon saint's remnant soul stiffened. He rubbed his illusory hands together, his gaze evasive.
"Well... Master, there's something your old servant didn't have time to mention earlier."
Chen Lin raised his eyelids slightly. His early Core Formation divine sense became an invisible blade suspended above the demon saint's head.
"Speak."
"The Spirit Suppression Art was created by an ancient Demon Tribe master through studying the laws of heaven and earth. It is a domineering art with extremely stringent requirements." The demon saint swallowed, his voice growing quieter. "It... it is a pure Demon Tribe art. Only beings with Demon Tribe bloodlines can draw upon the spiritual energy