Yi-3 Courtyard.
The heavy brass gates had barely closed when the faint glow of the Spirit-Gathering Formation lit up above the courtyard.
Clear Wind and Bright Moon eagerly clutched the two rare treasures they had just bought and darted into a side room. They had been stuck at Nascent Soul for far too long. These marrow-cleansing treasures made specifically for demon beasts were the key to breaking through the barrier to Deity Transformation.
Chen Lin walked over to the stone table in the courtyard, preparing to call Song Qiuya and the others over to discuss their cultivation plans.
"Bzz-"
An exceedingly faint ripple suddenly spread across the formation's light barrier outside the gates. No one was trying to force their way in. Instead, the visitor had used an exceptionally sophisticated method to politely knock on the formation's core without triggering its alarm.
Chen Lin raised his brows slightly. He swept his divine sense outward, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
"Open the gates," he said calmly.
Changqingzi immediately stepped forward and pulled the gates open.
A mountain of flesh stood outside. His ample brocade robe, patterned with gold coins, was stretched into a perfect ball. It was Fatty Wang, the Mahayana steward.
Fatty Wang's face was wreathed in a warm smile. He had completely suppressed the terrifying pressure unique to a Mahayana expert, looking for all the world like a wealthy mortal merchant who believed harmony brought prosperity.
"Brother Chen Lin, I hope I'm not interrupting your day off?" Fatty Wang stepped across the threshold with a chuckle, his gaze quickly sweeping over the ten people in the courtyard.
When he personally confirmed that Chen Lin was indeed at mid Void Refinement, while the nine women and attendants behind him were all genuine early Void Refinement cultivators, the