Qin Zhao raised an eyebrow slightly, subtly shifting his body to shield the clerk from his embarrassment, and lightly tapped the document with his fingertip. "Director Lin, we meant no harm, we're just following the rules."
"Any cultivation faction in Jiangcheng that occupies land and establishes a training center must register with the Investigation Department. This is an age-old rule, and it's not directed at you."
The bureau chief spoke up at the opportune moment, his tone gentle yet weighty. "Master Lin is young and promising; he revitalized the Golden Bull Martial Arts School overnight, demonstrating extraordinary courage and determination."
"The authorities don't harbor any hostility towards you; it's just that Jin Potian is involved in too many things, and the envoy from the Upper Realm has suddenly disappeared, so we have to be cautious."
Hearing that someone seemed interested, Lin Yu finally spoke, his voice calm. "The envoy from the Upper Realm entered the mass grave and never came out again."
"As for Jin Potian, he colluded with demons and preyed on the people; I'm just cleaning up his own house."
Qin Zhao's grip on the pen tightened slightly. "So, Jin Wujiao and the envoy from the Upper Realm are both dead?"
"You can interpret it that way." Lin Yu raised his eyes, his gaze piercing straight into the hearts of the three.
"Now, I'm in charge of Primordial Unity Martial Arts School. I can follow the rules, but your procedures must adapt to mine."
As soon as he finished speaking, a restrained yet profound aura quietly spread out.
The bureau chief's expression changed slightly.
The young clerk's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.
Qin Zhao took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and his smile became more genuine, "Master Lin is straightforward, so let's not beat around the bush. From now on, this area in the west of the city will be under the jurisdiction of Primordial Unity Martial Arts School, and this will be officially recognized."
She paused, then lowered her voice slightly. "There's just one thing the authorities must remind Director Lin of."
"The disappearance of the envoy from the Upper Realm will not be the end of the matter. It won't be long before they send people down to investigate. At that time, it won't just be you who will be in trouble, but the entire Jiangcheng."
Lin Yu tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, ignoring the official warning.
If he were afraid, he wouldn't have come back; he would have gone to some remote mountain forest to cultivate in seclusion long ago.
Lin Yu picked up his pen and wrote two words on the document, his strokes sharp and forceful, penetrating the paper.
Lin Yu.
Qin Zhao put away the documents and stood up.
This time, her smile seemed more genuine than before.
"Master Lin"
She walked up to Lin Yu: "Welcome to Jiangcheng."
The bureau chief didn't say a word from beginning to end; he just sat there, his gaze fixed on Lin Yu.
Only after the ceremony was over did he stand up, straighten his collar, and say calmly, "Master Lin is young and promising. The Golden Bull Martial Arts School —no, the Hunyuan Martial Arts School— is better under your leadership than under Jin Potian's."
"You flatter me, Director."
"That's not an overstatement."
The bureau chief walked towards the door, his back to Lin Yu, and said in a low voice, "On behalf of those hundreds of girls, thank you."
He didn't turn around, but pushed open the door and walked out.
Lin Yu stood there, watching the door slowly close.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the black sedan drive out of the martial arts school gate.
Zhao Chun leaned closer and whispered, "Master, did the Investigation Department... pass through?"
"They're not here to cause trouble," Lin Yu said.
In the evening, Zhao Chun delivered a visiting card from the Su Family.
[Tonight at 5 PM, I will host a banquet for Mr. Lin.]
"Su Wanqing," Lin Yu read the name on the back of the invitation.
What's the background?
Zhao Chun quickly replied, "The eldest daughter of the Su Family, twenty-four years old this year, with a cultivation level of Late-stage Grandmaster, is one of the top experts among the younger generation in Jiangcheng."
"I heard she took over the family business at the age of fourteen and has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles. However, rumors in the underworld say she has a bit of a temper."
"What did she ask me to do?"
"It's probably testing the bottom."
Zhao Chun analyzed, "The Su Family and our martial arts school used to keep to themselves, but now that the school has a new owner, they'll have to test whether our relationship is friend or foe."
Lin Yu did not respond.
As dawn broke, the shouts and calls of the disciples practicing echoed throughout the martial arts hall.
The supplies in the warehouse were still being inventoried, while Jin Potian followers, who had been expelled from the martial arts school, were sheepishly packing their belongings.
On the training ground, the newly recruited disciples cautiously adapted to their new master, who was ruthless and decisive.
Everything is being rebuilt slowly and systematically.
Lin Yu withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the warehouse.
He has too much to do.
Arriving at the underground treasure vault
Lin Yu pushed open the heavy alloy door of the warehouse, which was brightly lit and spotless inside.
This underground vault, built by the Golden Bull Martial Arts School over several decades, is arguably the most prestigious treasure trove in Jiangcheng.
Shelves lined the surroundings, gleaming with wealth, with piles of cash, gold bars, antique paintings and calligraphy, and precious medicinal herbs neatly stacked.
The safe in the corner also contains all kinds of modern firearms, including sniper rifles and special ammunition.
The innermost section is the largest area, dedicated to martial arts techniques. Hundreds of bookshelves are arranged in neat squares, crammed full of all kinds of martial arts manuals.
Lin Yu casually picked out a book.
"Gale Saber" is a martial skill of the Profound Understanding Realm. When mastered, it can unleash three blade energies.
I turned two pages, then put it down.
"Golden Bell Shield" is a defensive technique for those at the Profound Understanding Realm, capable of withstanding three attacks from the same realm.
Lay down.
"Jade-Shattering Palm," a martial art of the True Condensation Realm, requires a specific Internal Force circulation path...
Lin Yu finished reading the last page, gently closed the book, and put it back on the shelf.
"Rubbish."
His voice was very soft, barely echoing in the empty warehouse.
Zhao Chun, who was guarding the door, cautiously poked half his head in upon hearing this. "Master, these are the accumulated wealth of the Jin Family over generations. Many small forces outside can't even get a single Profound Comprehension technique."
Lin Yu didn't reply.
He knew Zhao Chun was telling the truth.
In this boundless small world, a complete Profound Comprehension manual is enough to keep an ordinary martial artist working for ten years, while Grandmaster's martial arts manual can be passed down as a family heirloom.
But in his eyes, these were no different from waste paper.
He had witnessed the Immortal Dao cultivation techniques practiced by the original body, which were based on the principle of using heaven and earth as a furnace and creation as a craftsman.
Even if it's just a clone, its perspective has already transcended the constraints of this world.
These martial arts techniques have crude energy flow paths, primitive power generation techniques, and a pitifully low utilization rate of spiritual energy.
Rather than being cultivation techniques, they are more like casual notes of experience written down by some people.
The further in he went, the thicker the dust accumulated on the bookshelves became. He pulled out a few books, the covers of which bore the librarian's special red seal, clearly Jin Potian's personal gifts to him.
The Dark Nether Palm is a peak martial art technique for Grandmaster, requiring the use of cold-attribute Internal Force to activate it.
"Air-Breaking Fist" is a martial skill for those at the half-step Martial Venerable level, capable of triggering a resonance of Qi and blood.
Lin Yu picked out these few books separately and placed them on the desk to the side.
He spent two whole hours going through all the hundreds of bookshelves.
Fewer than twenty books were worth looking at.
The vast majority of martial arts techniques belong to the Great Grandmaster level, there are only three half-step Martial Venerable, and zero complete Martial Venerable techniques.
Lin Yu sat at his desk, with the twenty selected secret manuals spread out in front of him, along with a blank new booklet.
Zhao Chun had excellent eyesight and had already prepared high-quality blank books and writing materials.
He did not start writing immediately.
The essence of the original body began to emerge in his mind.
Although he was in another world, and his cultivation level was too low, he couldn't use most of his techniques.
However, it still has some reference value, not to mention the original body's Heaven-Defying Comprehension. Although it was not added to the clone, even a little bit is enough.
Lin Yu opened his eyes.
He is not Zhao Yan, and he cannot follow the mad path of exchanging injuries for injuries.
It is not the original being, nor does it possess the immortal power to move mountains and fill Immortal Dao.
This clone of his was forged by the Law of Creation, naturally compatible with the earth element, and is profound, steady, and ever-renewing.
Lin Yu picked up his pen.
Dip the brush in ink and begin writing.
[Hunyuan Art]
[Qi and blood, like mercury, settle in the dantian; muscles and bones, like a mountain, are firmly planted on the ground. Victory is not achieved through speed, nor through clever tricks. One force can overcome ten techniques, one solid foundation can break through ten thousand methods.]
Zhao Chun peeked inside from the doorway and saw the curator hunched over his desk, writing furiously with flowing strokes, his expression so focused that he seemed oblivious to the world around him.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
The sky outside the warehouse changed from the midday sun to dusk. Zhao Chun brought tea and snacks twice, but Lin Yu didn't touch either of them.
He was completely immersed in that wonderful creative state.
"Master, it's time. We should go to the Su Family's banquet."
If Zhao Chun's voice hadn't interrupted Lin Yu's creative process, he might not have woken up for ten days or half a month in his current state.