I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1527 - 363: Don’t You Think Your Request Is Excessive? (Part 4)
"Master He, is he the one?" Lin Fan asked again.
"Yes."
Master He wanted to cry but had no tears. After cultivating for a hundred years, he truly felt tricked to death by Fellow Daoist Lin. His Dao heart was unstable, truly unstable now.
"He Lianyuan, you brought a mortal to the Black Dragon Pond. You are indeed audacious. I am preparing to transform into a dragon and lack your inner Golden Core. Consider it your early gift for my dragon transformation."
The Three-headed Evil Flood Dragon did not take He Lianyuan seriously. The only one it feared was the head of the Immortal Talisman Sect, the only Nascent Soul cultivator in Chaozhou.
Lin Fan strolled casually toward the Evil Flood Dragon, looking up as it opened its bloodthirsty maw to attack. He remained unflustered, his gaze fixed on the scales on the flood dragon’s belly.
With a swish.
As if losing control and halting, the flood dragon maintained its attacking stance. In an instant, countless cracks appeared on its body, spreading like a shattered mirror, dense and fine.
With a clang, it split open.
The flood dragon seemed to have been dismembered, its flesh turning into scraps and falling, while a completely intact Demon Core floated. Lin Fan leaped up, grabbed the inner core, and walked to the stunned Master He.
"The Demon Core is here. You won’t go back on your promise, will you?"
He handed the Demon Core to Master He.
He could feel the faint energy within the Demon Core, very faint indeed.
Master He looked at the Demon Core, then at Lin Fan. He did not immediately take the Demon Core but hurriedly said, "Senior Lin, please don’t blame me. I was blind and ignorant, I... I..."
The sight was so shocking that it left Master He utterly dumbfounded, even making his speech stammer.
"It’s okay, take it, just as we agreed." Lin Fan said.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Master He’s attitude turned humble and respectful as he received the Demon Core, feeling the immense power within it, his mind began to tremble.
This is the inner core of a great Demon King at the late Core Formation stage, and it was about to undergo Dragon Transformation.
Is it something one can just acquire?
He peeked at Lin Fan, who appeared calm, showing no sign of joy from slaying the flood dragon, nor any fluctuations, acting as if he had merely stepped on an ant. He wondered where Senior Lin hailed from, and what cultivation level he possessed to be so terrifying.
Could it be that he came from beyond Chaozhou?
The more he considered, the more possible it seemed.
...
Flame Sun Sect.
"Master... Master."
Xia Luoh was anxious. The sect master had been led away by Fellow Daoist Lin. Could they have really gone to the Black Dragon Pond? If they encountered the Evil Flood Dragon there, whether they could return safely was still uncertain.
Just as he was unsure of what to do.
The sect master returned with Fellow Daoist Lin, chatting and laughing together. Observing closely, the sect master’s demeanor seemed somewhat complimentary, leaving Xia Luoh utterly confused.
"Master, Fellow Daoist Lin, you are finally back."
Xia Luoh hurried forward, evidently, the master and Fellow Daoist Lin had talked things over while outside, resolving the previous misunderstanding and rekindling their friendship. After all, cultivation still revolves around human relations, avoiding unnecessary conflicts and disputes.
"What should I call him? What Fellow Daoist Lin? You must address him as Senior Lin." Master He scolded, wearing a broad smile and being courteous towards Lin Fan, "Senior Lin, please take the main seat. Leave the matter of reviewing the Library of Techniques to me. I will prohibit disciples from entering the library, you can look at everything without disturbance."
Xia Luoh was stunned.
Master? Do you know what you’re saying?
Your attitude has changed, asking me to address him as senior, I get that, but you are the sect master, why are you also calling him senior?
You even agreed to let him into the library and prohibited the disciples from entering.
This situation truly shattered Xia Luoh’s understanding.
"There’s no need for that," Lin Fan did not want to overly affect others, always feeling it’s not good to impact others unnecessarily.
"It’s necessary, absolutely necessary." Master He quickly replied.
Listening to their conversation, Xia Luoh didn’t know what to say. Suddenly, a terrifying thought arose in his mind. Could it be that Fellow Daoist Lin indeed took the master to the Black Dragon Pond and slew the Evil Flood Dragon to obtain the Demon Core?
If not this, why would the master’s attitude change so swiftly?
He wanted to inquire, but the current situation didn’t seem suitable for such questions.
Lin Fan did not wish to waste time, hoping Master He would quickly guide him to the Library of Techniques. Master He hastily led Lin Fan.
...
Library of Techniques.
With the master’s arrival, the disciples greeted with respect.
Master He waved them off, telling them to disperse, and instructed Xia Luoh to inform everyone that without his command, no disciple was allowed within even a step of the Library of Techniques, and for all their cultivation needs, they should seek the Elder of Teachings.
The Elder of Teachings, who used to guide disciples struggling with cultivation challenges, would now see his workload increase rapidly since approaching the library was forbidden.
"Senior Lin, this is the Library of Techniques of Flame Sun Sect, housing forty-eight thousand volumes of various techniques and tales, available for your perusal."
Master He introduced, and these were what the Flame Sun Sect had accumulated over two thousand years from countless predecessors.
One must possess significant qualifications to enter the Library of Techniques.
As for those petty techniques that even cultivators would kick aside, they naturally had no place here.
"Elder Feng, would you please come out?" Master He called towards the library.
Squeak!
The door of the library swung open, and an elderly man in a gray robe emerged. This elder had sagging skin and cloudy eyes, droopy eyelids, looking as if his days were numbered. Yet, his strides seemed to say that he could live for decades more, no problem, still steady indeed.
