Chapter 440 - 273: Essence Blood as a Gift, Fearsome Reputation
Chapter 440: Chapter 273: Essence Blood as a Gift, Fearsome Reputation
Though not from the absolute core bloodline, it was from the direct lineage of the main branch—a clear display of sincerity.
He personally took the Spirit Beast Cage from the man’s hands, sensing the vibrant life force of the young crane within. His tone was sincere. "Your esteemed family’s arrival brings splendor to my humble home."
The Sun Family Cultivator laughed heartily, his voice booming like a great bell. "Alchemist Lin, you’re too kind! Your hundredth birthday is a grand event for everyone in the vicinity. How could my Sun Family possibly miss it? Besides, your Alchemy Skill is extraordinary. There may come a day when we need to ask for your help in refining an Elixir. I hope you won’t refuse us then."
His words were frank, openly stating his intention to build a connection.
"Mr. Sun, you flatter me. If there is a need, I will certainly do my best." Lin Changheng replied with a smile, his demeanor poised and respectful.
After the Sun Family Cultivator entered the main hall, an Escape Light streaked across the sky, causing Lin Changheng to raise an eyebrow and break into an even wider smile as he looked toward it.
The newcomer was a Female Cultivator clad in a Moon White Immortal Skirt. Her features were gentle, with willow-like brows, almond-shaped eyes, and a single Cinnabar Seal between her brows.
She looked his way with a faint smile.
"Elder Mo Zhaoli of the Purple Extreme Sect has arrived to wish Alchemist Lin a long life!"
At this announcement, the expressions of everyone present shifted, their gazes filled with varied emotions.
After all, the reputation, power, and heritage of the Purple Extreme Sect were undeniable. This also served as an indirect testament to the breadth of Alchemist Lin’s connections.
"Li’er."
Lin Changheng ignored everyone else, his gaze fixed only on Mo Zhaoli as he smiled gently.
"Brother Lin."
Mo Zhaoli took out a gift box and placed it in Lin Changheng’s hands. She glanced around before her red lips parted to explain her tardiness. A sudden, unavoidable mission had been assigned within her Sect; otherwise, she had planned to arrive several days early.
"I’m just glad you’re here. It must have been a long journey. Go take a seat for now. We can talk more later."
Lin Changheng had wanted to say more, but his Divine Sense detected a sudden gale sweeping in from the distance. It carried an unusual fluctuation of Spiritual Power, and a powerful, oppressive aura was rapidly approaching!
It wasn’t just Lin Changheng; many guests with profound Cultivation levels in the square also sensed it one after another. They stopped their conversations and looked toward the horizon, their faces a mixture of shock and uncertainty.
In the distant sky, the clouds roiled as a colossal shadow tore through the Sea of Clouds. It approached Moonrest Island at a speed that seemed slow but was, in fact, incredibly swift. As it drew closer, everyone could finally see it clearly. It was a magnificent Spiritual Ship, hundreds of feet long, constructed entirely from some kind of pure white Spiritual Jade. Its hull was etched with countless profound Runes, and it emanated a faint, ethereal aura!
Auspicious clouds spontaneously gathered to support the Spiritual Ship. A banner hung from the prow, upon which were inscribed two large characters in ancient seal script: Fusheng!
"It’s a Spiritual Ship from Floating Immortal City!" a well-traveled Cultivator cried out in shock.
The moment he spoke, the entire crowd was stunned!
Floating Immortal City was a colossal power, far more transcendent than family clans like the Beast Taming Sun Family. Below the Extreme South Palace and the Five Great Sects and Daoist Schools, they were one of the true overlords of this region! Their Spiritual Ships were not deployed lightly; their appearance often represented the will of the Immortal City itself—or, at the very least, the will of its core leadership.
The Spiritual Ship did not land. Instead, it hovered hundreds of feet above Moonrest Island, its shadow blanketing nearly half the square. The formless pressure it exerted made it difficult for many Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators to even breathe.
The cabin door slid open silently, and several figures emerged.
The person in the lead was dressed in a simple, elegant white gown, its sleeves fluttering in the wind. Her beauty was unparalleled, her aura ethereal and transcendent, like a Fairy who subsisted on more than just mortal fare. She didn’t intentionally release her aura, yet simply by standing there, she naturally became the center of the world, drawing every gaze.
"It’s... It’s True Inheritance Disciple Bai Hengwan, Fairy Bai!" someone recognized the newcomer, their voice rising with excitement.