Chapter 222: Who Can Match Their Cunning? This One.

Before this jade-like white bone lay a cushion.

To Lin Fan, the scene felt all too familiar. He then noticed that on the stone bed beside the bone were carved some tadpole-like characters.

These tadpole characters were not difficult for Lin Fan to decipher.

"Whoever comes here is fated. Using the cushion as your ground, kowtow eighteen thousand eight hundred times, and you shall receive my legacy."

Lin Fan looked at the small characters, then at the jade-like white bone, and finally smiled.

"Heh, I thought this looked familiar. Isn't this the same trick as in that old novel 'The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils'? Honestly, if not for the little brother on your skeleton, I'd have thought you were Li Qiushui's sister."

Lin Fan was thoroughly familiar with this kind of trick. Kowtowing eighteen thousand eight hundred times would drive anyone crazy. Wasn't it just about destroying the cushion to find the treasure hidden inside? That was easy.

Lin Fan directly tore a slit in the cushion. Sure enough, inside lay a golden booklet.

The material of this booklet was likely golden silkworm king silk, capable of resisting the erosion of time.

Then Lin Fan also saw a piece of paper beside the booklet. The content on the paper startled him, and he looked at the white bone in disbelief.

"The world never lacks geniuses. If you kowtow ten thousand times, the white bone containing my lifelong power will transform into a torrent and pour into you. If you force it open, your heart will not be sincere. This volume of 'Seven Saints Shining Sun Record' is your reward for the journey."

After reading these words, Lin Fan stood dumbfounded, blinking his eyes.

At this moment, Lin Fan had only one thought: to beg the heavens for another chance.

When it came to whose tricks were the deepest, Lin Fan was utterly in awe of this Seven Saints member—his tricks were deep enough.

"Old man, give me another chance!" At this moment, Lin Fan wailed like a ghost, the pain in his heart known only to him.

The duck that was already in his hand had flown away right before his eyes.

"Boom..."

In that instant, the small secret chamber suddenly shook.

Behind the jade-like white bone, a void裂缝 suddenly appeared. Before Lin Fan's eyes, the jade-like white bone slipped into it and vanished without a trace.

"Old man, don't do this..."

But it was all too late. Lin Fan found that the void in the chamber was twisting. The stone table and stone bed seemed like illusory objects, twisting into a mass and turning into nothingness.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" The chick crowed, flapping its wings on Lin Fan's shoulder.

"Crow my head!" Lin Fan tossed the chick into his backpack, then threw the acquired 'Seven Saints Shining Sun Record' in as well, and began running desperately toward the exit.

But the suction force of the twisting void grew stronger, and Lin Fan could not move an inch.

"What a rip-off..."

In that instant, Lin Fan's vision went black, and he was once again adrift.

...

At the entrance of the Holy Sect.

At that moment, carriages, as if weathered by endless storms, appeared at the entrance of the Holy Sect.

"Miss, we have arrived." Wang Hu, as the steward of the Gong family, had the responsibility to protect the young lady's safety.

He did not approve of the young lady moving to the Holy Sect this time, after all, the sect was not something they could afford to provoke. But faced with the young lady's resolute expression, Wang Hu could only sigh helplessly.

From Ink City to the Holy Sect's mountain gate, there was a shortcut. If they traveled at full speed, they could arrive in just a few days, but this shortcut was fraught with danger and countless fierce beasts.

In the end, they had to choose a relatively safe road. Although this road was safe, it was long and rugged.

It took them over a month to finally reach this place.

At that moment, a jade-like hand reached out from the carriage, followed by a woman of peerless beauty stepping out.

On her face was a trace of melancholy, mingled with a hint of hesitation.

Gong Bingye possessed unparalleled beauty. As a woman with such looks, she had only two choices: either attach herself to a powerful man, or possess absolute strength herself.

But for Gong Bingye, only the first option suited her best.

Although the Gong family had considerable wealth, it was insufficient to support her cultivation, and she knew well that her own talent was not suited for martial arts.

Having reached the Xiantian realm had already consumed many of the Gong family's resources, and continuing to pile on endlessly would likely lead nowhere.

"Miss, please think twice. The sect is not as wonderful as we imagine." Wang Hu knew his mistress had made up her mind, but he couldn't help warning her.

Gong Bingye smiled faintly, like a blooming flower. "I have already decided. The Gong family cannot be sustained by a woman like me."

Wang Hu clenched his fists, feeling his own inadequacy, and gazed at the towering mountain peak—the sacred sect land that everyone yearned for.

"Let's go up," Gong Bingye said.

"Mm," Wang Hu nodded.

This trip brought along some attendants, all guards trained by the Gong family over the years.

…

"Who are you?" When Gong Bingye and her party reached the mountain, they were stopped by the sect's mountain-guarding disciples.

"Honored sirs, this humble woman is Gong Bingye, head of the Gong family in Mocheng. I have come up the mountain to seek Lin Fan," Gong Bingye said.

The two mountain-guarding disciples were taken aback. "You're looking for our Uncle Lin? He went down the mountain two months ago and hasn't returned yet."

Gong Bingye had previously harbored some doubt about Lin Fan's identity, but upon hearing these words from the mountain gate disciples, she felt relieved.

"This humble woman is Lin Fan's concubine. I have come to find him, as he said I could come to the Saint Sect to look for him," Gong Bingye said.

The mountain-guarding disciples' expressions changed. They exchanged glances. Uncle Lin's concubine? How could that be? But then they looked at Gong Bingye.

They had to admit that even the female disciples of Jialan Peak might not compare to her, except for the senior sister Mu Bingyan, who could rival her. Truly, no one was more beautiful.

They say beauty is but a skeleton, but how many can see through it all?

Thinking that Uncle Lin was also a man, it wasn't impossible that he had gotten into some romantic entanglements after going down the mountain.

"Wait a moment. I'll go report this now."

"Thank you for your trouble."

…

The mountain-guarding disciple then hurried off to inform Supreme Elder Wuyan. Since Uncle Lin left, Wuyan had gone down the mountain many times to search for him but never found him. Now this woman claiming to be Uncle Lin's concubine had come to the door—it was rather strange.

For the past two months, Wuyan had been unable to eat or sleep, constantly wondering where that little brat had run off to.

He had searched thousands of miles around but still found nothing. Especially since the kid didn't leak any aura, completely concealing himself, making it impossible to track him. In the end, he gave up.

"Elder, at the mountain gate there is a woman claiming to be Uncle Lin's concubine..."

Wuyan was startled, then transformed into a beam of light and appeared at the mountain gate in an instant.

The moment Supreme Elder Wuyan appeared, he carefully examined the woman before him. Though he was a hundred years old and his heart was usually calm, he had to admit that this woman was spirited and moving, though her talent was somewhat lacking.

As to whether she was really that kid's concubine, Wuyan couldn't be sure. After all, if he were young, such a beauty might have captivated him too.

As for that kid, although he had no romantic affairs in the sect, at first glance he didn't seem like a good person. It was entirely possible that after going down the mountain, he had fooled around and incurred some romantic debts.

After all, even the sect master and others had gone through such love trials in their youth.

But it was the first time someone had come to the door like this.

That kid was something. When he returned, they would have to have a serious talk.