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Song Yuanqiao saw through Zhang Sanfeng’s act but chose not to expose it.
Instead, he answered directly.
“Third Brother’s disciple?”
Zhang Sanfeng smiled.
“Who would’ve thought that after Third Brother was crippled, his fortune would actually improve? To think he’d accept a disciple with such extraordinary talent.”
He waved his hand.
“No need, no need. Now that I know who he is, you don’t have to take me there.”
With that, his figure flickered and disappeared.
Watching him leave, Song Yuanqiao smiled and shook his head.
Even at his age, his master still hadn’t outgrown the heart of an old prankster.
Meanwhile, Zhang Sanfeng had already arrived outside Yu Daiyan’s courtyard.
Just as he was about to vault over the wall, the courtyard gate quietly opened, and a young Daoist novice walked out.
“A nine-year-old Daoist novice… Is this the boy?”
Zhang Sanfeng muttered to himself.
His eyes gleamed mischievously as he silently followed behind the child.
Lin Yang had no idea that Wudang Mountain’s greatest expert was secretly following him.
After returning to the courtyard with Yu Daiyan, his life had quickly returned to its usual routine.
Although Yu Daiyan’s praise and the admiration from Song Yuanqiao and the others had greatly satisfied his vanity, he soon calmed himself down.
Those compliments, aside from stroking his ego, offered him little real benefit for the time being.
He still had to honestly complete the Academic Genius System’s missions.
Only the System’s rewards were truly worthwhile.
Moreover, after breaking through to the Post-Heaven Realm in the future, he would still need the System’s rewards to create medicinal pills that better suited his own needs.
That was what truly deserved his attention.
As for the cultivation method he had handed over…
He simply considered it repayment for Wudang Mountain’s kindness over the years.
Putting the matter behind him, Lin Yang resumed his daily routine between Yu Daiyan’s courtyard and the Scripture Pavilion.
He soon arrived at the pavilion and took his usual seat in a secluded corner on the second floor.
There, he continued reading the medical and alchemy books he had yet to finish.
Ever since Zhang Songxi had openly shown his appreciation for Lin Yang, the Daoists studying nearby had begun keeping a respectful distance from him.
As a result, the seats around him remained pleasantly empty.
Lin Yang naturally welcomed the peace and quiet.
After finishing his reading, he returned to Yu Daiyan’s courtyard and spent the afternoon practicing swordsmanship.
Although his previous research had given him a much deeper and more fundamental understanding of the sword, he still needed to integrate that knowledge into instinct.
At the same time, he continuously dismantled and reconstructed the hundreds of sword techniques he had created.
He didn’t yet know how useful or powerful those techniques truly were.
But he believed that the foundations he was laying now would eventually reward him many times over.
Early the next morning, Lin Yang once again took one of the vitality-replenishing pills Yu Daiyan had given him.
Using the newly restored vitality and blood, he circulated his perfected Basic Internal Art, converting them into internal energy.
This routine continued day after day.
Before he knew it… Another seven days had passed.
Throughout those seven days, Zhang Sanfeng quietly observed every single one of Lin Yang’s actions.
He discovered that the young Daoist’s daily routine was disciplined beyond imagination.
Not only was it unlike any ordinary child…
Even most Daoists couldn’t maintain such consistency.
Every day consisted of only three things.
Cultivating internal energy.
Reading books.
Practicing swordsmanship.
There were no other activities.
Most people would have found such a life unbearably monotonous.
Yet the young Daoist genuinely enjoyed it, without the slightest trace of boredom.
Even Zhang Sanfeng found it remarkable.
He also noticed something unexpected.
The cultivation method Lin Yang practiced was far more complex than he had anticipated.
Although he had deliberately avoided asking Song Yuanqiao to show him the advanced foundational cultivation method, his nearly hundred years of cultivation experience allowed him to judge a great deal simply by watching Lin Yang practice.
He instinctively felt that the cultivation method this child was using was even more profound…
And even more powerful… Than the one capable of matching the effects of a Qi Gathering Pill.
“So the boy is still hiding something… Interesting. Very interesting. A nine-year-old Daoist novice not only creates a cultivation method capable of matching the effects of a Qi Gathering Pill… But after giving that technique to the sect, he secretly keeps an even more advanced foundational cultivation method for himself. Since when have foundational cultivation methods become so common?”
Countless ancient records and secret legends surfaced in Zhang Sanfeng’s mind.
As he pieced them together, an astonishing possibility gradually began taking shape.
That day, Lin Yang had just left the Scripture Pavilion.
Several books were tucked under his arm.
Halfway down the path, an elderly man with white hair casually walked over beside him.
“Little fellow, finished reading? Heading back now?”
Lin Yang stopped walking.
He turned to examine the old man.
His hair was messy.
His Daoist robe had been washed until it was almost white with age.
Several patches had even been sewn onto it.
“A poor old Daoist? Does Wudang even have someone like this? Could he be a wandering priest from some small mountain temple who’s staying here temporarily?”
That was Lin Yang’s first thought.
“Yes. Is there something you need, Elder?”
As he answered, he subtly took half a step backward.
The old Daoist looked… mentally a little unusual.
Although Lin Yang wasn’t worried that anyone would openly attack him inside Wudang, he still instinctively stayed on guard.
“Don’t worry, little fellow. I’m not about to lay a hand on a child like you.”
Zhang Sanfeng laughed.
“I’ve been observing you for several days now. There are a few things I’d like to ask you. Would you be willing to humor an old man?”
Lin Yang’s heart skipped a beat.
His mind immediately began racing.
This old Daoist had been observing him for several days…
Yet he hadn’t noticed a thing.
Clearly, this shabby old man wasn’t simply some wandering priest.
He was an extremely powerful expert.
“If there’s something you’d like to ask, then go ahead. Though I can’t promise I’ll be able to answer.”
“That’s fine, that’s fine. Answer if you can. If you can’t, just say you don’t know.”
Zhang Sanfeng clapped his hands together, his eyes shining as he stared at Lin Yang.
“Then I’ll ask.”
“Please do, Elder.”
Lin Yang quietly glanced around.
This stretch of the path was fairly secluded.
Even if he cried for help, no one would likely arrive in time.
If this old Daoist suddenly decided to do something…
He could very well be in danger.
For now, the safest option was to cooperate.
“Little fellow…”
Zhang Sanfeng fixed his gaze on Lin Yang.
“Have you awakened the memories of a previous life?”
Lin Yang’s pupils instantly contracted.
He involuntarily stumbled back several steps.
His transmigration into this world…
Was the deepest secret he possessed.
Yet this old Daoist had somehow uncovered the secret hidden deepest within his heart after observing him for only a few days.
For the first time since arriving in this world…
Lin Yang felt genuine panic.
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