The Prodigies War-Novel

Lan Qinghen made a decision right away, looking solemn as she asked, “Everyone, I’ve made up my mind to help out Young Master Lin. What are your thoughts?”

The dignitaries all nodded without hesitation!

Their attitude had taken a complete turnaround as Lin Xun had not only helped them resolve a great crisis but also returned a long-lost treasure to their clan!

Whether it was out of repayment or any other reasons, it was impossible for them to refuse him.

A satisfied smile bloomed on Lan Qinghen’s lips. “Since that is the case, I’ll go and report this to the High Priest. With his help, I’m sure Young Master Lin will find a safe path to the lower world.”

Lin Xun got up and cupped his fist. “Thank you for your help, Seniors.”

His current cultivation was enough to put him on an equal footing with anyone here, but as a friend of Caicai’s, he naturally wouldn’t act all high and mighty at a time like this.

“There’s no need to be polite, Young Master Lin. It is our honor to be able to aid you.” Lan Qinghen laughed.

The atmosphere in the great hall became cordial and pleasant again.

That night, Lan Qinghen came with the good news that the High Priest of the Cloud Weaver Clan had agreed to help.

However, calculating the coordinates from the rules of the void required extreme caution and a lot of preparation time, so the High Priest had set the date to seven days later.

Lin Xun had no objections to this.

……

Three days later.

An indigo-colored treasure ship cut through the heavens and descended on the Cloud Weaver Clan’s territory.

In a violet robe with a white-jade belt and a feathered crown on his head, a handsome Ye Chen unboarded.

Next to him, Ye Feiheng said respectfully, “Young Master, this is the Cloud Weaver Clan.”

With his hands crossed behind his back, Ye Chen casually surveyed the surroundings. “You made a mistake this time, Sixth Uncle, but since Lin Xun chose to forgive you, I’ll let this slide. However…”

Ye Feiheng’s heart tightened.

Ye Chen continued, “You know what to do about the Golden Spectral Sparrow Clan, don’t you?”

Ye Feiheng nodded repeatedly. “I understand!”

According to seniority, Ye Chen still needed to call Ye Feiheng his uncle, but as the only heir of the Ye Clan, his status was naturally much higher than the latter’s.

On top of that, Ye Chen was a Supreme King at the seventh longevity stage and was highly regarded by the Ye Clan’s Saint as its future pillar.

Under these circumstances, Ye Feiheng did not dare assume the identity of a senior in front of him at all!

“Let’s go and meet Lin Xun!” Without sparing Ye Feiheng another glance, Ye Chen marched toward the Cloud Weaver Clan.

……

“Even the young master of the Ye Clan has come in person!”

“Master Lin is truly capable!”

“Keep your voices down.”

Today, the Cloud Weaver Clan welcomed a special VIP, which caused an uproar among their clansmen and got them discussing excitedly.

The Ye Clan of Crape Myrtle Mountain was a topclass behemoth in the North Dipper World. As the next in line to its throne, Ye Chen’s status was naturally extraordinary.

However, they all knew that Ye Chen was here not because of them, but to see Lin Xun.

At the moment, Ye Chen was wearing a displeased expression. “Lin Xun, why didn’t you notify me that you’ve come to the North Dipper World?”

Lin Xun was stunned. “You really came to criticize me?”

Ye Chen was speechless. “How dare I criticize the hallowed Demon God Lin? My Third Granduncle, well, he’s that old man called Ye Jiuxiao, asked me to personally deliver you a message: The battle of the nine domains will probably arrive in less than ten years, so make sure that you will attend.”

Lin Xun assented. Of course he would attend. However, he found it strange that Ye Chen was sent here for such a trivial task as delivering a message.

Ye Chen explained, “Quasi-Emperor Bai Yujing sent word that if you don’t attend, he’ll be the first to butcher you. This is not a joke, you must take it seriously.”

Lin Xun had heard about Bai Yujing from Mister Miaoxuan and knew some of this person’s deeds. He certainly wouldn’t take Bai Yujing’s words as a joke, but he wasn’t scared or apprehensive of him either.

The conversation that followed was much more relaxed and pleasant.

Ye Chen had come here purely because he wanted to see Lin Xun again. There was no other purpose.

Upon learning that Lin Xun was about to return to the lower world, he rubbed his palms eagerly and wanted to follow along.

However, Lin Xun flatly rejected him, “If those old monsters of your clan knew I abducted their little treasure, they’d be mad at me.”

Ye Chen lamented, “What young master of the Ye Clan? I couldn’t care less. But at the end of the day, my surname is still Ye, so I can’t run amok as I please.”

“A toast to you.” Lin Xun raised his cup.

“Come, come! Nothing beats the happiness of getting drunk!” clamored Ye Chen.

Early the next morning, Ye Chen departed with Ye Feiheng.

Before leaving, he had said that he hoped to meet up with Lin Xun again in the battle of the nine domains.

……

A few days later.

Lin Xun, Zhao Jingxuan, and Toady followed Lan Qinghen to the most important area of the Cloud Weaver Clan.

It was an ancient altar that exuded the scent of time. Built of red, golden, black, blue, and yellow clouds, the altar was holy and solemn.

Above the altar suspended a black hole, boundless and bottomless as if it led to another mysterious world.

“Get ready. I will find a void passage. You need only memorize the spatial nodes, and then you will be able to transfer yourselves between interfaces,” said an old man with thinning hair and beard in a hoarse voice.

He was the High Priest of the Cloud Weaver Clan, who also had an extremely special identity as the Path Guide with the ability to search for spatial coordinates.

With that said, the High Priest walked onto the altar and raised his hand.

Instantly, a mysterious starry sky image emerged from his palm. Billions of stars flowed within, their lights cascading down like a rain, giving off a mysterious feeling of vastness and boundlessness.

“Master Lin, please put this on.” Lan Qinghen presented a battle suit that looked like it was made of silver silk. The suit glowed with a misty, holy light, and holding it felt like one was holding a magnificent star river.

“The Heavenly Star Feather Outfit!” Toady was shocked to see this Saint Treasure that possessed the magical ability to travel through the void and ignore spatial barriers.

Even a Saint would have to salivate at the sight of such a treasure.

Lin Xun was also stunned, then hurriedly declined it. How could he take away the ancestral treasure of the Cloud Weaver Clan?

“Put it on. With your current cultivation, a great spatial shift will instantly mince you all into ash and wipe out all of your existences if you don’t have this treasure.” Lan Qinghen had obviously made a decision long ago, not allowing refusal as she handed it to Lin Xun. “Don’t feel like you owe us anything. You’ve helped our clan a great deal, so you are our benefactor.”

“Thank you so much, Senior!” Lin Xun accepted the outfit, knowing that he couldn’t refuse. “When I return to the Ancient Wasteland Domain, I will definitely return this treasure to you.”

Lan Qinghen smiled and didn’t say anything more.

“It’s ready,” announced the High Priest.

Lin Xun’s group looked up in unison. There they saw above the five-colored altar, the static black hole started to slowly rotate.

In the depths of the black hole, one could vaguely see countless spatial Law Powers tumbling and flowing like water torrents, emitting a palpitating luster.

“That is the spatial storm. In front of it, even Saints are as powerless as ants and will be instantly ripped apart if they are caught in one,” explained Toady with an apprehensive expression.

The power of space was one of the most terrifying and supreme forces in existence. The only spatial ability Saints could grasp was teleportation.

“Little friend, take this totem compass that records the spatial nodes leading to the lower world. Be very, very careful not to make a single mistake.” The High Priest handed Lin Xun a strange compass that looked like it was polished from a beast bone and solemnly emphasized, “A miss is as good as a mile, especially in spatial transportation. One slight mistake, and you may well be lost and trapped in the endless void forever.”

Lin Xun accepted the compass with a serious expression.

Next, the High Priest explained to Lin Xun in great detail how to use the compass to move through the void.

Lin Xun carefully memorized everything, not daring to miss a single detail.

A long time later after everything was said, Lin Xun put Toady and Zhao Jingxuan into the Dao Endless Pagoda, then put on the Heavenly Star Feather Outfit. Finally, he held the totem compass and walked up to the altar under the watchful eyes of the High Priest and Lan Qinghen.

“Farewell, Seniors!” Lin Xun turned around and cupped his fist before resolutely stepping into the black hole. He silently said in his heart, “Ancient Wasteland Domain, I’ll be back…”

The swirling black hole boiled as endless spatial Law Power flickered and engulfed Lin Xun’s figure.

The moment Lin Xun disappeared, the High Priest staggered and coughed out a mouthful of blood. He seemed to be greatly weakened, looking as if he had aged many years.

“High Priest, are you alright?” Lan Qinghen was worried.

“You know it’s natural for the Path Guide to suffer a decrease of cultivation and longevity after searching for spatial coordinates, Qinghen, so no need to be concerned,” said the High Priest hoarsely. “We did him a favor, so if our clan ever comes across a disaster in the future, he will not stand by and watch. For this piece of good karma, the price I paid is nothing.”

Lan Qinghen softly sighed.

Meanwhile, Caicai was looking at the sky high above from the top of her verdant mountain. She murmured, “Please take care, Young Master Lin…”

On this day, Lin Xun left the Ancient Wasteland Domain and crossed the void, embarking on the path back to the lower world.

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In an instant, the atmosphere of the Ancient Wasteland Domain changed, leading to an unknown number of ripples.

All of this had nothing to do with Lin Xun, whose mind had long since flown back to the lower world, to the Ziyao Empire, to Mind Cleansing Peak…

After so many years, would old acquaintances still remain the same?