The giant sword slowly descended, and the magma in the crater began to churn violently, but it was still unable to withstand the pressure of the giant sword.
The disciples of the Blazing Flame Clan scattered in all directions, but they still could not escape the fate of being crushed by the sword energy.
"Boom!"
A colossal sword, thousands of feet long, crashed into the crater of the Burning Heaven Volcano. Its blade pierced through the magma, reaching the very bottom of the volcano, and the violent explosion instantly detonated the entire volcano.
Lava, rocks, and flames flew in all directions, but were all annihilated under the sword energy of the giant sword.
When the smoke and dust cleared, the Fiery Sky Volcano had become a huge crater, and the once scorching magma had disappeared.
All that remained were cold rocks. All the disciples and elders of the Flame Clan, along with their lineage, were utterly annihilated by this single blow.
In the Lingxiao Starfield, the two top powers, the Star Luo Sect and the Blazing Flame Clan, were completely annihilated by Lin Zhou's two flying swords in just half an hour!
Lin Zhou, far away in Luoxing Village, sensed the message transmitted by the flying sword. He gently raised his hand, and two beams of shimmering white sword light instantly flew back into his sleeve, as if they had never left.
His expression remained calm, as if he had only done a trivial matter.
At this moment, all the cultivators in the Lingxiao Starfield who sensed these two acts of destruction were gripped by extreme fear.
Two top-tier powers were wiped out in an instant. Who did this? What kind of being has arrived in the Lingxiao Star Region?
Old Huai, who was hiding in Luoxing Village, was so frightened that his whole body was ice cold and he couldn't even speak.
Bing Qingyan and Luo Yunchu stood rooted to the spot, their faces deathly pale, filled with nothing but deep awe.
They realized that Lin Zhou's strength had far exceeded their imagination.
Just as Lin Zhou retrieved his flying sword, a gentle voice came from the direction of the bamboo forest deep within Falling Star Village.
Like a gentle breeze rustling through bamboo leaves, the words clearly reached his ears: "Fellow Daoist, would you like to come to the bamboo hut for a chat?"
It is the Master.
There was no doubt in Lin Zhou's eyes, given that the Master had previously tacitly approved his killing of Lu Zhizhou.
Regarding the Master's neutral stance when facing the three major powers, he could sense that the Master harbored no hostility towards him, but rather seemed to have anticipated this and was waiting for him.
He turned and walked towards the bamboo forest, his steps relaxed and without the slightest hint of wariness.
Passing through the dense bamboo forest, an ordinary bamboo house came into view.
The bamboo walls were mottled, and the roof was covered with dry thatch. There was no trace of spiritual energy, and it was no different from the dwellings of ordinary villagers.
Two bronze bells hung under the eaves. When the wind blew, their clear and melodious "ding-a-ling" sound dispelled the murderous aura brought by the previous killings.
Lin Zhou gently pushed open the bamboo door. With a creak, the sound of the hinges turning carried a touch of antiquity.
The room was simply furnished with an old wooden table, two bamboo chairs, an open ancient book on the table, and a pot of tea warming beside it, the steam rising and carrying a faint aroma of tea.
Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man, dressed in a faded plain cloth robe, with a few gray hairs at his temples.
With a gentle face and eyes as calm as a lake, showing no signs of cultivation, he looked like an ordinary schoolteacher—this was none other than Master Fu.
Beside him stood a boy of about seven or eight years old, wearing a light blue short jacket, his eyes somewhat vacant.
Clutching a bamboo stick in his hand, he would occasionally poke the ground with it, and he certainly didn't look very bright.
When the Master saw Lin Zhou enter, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he picked up the teapot on the table.
He poured a cup of hot tea into the empty teacup opposite him and said in a gentle voice, "Fellow Daoist, please sit down and try this pre-Qingming tea from Luoxing Village."
Lin Zhou didn't stand on ceremony. He walked straight to the bamboo chair opposite him, sat down, picked up the teacup, and took a small sip.
The tea is slightly astringent, but it has a refreshing herbal aroma. After swallowing, it has a long-lasting sweet aftertaste, making it a rare and excellent tea.
"I am no match for you, fellow Daoist," Master spoke first, his tone calm and undisguised, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.
"Fellow Daoist was able to easily annihilate the Star Luo Sect and the Blazing Flame Clan. This strength has already exceeded the limits of the Lingxiao Star Domain. I dare not stop you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou simply nodded slightly, showing neither humility nor arrogance.
The Master was telling the truth, and he had no reason to deny it.
Looking at Lin Zhou's calm demeanor, a knowing glint flashed in the Master's eyes as he continued:
"Falling Star Village is merely a secluded place, devoid of rare treasures or earth-shattering inheritances. Fellow Daoist, your journey of slaughter is probably not for the sake of Falling Star Village's rules, nor for the power of the Lingxiao Star Region, is it?"
Lin Zhou put down his teacup, looked up at the Master, and said directly, "I want the innate Qi."
He didn't need to beat around the bush; since the Master had taken the initiative to seek him out, he must have already guessed his purpose.
Upon hearing the words "innate Qi," the Master's smile faded slightly. He sighed softly and nodded, "Indeed, it was for that."
He paused, his gaze hardening as he looked at Lin Zhou, his tone gentle yet carrying an unwavering resolve.
"Fellow Daoist, the innate energy is the foundation of Falling Star Village and the key to maintaining the stability of this small realm. I cannot give it to you. Please return."
These words immediately made the atmosphere in the room somewhat heavy.
The little boy beside the table seemed to sense something, stopped poking the ground, looked up at Lin Zhou blankly, his eyes showing no fear, only confusion.
Lin Zhou looked at the Master's resolute eyes, neither getting angry nor immediately taking action.
He could sense that although the Master showed no fluctuations in cultivation, he possessed a unique aura that was closely connected to the origin of Falling Star Village's domain.
If we were to force our way in, it would likely affect the entire Falling Star Village and damage the innate energy.
"I must have this." Lin Zhou's voice was flat, yet carried an unwavering determination.
The innate energy was crucial to his breakthrough, and he would not back down no matter what reason the Master gave.
Upon hearing this, the Master sighed softly, his fingertips tracing the rim of the teacup, his eyes filled with helplessness: "The innate energy is now inextricably linked to my soul and the origin of the Falling Star Village realm."
“Forcibly separating it will only cause it to collapse, and even this small realm will be damaged. But Fellow Daoist's mind is made up, and I cannot stop you…”
He paused, as if making a huge decision, and looked up at Lin Zhou: "I can give you half of my innate energy from my own soul, but you have to agree to two conditions."
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow slightly. Obtaining innate energy without resorting to force was naturally the best option, and he already held scholars like the Master in high regard. So he nodded and said:
"You state your conditions first."
"Firstly," the Master said solemnly, "if in the future Falling Star Village is to suffer a catastrophic disaster and no one can stop it, I would like to ask you, fellow Daoist, to lend a helping hand and protect Falling Star Village."
This condition wasn't difficult for Lin Zhou. After a moment's thought, he nodded in agreement: "Okay."
The teacher breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze shifting to the pillar beside him. His eyes softened instantly, carrying a hint of pleading:
"Secondly, this child is named Zhuzi. He is an orphan I found in my early years. He is somewhat simple-minded. After I pass away, no one will be able to protect him."
"I hope you can adopt him and keep him by your side, at least to ensure his safety for the rest of his life."
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