CHAPTER 498: CHAPTER 389: MODIFYING THE LEGACY

"Mr. President, this is the herbal soup that the lady asked me to deliver."

The maid respectfully placed the porcelain bowl on the table in front of her, her gaze curiously sweeping over the paper crane on the chair beside her before she slowly withdrew.

As the maid left, the President picked up the soup bowl and smiled at the paper crane, saying, "Won’t you have something to eat, senior? This medicinal cuisine was meticulously prepared by a Pill Master under my command. Even after my daily consumption, it has proved quite beneficial and can enhance one’s constitution somewhat."

The President looked at the paper crane before him, very curious about the current state of the Immortal behind it.

Was it a true descent to the mortal world? A severe wound left untreated? Spellcasting across realms? Or the old switcheroo... or perhaps some other, even more peculiar state?

Yet the paper crane paid no heed to the President’s probing, nor did it have any intention of revealing its true form in front of him. It straightforwardly refused him and then returned to the topic at hand.

"Lin Xing is not so easy to deal with."

"Catching one or two of his flaws is useless; only by catching all of his flaws can we truly suppress him."

"Otherwise, as long as we leave him any chance to turn the tables, we’ll simply have to fight another round."

"Oh?" The President mused, "So you still want to wait for the other party to reveal more flaws."

The aged voice from within the paper crane said solemnly, "If it’s said that... when I fight, I must win and can be called the strongest, then Lin Xing is such that, as long as he doesn’t wish to, no one in both realms can battle him, and he can be called invincible."

"But as long as one lives in this world, there are always moments one cannot escape."

"Even as an Immortal, in the end, one is but a creature that has harnessed great power, and there are still things one is unwilling to let go of."

"And Lin Xing’s temperament determines that he will fail on this point."

The paper crane said blandly, "Perhaps this is what they call that blasted fate."

"The strongest and the invincible, huh?" The President nodded thoughtfully and then smiled, "It really makes me look forward to it. Are you interested in lending a hand, senior, to let me see what the strongest truly means?"

As he spoke, the tips of his fingers flickered slightly, generating streaks of electricity that slithered like serpents through his hands.

The elderly voice from the paper crane spoke slowly, "Junior, since you’ve tested me repeatedly, if I didn’t give you a response, it would seem as though I were afraid of you."

"However, once I make a move, someone must die."

"Although I don’t wish to kill you, I can still teach you a lesson."

The President, who was just playing with the lightning at his fingertips, suddenly stopped, because the lightning that had been flickering in his hands had somehow vanished without a trace.

At the same time, a strong scent of blood rushed to the surface.

And the head of the very maid who had brought the soup was now lying in his embrace, staining the President red with blood.

Streams of blood continued to trickle down his clothes and pants, drip by drip, sprinkling onto the floor.

Looking at the head in his embrace, the President showed a hint of surprise, "Senior, you indeed have remarkable skills."

He lifted the maid’s head to look at it, allowing the still-warm blood to flow from his palm, emitting wisps of white vapor.

Sensing the situation inside the head, the President thought to himself, "It seems she was already dead before her head was taken off... interesting."

With a rumble and a flash of lightning, the head in the President’s hands turned into a wisp of green smoke.

He looked nonchalantly at the paper crane as if he had just casually discarded some trash.

"Senior, with regards to East Sea City, it seems we’ll need to keep an eye on Zhao Ping and the Sky Beast, waiting for Lin Xing to reveal more flaws?"

The paper crane, too, seemed unconcerned with the maid’s fate, as though it had merely stepped on an ant by accident.

It said coldly, "But you really should pay a personal visit to East Sea City now; at least, we cannot let Lin Xing continue to do as he pleases so smoothly any longer."

Hearing the paper crane’s reply, the President slowly said, "Visiting East Sea City is not an issue. After all, since achieving the fourth realm of Immortal landscape, I’ve been wanting to take a trip to Xia Country anyway."

"However, the Great Bright Buddha’s recent actions have been so conspicuous, it seems he’s gained quite a bit on the Moon. Do you want me to also stop by and test the waters?"

Upon receiving the paper crane’s affirmative response, the President’s face revealed a hint of a smile, "Senior, we’ve done so much. How have you considered the terms I mentioned last time?"

Seeing that the paper crane did not respond, the President was in no hurry, continuing to say, "I am a disciple of an overseas Immortal sect. At the age of 16, I completed my studies and went out to sea. After braving the winds and waves for 4 years, and surviving countless betrayals and fights to the death, I finally arrived in the Central Plains."

"But the supposed source of the Immortal Dao, the ancestral home of Martial Arts, proved deeply disappointing to me."

"Not only were the legendary Immortals no longer present, but a prosperous era of ascensions hasn’t occurred in nearly a thousand years."

"In the Central Plains, from the court down to the nine major sects, after one glance, all I saw were worthless wretches... "

At this point, the President sighed, "I originally wanted to find a better lineage in the Central Plains to prepare for my future ascension. But who would have thought that the so-called Central Plains were already in such disarray."

"I couldn’t find a satisfactory lineage and, in the end, could only revert back to practicing the teachings of my own sect..."

The President was dissatisfied with the original inheritance of his sect, and one major reason was that the fourth-level Heavenly King inheritance he possessed had a flaw.

It was like the soldiers and Daoist Child of the first transmission, who varied in strength at different stages.

Initially, the soldiers might be stronger in combat, but once the Daoist Child mastered spiritual thoughts and learned all kinds of Daoist techniques, they could steadily surpass the soldiers.

And similar situations occurred after the fourth transmission.

The Heavenly King inheritance controlled by the President was initially peerless in power, ranking among the top in the fourth-level transmissions in terms of combat ability.

However, as each of the four-transmitters’ cultivation deepened, the combat power of the Heavenly King inheritance would gradually fall behind in the rankings, turning from the top-tier combat power to a mid to lower level.

Originally, the President planned to rely on his own power, as well as various weapons and armors, to compensate for this issue.

But the appearance of an Immortal before him gave him a new goal.

"The fourth transmission is divided into nine levels of immortal realms, with each realm stronger than the previous."

"It’s a pity that there are some imperfections in the final three realms of my Heavenly King inheritance. I wonder if the elder might be able to modify the deficiencies in this Heavenly King inheritance?"

When the President learned that the skills and enhancements Lin Xing possessed had been weakened by the Immortals of the Immortal Court, he wondered if the cultivation that could be weakened could also be enhanced?

Thus, he thought that if he could utilize the authority of the Immortal Court to increase the strength of his own Heavenly King inheritance, many things would become simpler.

He wouldn’t have to worry about being surpassed or even defeated by the other three Immortal Emperors in the future.

At this moment, the paper crane before the President replied, "All the Immortal Dao techniques in this world are acquired through transmission from the higher realms."

"Therefore, all inheritances in this world are recorded in the Immortal Court, and since the Immortal Court governs the rotation of the sun and the moon and operates the Heavenly Dao, it naturally can manage all sorts of inheritances in this world."

"To modify your Heavenly King inheritance is not impossible."

Just as the voice from the paper crane had the President’s heart burning with excitement, what the other party said next poured cold water on him.

"But if anyone could easily modify inheritances, the world would have been in great chaos long ago."

"The mystery behind it involves the operation of the Heavenly Dao, which is the supreme secret of the Immortal Court, and I cannot possibly reveal it to you."

"All I can tell you is that if you wish to correct your own inheritance through the Immortal Court, you’d better give up that idea as soon as possible."

Although the President was filled with disappointment after hearing this, his ambition ignited even more.

After all, he had never really thought that the condition he proposed would necessarily be accepted; it was more about probing the Immortal Court and collecting information.

And the information he got from the other party only made his desire and ambition to take control of the Immortal Court stronger.

As if not to let the President be too disappointed, the voice from the paper crane persuaded again, "You needn’t worry too much about the Heavenly King inheritance being inferior to the other four in the future. I can help you reforge the Heavenly King inheritance, modify the cultivation method, and develop another three realms of immortal scenery. I will ensure you won’t be weaker than the other four transmitters."

"If even this doesn’t satisfy you, I will help you ascend to the Immortal Court in the future. How can your prospects compare to those of the wild Immortals?"

With a slight smile, the President eventually agreed to the deal, letting the other party assist with modifying the cultivation method of his Heavenly King inheritance.

First, he would make a trip to see the Great Bright Buddha to have a talk, and then he would descend upon East Sea City...

...

Several days later.

In a bustling subterranean square of East Sea City.

Lin Xing sat in front of a small stall, earnestly enjoying the potstickers before him.

The crispy shell cracked open under his teeth, and the savory juice flowed out, gradually filling his mouth.

"Hand me one," Bai Yiyi’s voice salivating from Lin Xing’s chest kept coming, "Quickly, hand one to your master."

A surge of spiritual thought swept over a potsticker, which disappeared into Lin Xing’s chest.

Across from Lin Xing, Duan Feixia sat nervously in her chair, glancing around as if she were afraid someone would come to catch her.

Watching Lin Xing still eating, she couldn’t help but ask, "Why did we have to come out anyway? Aren’t the people from New Country still looking for us? What would we do if they caught us?"

These past days, she had been dragged all over the city by Lin Xing.

Duan Feixia had thought he had some important things to do, but it turned out he seemed to be just looking for food everywhere, completely indulging in a culinary tour.

Lin Xing, however, spoke calmly, "Relax a bit, East Sea City is so big, we won’t so easily run into the people who are after you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm and said, "Give me some Yang Dust Gu."

Duan Feixia sighed helplessly, her delicate fingers lightly touching his palm. These past few days, aside from eating everywhere every day, he had been continuously asking her to produce various Dust Gu.