Although it was just a question, the meaning was clear. Miao Yan was certain that this was the work of the 'Curator'. Lin Jin could obviously tell so he nodded in acknowledgment without explaining.
"Your master is truly a celestial being," Spiritual Master Miao Yan exclaimed.
It was very simple, because if he were to come up with a forging method, even if it was a magical treasure that he was most proficient in, he would not be able to do it in such detail.
He had to be impressed.
"Don't worry, Brother Lin. Leave this Purple Thunderbolt Needle to me. It might take a few days so please stay at Xuan Dao Sect for the time being. You are free to go anywhere in the sect."
Since these words came from Spiritual Master Miao Yan, they weren't mere pleasantries.
In other words, with these words, Lin Jin could go anywhere he wanted in Xuan Dao Sect.
Having said that, Spiritual Master Miao Yan went over to chat with the immortal qilin for a while before bidding him farewell. The immortal qilin looked exhausted, which was to be expected. Based on Lin Jin's analysis, the immortal qilin's injuries were not to be underestimated. It had probably been in hibernation for most of the past few years, so it wouldn't be long before it woke up.
This was the easiest way to recuperate. If there were no accidents, the immortal qilin would be going back to sleep for the next few days.
Before he left, the immortal qilin gave Lin Jin something.
It was a scale.
It was the size of a palm and looked like something a blacksmith forged with five-colored celestial iron.
At first, Lin Jin didn't know what it was nor did he understand the immortal qilin's intentions. But after he took it, he knew what it was.
"Mr. Lin, do you know what this is?" The immortal qilin looked expectant. The way it observed Lin Jin seemed to have changed.
Lin Jin obviously knew what it was.
However, Lin Jin shook his head with a smile. "I can't tell for now. I need to study it."
The immortal qilin thought for a moment. "Mr. Lin, you can keep this for me. If you manage to figure something out, please let me know. I will reward you handsomely."
After saying that, he took another look at the scale that he had already handed over, then took his leave.
Was there a beast in this world that Lin Jin couldn't identify?
Obviously not.
The moment Lin Jin picked up the scale, he knew where it came from.
'Scale of a Rank 9 immortal-devouring beast. I didn't expect something like this to exist, 'Lin Jin mumbled to himself. After giving it some thought, Lin Jin figured out what was going on.
The Qilin Immortal Beast was injured by the Immortal Devouring Beast. At that time, the Qilin Immortal Beast was an Eighth Rank Immortal Beast. It was extremely powerful and it must have had a huge battle with the Immortal Devouring Beast.
The outcome was that the Qilin Immortal Beast was almost killed, and it suffered a heavy injury from then on and was struggling at death's door. This scale was probably something that the Qilin Immortal Beast had stripped off from the Immortal Devouring Beast.
One was heavily injured and half dead, while the other only lost a scale. It was obvious who was stronger.
"Is there such a huge difference between Rank 8 and Rank 9?" Lin Jin's expression turned grim. However, it was still too early for him to think about this.
Currently, the most powerful Ghost-Blood Beast he had was only at the sixth level, and Xiao Huo was only at the fifth level. Nine Yang Crystals were not easy to obtain. Even if he managed to get his hands on one, Xiao Huo would only be at the sixth level.
The difference between the sixth rank and the eighth rank was quite large, not to mention the ninth rank.
Perhaps in this world, only the Immortal Devouring Beast had reached Level Nine.
"There's still a long way to go!" Lin Jin grumbled. Chen Xuankong came in and led Lin Jin away.
Next, Lin Jin was arranged to stay at Xuan Dao Sect for the time being.
Spiritual Master Miao Yan would probably need at least three to five days to refine the Purple Thunder Needle. Lin Jin knew this very well. The more powerful the Purple Thunder Needle was, the harder it was to refine.
To put it simply, the Purple Thunder Needle was the highest grade of refinement needles. If Lin Jin wanted to refine one himself, he would have to at least reach the realm of true immortality.
But in reality, who knew how long it would take for him to reach that level? Hence, by borrowing the power of others, Lin Jin could obviously experience the power of the Purple Thunder Needle in advance.
"Brother Lin, this is my sect's guesthouse. It's a little crude, so please forgive me." Chen Xuankong led Lin Jin to an exquisite courtyard built with suspended rocks.
The so-called suspended rock courtyard was a giant boulder about twenty feet in the air. Below it was a series of floating rocks that served as a flight of stairs. Once they reached the top, a small courtyard was built on top of the boulder. It wasn't big and there was only one room inside. There was no bed, only a cushion for meditation. There was an incense burner, a writing desk, and a stone table and stools in the yard. It was simple, but it definitely wasn't crude.
Lin Jin took one look and immediately fell in love with this place.
"I like the elegance of this place!" Lin Jin was telling the truth. After settling Lin Jin in, Chen Xuankong didn't leave immediately. Instead, at Lin Jin's request, he brought Lin Jin around Xuan Dao Sect.
Xuan Dao Sect had obviously expanded the space using Universal Spell so it was quite spacious. However, the scenery inside the sect was beautiful. Although there were many pavilions, there were only a few people.
Chen Xuankong told Lin Jin that there was nothing he could do about it. After all, the number of immortals was declining. It wasn't just Xuan Dao Sect, it was the same for other immortal sects.
Many of the immortals in these sects had escaped during the great calamity of immortality. Now, they were at least several thousand years old and didn't have much lifespan left.
True immortals like Spiritual Master Miao Yan were fine. Otherwise, prodigies like Chen Xuankong who had reached the peak of the pseudo immortal realm would be fine too.
However, most immortals didn't have such capabilities.
In the past thousand years, many immortals had died due to the exhaustion of their lifespans.
That was why many immortals were actually thinking of ways to "sleep." This was a specialized immortal magic that would reduce one's lifespan by a third. Of course, this was true sleep, not secluded meditation or cultivation. But there was no other way. In order to live a bit longer, immortals could only do this.
There were also some disciples from immortal sects who looked old but were actually much younger than senior disciples like Chen Xuankong.
These were also immortals. Many of them were also mortal disciples who were brought in during the great calamity of immortality.
Back then, they were mortals, perhaps even children who didn't know much. But after so many years, they had all become immortals and had grown older.
Due to the lack of knowledge, they looked much older. Some were even trembling. Along the way, Lin Jin encountered several white-haired old immortals who bowed to Chen Xuankong and addressed him as' Elder Senior Brother '.
This scene couldn't get any weirder.
Just then, Lin Jin saw Zuo Men and Huangshi in the portable library up ahead, each holding a book in their hands. They were so engrossed in their reading that they didn't even notice Lin Jin's approach. It was clear how engrossed they were in their reading.
Lin Jin didn't disturb them.
This state of hypnotism was an opportunity. If he ruined it, he would be ruining their chance at a breakthrough. Lin Jin wouldn't do something so immoral.
Also, it seemed like Zuo Men and Huangshi would take a long time to achieve hypnotism. Since Lin Jin was going to stay at Xuan Dao Sect for a while, he might as well let them go.
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