Chapter 457: Chapter 455 The Scarcity of Yang Evil

Watching the two of them playfully bicker, Zhong Lin could sense that Chi Zhonglin was indeed doing much better than in the previous days. After all, as Martial Artists who have understood life and death and cultivated an Undying Body, romantic feelings for them are merely the spices in their long lives. If they were like those Immortal Gods in movies from past lives, who only focused on love, they’d likely have perished long ago.

Chi Zhonglin patted Zhong Lin’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’m fine. Also, don’t tell Master.”

Isn’t that last sentence the real point?

Zhong Lin pouted, but seeing his Second Senior Brother’s embarrassed expression, he said no more.

“Senior Brother, I’ve reached Perfection in Yin Evil.”

“Isn’t it just Yin Evil Per… As if, so fast?”

Chi Zhonglin grabbed Zhong Lin’s arm, and an incredibly strong stream of Spiritual Origin surged into his body immediately.

“Solid foundation, abundant Qi-Blood, Xuandan Mixed Essence, truly perfect? How can it be so fast? How long have you been in the Yin Yang Realm?”

Chi Zhonglin was full of disbelief. Although he always wanted Zhong Lin to have unparalleled aptitude and enormous potential, even reaching the Immortal Golden Core, wasn’t it said that the stronger the foundation, the slower the cultivation speed? Why is the breakthrough speed so fast?

Could it be because of the Five Directions Divine Beasts’ Spirit?

“Senior Brother figured it out.” Zhong Lin smiled.

Chi Zhonglin patted Zhong Lin’s shoulder heavily, sighing, “It seems the ’Five Elements Mixed Essence Skill’ you created really has the potential to become divine! So you want to seek Yang Evil to use it to breakthrough the Yang Evil Realm?”

“Yang Evil? I have it!”

At the sound of these words, Bian Yingjie retrieved a crystal ball from his Storage Bracelet. As soon as the crystal ball appeared, a scorching aura filled the entire palace, making one feel as if they were standing before a bonfire.

“This is the Fourth Grade Yang Evil I acquired from a ruin a few days ago, it’s a gift for Junior Brother Zhong.”

Bian Yingjie waved his palm, and the crystal ball landed in Zhong Lin’s arms, he said generously.

Looking down at the crystal ball in his arms, Zhong Lin felt a wave of emotion.

Compared to Yin Evil, Yang Evil is much more precious, and this is a Fourth Grade Yang Evil. If it were to be placed in Tianqi Pavilion, it could sell for at least a million True Essence Pills, if not more.

At this moment, Zhong Lin re-evaluated the relationship between his Second Senior Brother and Bian Yingjie. To give away such a treasure, no wonder Chi Zhonglin said they are bonded for life and death.

A trace of gratitude also flashed in Chi Zhonglin’s eyes, yet he still teased, “You consider giving a Fourth Grade Yang Evil? My junior brother in Dan City holds a First Grade title, forged an Immortal Golden Core, and even used a First Grade Sea Heart Yin Evil to temper his Golden Core, breaking through the Yin Yang Realm. Do you think a Fourth Grade Yang Evil is suitable?”

Pa!

Bian Yingjie, just about to take a sip from his cup, fumbled his grasp, causing the cup to fall to the ground, his eyes wide in disbelief as he looked at Zhong Lin.

“Did you say which grade?”

Seeing Bian Yingjie’s gaping expression, Chi Zhonglin triumphantly said, “First Grade, Immortal Golden Core.”

Bian Yingjie’s eyes seemed glued to Zhong Lin, and after a long pause, he sighed deeply, “As expected of a Holy Land Disciple, far beyond us Loose Cultivators to compare. Here I was, proud of my Second Grade Pill achievement, yet Immortal Golden Core, First Grade Yin Evil, such potential, becoming a Sealed King is within reach.”

Zhong Lin also smiled and said, “Senior Brother Bian does not need to be so humble, achieving Second Grade Pill as a Loose Cultivator is already a rare talent, I’ve only benefited from the Sect’s resources. If our roles were reversed, I might not be as successful as you, Senior Brother Bian.”

Chi Zhonglin gave Zhong Lin a glance, a slight smile on his lips, but said nothing more.

He knew his junior brother had already condensed a Second Grade Xuandan when joining the Sect, and Bian Yingjie had attained an Ancient Sect legacy, granting him the opportunity for a Second Grade Pill. In this regard, his junior brother’s talents were superior.

Suddenly, as if recalling something, Chi Zhonglin slightly frowned and said, “Junior Brother, are you planning to return to the Sect to ask Master for a First Grade Yang Evil?”

“Yes.”

“Not wise, not wise.”

“Why is that?” Zhong Lin asked, puzzled.

Chi Zhonglin explained, “Though Master is the Sect’s executor of justice, one must remember that the Sect does not adhere to a single person’s authority. If it were Yin Evil, it wouldn’t be much trouble, but Yang Evil is overly precious, even Master cannot simply acquire it without your sufficient contributions.”

“Even with such talents as Junior Brother Zhong’s, it’s impossible?” Bian Yingjie queried.

“Good aptitude is merely a foundation; one cannot rely solely on that. The Heavenly Sword Sacred Land governs a vast realm, filled with talents as numerous as fish in the river, beyond count. As far as I know, those in the Outer Sect who have condensed a Second Grade Xuandan are not less than fingers on one hand. If talents alone secured unlimited resources, the Sect would have been torn apart long ago. It is the Sect’s endless stream of strong figures, coupled with a perfected system, that has allowed it to stand unfaltering for millions of years while flourishing.” Chi Zhonglin stated.

Zhong Lin agreed with this point, as some novels in his previous world depicted Holy Lands where disciples oppressed each other, appropriated resources, Sect Elders deceived one another, and assassinated talented disciples…

If it were indeed so, the Sect disciples would’ve lost unity long ago, and at the slightest disturbance would fall apart immediately, self-destructing. There’s no way such a Sect could endure a thousand or even a million years.

A Sect’s strength requires not just a cadre of strong members, but also a flawless system where everything operates under that system. While darkness may exist, it dares not be overtly blatant.

Although he agreed and enjoyed the system, when it affected him, Zhong Lin felt an immense sense of helplessness.

“Second Senior Brother, how much contribution is needed to exchange for a First Grade Yang Evil?” Zhong Lin asked.

“I’m not sure, but Senior Brother did manage it back then, and it took him a full hundred years to obtain it.”

“A hundred years?”

Zhong Lin couldn’t resist a startled exclamation.

A hundred years compared to the Life and Death Realm’s two-thousand-year lifespan isn’t much. Managing to exchange for a sliver of First Grade Yang Evil within a hundred years is indeed a bargain, but for Zhong Lin, it felt excessively long, for he hadn’t even cultivated for a hundred years yet!

“Is there no other way?”

“There is, by seeking fortune on your own.” Chi Zhonglin replied.

At these words, Zhong Lin felt somewhat deflated; Heaven and Earth contain evil, with evils divided into Yin and Yang. There’s more Yin Evil, relatively speaking, even plenty of First Grade Yin Evil, otherwise Master wouldn’t have been able to find it for him directly.

But Yang Evil is extremely rare; a book records the various types of Yang Evil existing under Heaven and Earth. Lower grades are manageable, but above Third Grade, their numbers dwindle rapidly. With less than a hundred known First Grade Yang Evils.

So even if the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land possesses First Grade Yang Evil, it’s certainly not numerous. This probably explains why Senior Brother, despite his exceptional talent, still required nearly a century to exchange for it.

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