Chapter 67: We Are the Same Kind of People

“Hiss~” Yu Daoyi drew in a sharp breath, “Cough, cough, it hurts my chest to breathe…”
His words startled everyone; even a fragmentary immortal art was beyond their comprehension. Anything connected to immortals would never be something simple. If these rumors were true, it would mean that this incomplete immortal art alone was enough to destroy a dominant sect at the time!

“There are no secrets that don’t leak out. According to a few disciples from the Southern Profound Sect who were acquainted with him, the man’s talent was good, yet far from the true geniuses. There were many in the sect whose aptitude and cultivation surpassed his.”

“So, whether in talent or cultivation, he was merely above average within the Southern Profound Sect, far from the level of the true prodigies. If one claimed he could grow to such heights alone after several centuries, few would believe it. Yet, after hundreds of years of disappearance, this very man returned strong enough to contend with an entire sect. He must have encountered a great opportunity.”

“So, are you suspecting the inheritance secret realm in the back mountain belongs to him?” Yu Daoyi asked.

Everyone frowned. Anything related to immortals meant the back mountain would not remain peaceful. No one could fathom why such a person would choose this place for his legacy.

“It’s not a suspicion—it’s a certainty. I said, no secret can remain hidden. After such a significant event, his name was known to all of that era. He was called Bai Li Mo.”

“He was an abandoned infant brought back and adopted by an elder of the sect, who was said to hold considerable status within the Southern Profound Sect.”

“And most importantly, on the plaque above the cave mansion in the back mountain, in the lower right corner, there were several inconspicuous characters.”

“‘Left by Bai Li Mo.’”

“…” Yu Daoyi was speechless. After all that speculation, it turned out the man had boldly written his name there.

“This is why the Lin family was willing to take such a risk. They kept this secret for years, placing all hope in Lin Tao, wishing he could inherit this legacy and elevate the Lin family to a new level.”

“They never expected Lin Tao’s arrogance would lead to his demise in the back mountain, nor that the secret realm’s opening would be so earth-shattering.” Yu Daoyi remarked with a hint of mockery.

“How laughable that they concealed this for so many years, endured countless hardships to keep it secret, only for such a spectacle to render the secret impossible to hide,” Lin He echoed.

“A single immortal art—even an incomplete one—can attract countless seekers. This trip to the back mountain truly has been one wave after another,” Song Cheng interjected, his gaze fixed intently on his ‘菜哥’, eyes complex.

“What are you staring at! It’s not my fault! I don’t control that black beam! If I said expand, would it expand? If I said shrink, would it shrink? Don’t blame me!” Sensing the gaze from behind, Yu Daoyi shouted back in frustration.

Then Song Cheng looked up. The sky was dim, and he saw the black beam slowly retracting.

Song Cheng: “…”

Everyone: “…”

Was this man doing it on purpose???

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“…Damn it!” Yu Daoyi, raising his head, was utterly devastated. Usually, even praying for fewer beatings from his father was never this effective…

Lin He stared silently at the black beam for a long while before speaking, “From the looks of it, we are trapped on this back mountain. I’ve observed that the beam covers most of the mountain, and the cave mansion lies within its bounds.”

“Now it’s shrinking, probably leaving some buffer time. Ultimately, it will shrink to where the cave mansion is.”

“By my calculations, we have about seven days. During these seven days, the beam will allow entry but not exit. After seven days, the secret realm will officially open.”

“Seven days? Why would Bai Li Mo do something like this?” Yu Daoyi avoided the increasingly odd and irritable stares behind him, speaking calmly.

“He’s probably waiting—for someone worth waiting for. Someone capable of stirring such waves would never leave his legacy to just anyone. I suspect he left these seven days to await the true candidate.”

“But after seven days, the back mountain will be bustling. There are one hundred eight territories in the Southern Province. Not counting the remote ones, the sects and families neighboring our Southern Mountain territory will surely send people to investigate.”

“Yet only those who practice Qi can enter the cave mansion. Those who arrive without their juniors will surely regret it.”

“You seem quite excited?” Yu Daoyi, considering the possibilities ahead, noticed Lin He’s eager eyes and asked, surprised.

“Because this secret realm was one of my main objectives in coming to the back mountain. I must obtain it.” Lin He snapped his white fan closed, his gaze unwavering.

“Brother Daoyi, the back mountain will soon be in chaos, and we can’t leave for now. How about we join forces for the time being?” Lin He’s gaze toward Yu Daoyi was odd, as if viewing a peerless beauty, eyes bright.

“How can I trust you?” Yu Daoyi felt uneasy under Lin He’s gaze, even a chill.

“If you don’t wish to get involved, you can spend these seven days trying to escape. If you change your mind, I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Why choose me? Surely, in seven days, others more suitable will appear—those with higher cultivation, greater talent, more skill, steadier composure.” Yu Daoyi frowned.

“Ninety-nine percent chance they won’t. I know you’re my best choice right now. You’re different—not like those behind you, not even like your brother.” Lin He shook his head, his tone resolute.

“What gives you that illusion? My good looks?” Yu Daoyi asked earnestly, puzzled.

“Because you and I are the same. We’re the same kind of people.” Lin He ignored his last remark.

Yu Daoyi frowned deeply. He could sense Lin He’s sincerity; with his character, he wouldn’t joke about such things. But what did he mean by ‘the same kind of people’?

“Fine. I won’t speak for others, but I’ll agree personally. If I gain nothing in seven days, I’ll come find you.”

His delicate face still wore that familiar, somewhat mischievous smile.

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“Let’s go. They’ve made their intentions clear; it wouldn’t be right for us to linger here.” Yu Daoyi stretched, his body gradually recovering—at least enough to move, except for his still mangled right hand.

“Come, Qiuling, help me walk, I’m an invalid.”

“I won’t. I find you repulsive.”

“What? Do you expect me to crawl out?”

“Sis, you don’t need to say it, I understand. ‘菜哥’, let me help you.”

“What? Song Cheng, your sister rejected me again! That’s twice!”

“Yes, yes, ‘菜哥’, you really have no self-awareness.”

“…Song Cheng, don’t think just because I’m wounded I can’t hit you.”

“Alright, my sister and the others are already leaving. Stop complaining—if you need, you can rest on my leg again.”

“Fine, since you…what? What do you take me for!”

Amid their banter, their figures faded from sight. Lin He’s expression returned to cold indifference, but his eyes remained meaningful. He turned to Lin Bo beside him and slapped him, leaving a red mark on the old man’s face.

“Self-important fool! How many times have I told you! Never underestimate the Yu family! Yet you acted on your own while I was away! Do you think being my nominal uncle gives you any privileges!” Lin He’s voice was cold and harsh.

“The Yu family stands in your way; those two are your greatest threats!” Lin Bo rasped, his voice hoarse, full of unwillingness.

“Useless! I know all that—you don’t need to tell me! I’ve said it—my affairs never require your interference! If your Foundation Establishment cultivation wasn’t still useful to me, I’d have devoured you long ago!”

“Now look! Two fewer people, you’ve lost your arms, ruined Mr. Mo’s grand plans—see how I make you wish for death!” Mentioning Mr. Mo, Lin He’s face was filled with reverence.

Lin He then stood before Lin Bo, his pale face raised toward the gloomy sky, as if carefully plotting something.