Looking at his young disciple with eyes shining brightly.
“.......”
A blue vein throbbed on Lin Yi’s forehead; he felt the urge to clean up the sect.
In his life, he had taken only three personal disciples.
The eldest was Zhao Ping before him, forty-eight years old, early Foundation Establishment cultivation.
Twelve years ago.
Lin Yi’s friend Wu Xiangnan had failed his breakthrough and perished, leaving Lin Yi as the only transmigrator.
Exhausted in body and mind, Lin Yi had voluntarily withdrawn into seclusion as Grand Elder, handing the position of Sect Master entirely to Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping’s cultivation and aptitude were mediocre, but his management skills were strong, and he did very well as Sect Master.
The second disciple was Wang Yichen, who perished eight years ago in a demon beast attack.
As for the third disciple, naturally it was Su Qing.
She was an orphan Lin Yi had found twenty years ago while traveling down the mountain.
At the time, Su Qing’s older brother had just been dragged away by people from the Chiyan Sect to serve as a conscript. The little girl stood at her doorstep holding a mask that seemed both smiling and crying, wailing miserably, so Lin Yi brought her back to the Guihua Sect.
First, out of compassion; second, the scene stirred Lin Yi’s memories, reminding him of a famous female novel character from before his transmigration.
Then… there was no then.
As the girl grew up, she threw the mask into some remote corner, and her personality became timid and reclusive.
Every day she just holed up in the spirit fields tending spirit plants, showing not a hint of looking down on the world. It made the young people feel like they had raised Dumbledore into Hagrid.
Sure enough, web novels couldn’t be trusted.
As for the storytelling she mentioned…
No choice.
Early transmigrators were poor; they had to find every way to increase revenue.
Coincidentally, Lin Yi had been a part-time writer before transmigrating, and due to the influence of cultivation culture, some themes that were clichéd on Earth were relatively novel in the Tianling Realm.
So Lin Yi borrowed some novel plots and became a proud part-time storyteller, going down the mountain in his spare time to earn extra money.
The place where Lin Yi had told stories back then wasn’t exactly classy, but decades later, that shop had already successfully transformed.
Lin Yi had only mentioned this briefly once when bringing Su Qing down the mountain, never expecting this shut-in to still remember it.
Fortunately, Zhou Jianmin had already hung up the communication, otherwise Lin Yi would be beet red right now.
“Cough, cough.”
Lin Yi then coughed lightly, interrupting the girl’s imaginings. “Su Qing, don’t think too much. This has nothing to do with my cultivation; there’s some assistance behind it.”
“Assistance?” Su Qing blinked, then said instinctively, “Master, the assistance you speak of is…”
“No need to ask,” Lin Yi shook his head and didn’t explain further. “In any case, it’s not a bad thing. You’ll find out when the opportunity arises.”
That was the benefit of the sect system.
As the highest-ranking Grand Elder, Lin Yi didn’t need to explain everything to those below.
Sure enough.
Facing Lin Yi’s vague attitude, Su Qing and Zhao Ping just glanced at each other and temporarily set aside their doubts. “We understand, Master.”
Lin Yi nodded slightly and continued, “Now that the Great Calamity is over, my disciples no longer need to flee.”
“Zhao Ping, send a message to Zeng Kefan and Wei Tong now, telling them to reassure the disciples and resume cultivation in an orderly manner.”
Zhao Ping respectfully bowed. “Yes.”
After speaking.
Zhao Ping took out a talisman from his person, closed his eyes for a moment, then raised his hand and flicked it.
“Coo coo coo—”
The talisman turned into a pale blue-green bird the size of a palm, flying toward the Sect Meeting Hall.
This was a common Flying Bird Token in the Tianling Realm, usually used with the sect’s grand array; within the array’s range, it could transmit messages directionally.
After leaving the grand array, the Flying Bird Token would become invalid; it was somewhat like a LAN from before Lin Yi’s transmigration.
As for Zeng Kefan and Wei Tong mentioned by Lin Yi, they were the two disciples of his friend Wu Xiangnan.
Both had extremely ordinary aptitude, similar in age to Zhao Ping but only late Qi Condensation cultivation. They were assigned as sect Executors only because of their seniority.
Grand Elder Lin Yi, Sect Master Zhao Ping, Elder Su Qing, two Executors Zeng Kefan and Wei Tong.
Plus Armorer Lu Yang, also only late Qi Condensation cultivation—these were all the administrators of the Guihua Sect.
Truly a small-time sect.
After the Flying Bird Token left.
Lin Yi looked at the two Golden-Eyed Crimson-Scale Beast carcasses not far away, pondered for a moment, and said, “Zhao Ping, Su Qing, since your side has two Executors to reassure the disciples, you two help me clean up these beast remains.”
“The Golden-Eyed Crimson-Scale Beast near the sect gate is slightly higher in rank; I’ll leave that one to you two, while I go handle the other place.”
Zhao Ping and Su Qing bowed immediately. “We obey, Master.”
Lin Yi simply grunted in acknowledgment, then flew off a little farther away.
Started looting.
To high-level cultivators, a late second-rank Golden-Eyed Crimson-Scale Beast might not amount to much, but for a small sect like the Guihua Sect, it was extremely valuable.
More importantly.
Unlike armor-piercing or high-explosive shaped charges.
The newer H-11 surface-to-air missile relied on the continuous rod mechanism formed by fragments to cause damage.
That is, after the warhead exploded, the metal rods would unfold into a high-speed rotating circular blade, like a buzzsaw cutting toward the target.
The linear speed of this ring was extremely high; its cutting effect on aerial targets was even stronger than armor-piercing shells.
In this case.
Although targets hit by anti-air missiles often shattered into pieces, outside the cut, many smaller vital parts could remain intact.
Therefore, a few minutes later.
Lin Yi successfully dug out from the bones two golden beads over twenty centimeters in diameter.
These were the most valuable materials on the Golden-Eyed Crimson-Scale Beast—the Pupil Hubs.
However, these were not the beast’s eyeballs, but a pair of round crystals located behind the eyeballs.
The Pupil Hub was golden in color, containing the lifetime-condensed essence of the Golden-Eyed Crimson-Scale Beast’s pupil power, and was also the origin of the “Golden-Eyed” name.
Since the Pupil Hub was slightly larger than the pupil and located farther back, it was also nicknamed Big Eyeball or Far Vision.
This was a top-grade material for refining illusion-breaking artifacts and pills; on the outside market, just this pair of Pupil Hubs would be enough for a crowd to fight over.
Besides the Pupil Hubs.
Lin Yi then found scattered materials such as beast fangs, four or five ribs of various sizes, a small section of well-preserved notochord, and so on.
Of course.
There were also many damaged parts.
For example, the Crimson Scale, which stood shoulder to shoulder with Golden-Eyed in the beast’s name, was sliced and blasted to pieces.
Lin Yi rummaged through the bones for a long time before finding a small stack of Crimson Scale fragments as thick as Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles.
Also, internal organs like the liver and gallbladder were only preserved in very small numbers.
Still, Lin Yi collected whatever he could, not letting go of even blood and flesh scraps—this was an otherworldly creature; even a piece of meat the size of a fingernail was considered priceless to the home world.
As for stains that truly couldn’t be collected and had no value, sect disciples would naturally handle them afterward.
“Master, Master!!”
Just as Lin Yi was leisurely tallying the scene.
Su Qing, cleaning up the first Golden-Eyed Crimson-Scale Beast at the entrance, suddenly raised her hand and shouted loudly to Lin Yi:
“Master, hurry over! We’ve made a big discovery!”",
Chapter 16