Chapter 109: The First Destiny Inheritor!
Destiny inheritances were essentially secret techniques. Normally, a person’s destiny was fixed at birth. But Ling Long, as an embodiment of destiny, possessed secret techniques that could bestow destiny upon others. She possessed three types of Heavenly Dao Aura, her destiny so vast that it overflowed, even attracting karmic fire. It was no wonder she occasionally left behind a destiny inheritance. It wasn’t out of concern for the disciples; it was simply a way to alleviate her own overwhelming destiny.
Mu Zhi’an led the disciples along a winding path.
“Young Master Mu, whether we receive an inheritance or not, we’ll remember your kindness,” a disciple said sincerely.
“Indeed. You could have gone to the inheritances yourself, but you chose to help us. Your generosity is admirable.”
Perhaps he’s already received an inheritance. Gongsun Cheng wanted to say this, but seeing the harmonious atmosphere, he held back. If he could guess it, others could as well. But no one cared, and no one would mention it. Whether Mu Zhi’an had received an inheritance or not, the fact that he was still here, playing the good guy, was commendable. They were all intelligent. They had only agreed with Gongsun Cheng and Ye Yu because they were envious. When it came to slandering someone, even intelligent people chose to turn a blind eye.
“Young Master Ye, are we really going to follow them?”
A female disciple, her beauty above average, her voice sweet and alluring, looked at Ye Yu, his expression dark, and whispered to him mentally.
He stared at Mu Zhi’an, surrounded by the other disciples, his gaze fixed on his back.
“Master, can you find the destiny inheritances?” he asked the old man within him.
After a moment, the old man’s voice replied, “This realm restricts those above Foundation Establishment. I could try to scan the area, but Ling Long might notice, and you would be disqualified.”
He glared at Mu Zhi’an, his voice filled with resentment. “He’s cheating as well! Why won’t he be disqualified?!”
The old man sighed. “She gave him the map, didn’t she?”
He fell silent, his anger simmering. Mu Zhi’an was only able to act so boldly because he had the map, knowing the locations of the inheritances.
“I don’t believe he’s that kind. He wouldn’t give up Ling Long’s destiny and help others,” he said coldly.
He knew Mu Zhi’an too well. He was driven by self-interest. He wouldn’t do something so selfless. But if that was the case, why was he doing this? Giving up the chance to claim the inheritances and helping others instead. Was he truly that generous? Perhaps, as he had said, it was because the inheritances were based on compatibility, so he was bringing everyone along? Unlikely. And even if it was based on compatibility, he would surely be thinking, If I can’t have it, no one can. He would do the same. If he couldn’t have it, why should others?
As he thought this, a possibility occurred to him, and he stared at Mu Zhi’an’s back, his eyes narrowing. No, perhaps he’s already received an inheritance, and that’s why he’s bringing us along.
He looked at Mu Zhi’an, watching as he chatted with the female disciples, making them laugh, and he spoke, his voice laced with a hint of accusation.
“Young Master Mu, it’s strange. Your destiny, it seems different.”
The disciples stopped, turning to look at him.
Mu Zhi’an also stopped, looking back at him, smiling. “Do you have some insight to share, Young Master Ye?”
“Not exactly. I’m simply curious. Your destiny, it seems to have changed. Has something happened?” Ye Yu asked, his gaze fixed on Mu Zhi’an’s, trying to bait him. He couldn’t actually see any changes in his destiny, but he could bluff. If Mu Zhi’an had received an inheritance, he would surely show some sign of panic.
“For example, did you receive a destiny inheritance from Senior Ling Long before coming here?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. It made sense. With Mu Zhi’an’s personality, he wouldn’t give up such an opportunity and help others instead. The only possibility was that he had already claimed Ling Long’s destiny!
Mu Zhi’an stared at him, his eyes widening with mock surprise. “Y-You figured it out?”
Ye Yu froze, surprised by his candor.
“I did receive an inheritance. So what?”
He smiled, his gaze challenging. “What are you going to do about it, Young Master Ye?”
The disciples watched them, their expressions neutral, their silence unwavering.
Ye Yu stared at them, confused by their lack of reaction. Then he saw the smile on Mu Zhi’an’s face, and he understood. No. They weren’t simply unresponsive. He had already won them over. From the moment he had entered the hall and offered to lead them, whether he had received an inheritance or not, it had become irrelevant. What mattered was that he could guide them to the inheritances. That was enough.
He glared at Mu Zhi’an, his expression darkening, then he looked at the other disciples, their silence a testament to their loyalty. He felt a surge of frustration and defeat.
“Nothing,” he muttered, his voice laced with resentment.
Questioning Mu Zhi’an now would be foolish. He wasn’t that stupid.
…
They continued along the path, their voices hushed, and soon, they arrived at a platform. On the platform stood a stone tablet, its surface carved with ancient symbols, a purple aura swirling within, shimmering like a dragon. Ling Long’s destiny!
“It’s really here…”
“Senior Ling Long’s destiny. If we could receive it, our future would be bright…”
They stared at the purple aura, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Mu Zhi’an also looked at the platform, studying the aura for a moment, then he turned to the others, bowing. “I’ll try first. If I fail, we’ll draw lots to see who goes next. How does that sound?”
“We’ll follow your lead, Young Master Mu.”
“That’s fair.”
He had brought them here, so naturally, they had no objections.
He bowed again, then, under their watchful gazes, he ascended the platform, his gaze fixed on the stone tablet, on the purple aura within.
He finally saw it clearly. Isn’t this the aura she left on my cheek when she licked me? He touched his cheek, a strange expression on his face. They were all desperately seeking this aura, but he could get more from her. And perhaps she had granted him some authority. He could sense that the aura within the tablet, it seemed to respond to his thoughts. Senior Lin Ling is too generous.
He quickly composed himself, placing his hand on the tablet, then he let go. Ling Long’s inheritance was precious, but he had already received three inheritances, and he could exchange destiny with her later. There was no need to compete with them. He had already taken enough. It was time to be content.
I wonder if she transfers destiny through licking? If so, I can give some to Ruoxi, Qian’er, and even Mengrou.
He descended the platform, his thoughts racing, then he instructed the disciples to draw lots.
They took turns ascending the platform, and finally, it was Gongsun Cheng’s turn. He placed his hand on the tablet, his eyes filled with anticipation.
A faint purple light emanated from the stone, and the aura began to flow towards him.
“I did it!” he exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement, watching as the dragon-shaped aura moved within the tablet.
The others had failed to activate it, but he had succeeded!
The crowd gasped, whispering among themselves, their gazes filled with envy. Huang Manting narrowed her eyes, staring at him. He actually inherited Ling Long’s destiny?
Ye Yu felt a surge of frustration and anxiety. If Gongsun Cheng had claimed the first inheritance, there was only one left. If someone else claimed it before him, he would have come here for nothing.
“Wait. Look! The aura isn’t entering his body!”
A disciple’s voice rang out, pointing towards the tablet.
The aura, which had been flowing towards Gongsun Cheng, stopped, hovering within the tablet, as if trying to escape but hesitating.
His face paled, but he stared at the tablet, channeling his spiritual energy into it, trying to maintain its activation.
“Come in! What are you doing?!”
He screamed inwardly, his gaze fixed on the aura. But no matter how hard he tried, it remained undecided, hovering between entering and fleeing. His spiritual energy depleted, and he stumbled back, his lips pale, collapsing onto the ground. Then he vanished from the hall. He had been eliminated.
The disciples sighed with relief, their expressions turning serious. He was an eighth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, and he had struggled for so long, yet he had still failed. Ling Long’s destiny was difficult to obtain.
“The young mistress of the Morning Glory Chamber of Commerce is going up,” a disciple said.
They all looked towards Huang Manting, her black dress clinging to her alluring figure, her pale skin visible beneath the thin fabric. Her black embroidered shoes accentuated her delicate feet, her back slender and graceful.
She ascended the platform, her usual carefree demeanor replaced by a focused intensity. She raised her hand to touch the tablet, but then a voice whispered in her ear.
“Relax. Suppress your spiritual energy. Don’t try to pull it in.”
It was Mu Zhi’an’s voice. Her eyes flickered with surprise, but she quickly masked her reaction, placing her hand on the tablet. The dragon-shaped aura swirled within the stone, then, under their watchful gazes, it entered her palm.
The first destiny inheritor had emerged!