Chapter 150
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Chapter 150: The Imperial Edict, the Possibility of the City God’s Enshrinement in the Present World
After learning the news, Mu Lin wanted to rush over immediately.
But at the doorway, Ji Xue stopped him.
As the top-ranked in Spiritual Roots, this was her first visit since joining Mu Lin’s team.
“What is it?”
“The Southeast Province assessment is near. Shouldn’t we do a practice battle to understand each other’s skills?”
“Practice battle? Unnecessary. Just follow orders when the time comes.”
After speaking, Mu Lin hurried away.
Ji Xue clenched her fists as she watched him leave.
“How arrogant… He didn’t even ask about my abilities or try to coordinate. Does he plan to face this challenge alone?”
Frustration bubbled in her chest.
Behind her, Yan Yunyu observed with narrowed eyes.
She recognized Ji Xue’s current resentment toward Mu Lin – more rivalry than respect.
But feelings between men and women can change quickly. Repeated failures might twist Ji Xue’s defiance into admiration.
What troubled Yan Yunyu most was her own helplessness: Mu Lin’s excellence made blocking this potential rival impossible.
…
While Yan Yunyu wrestled with jealousy and Ji Xue nursed wounded pride, Mu Lin arrived at Master Meng Rui’s small courtyard. There he obtained his long-desired star paper of Sui Mu.
The real surprise came from unexpected bonuses.
Eager to fulfill Mu Lin’s request, Master Meng Rui had worked tirelessly for three days to craft royal lord’s Sui Mu paper with star attributes.
The materials astonished him.
To align with the Seven Stars, she’d blended Earth-grade star sand into the paper. This rare ore not only resonated with celestial bodies but also excelled at channeling spiritual energy.
Where Mu Lin once carved one or two talismans on a paper figure, he could now etch seven. Nighttime use would amplify their power under starlight.
“Perfect. This star paper eliminates the need for alternatives.”
“Though its value means I can only create a small batch of elite troops.”
The star sand was merely the first gift. The second shock came from the material’s imperial origin.
Instead of noble relics, Master Meng Rui had used an emperor’s edict – the actual paper through which dynastic rulers issued commands.
Imperial edicts held Fortune of a Dynasty a hundredfold greater than ordinary noble paper.
“The gap between emperor and nobles makes sense. One monarch represents the realm, while hundreds of minor lords fade from history. Their fortunes differ like sky and mud.”
This revelation sparked an electrifying realization in Mu Lin.
"If I collect enough imperial relics, I could gather sufficient Fortune of a Dynasty to establish a City God in the mortal realm!"
This thought made Mu Lin’s heart pound fiercely.
His excitement wasn’t unfounded—having an earthly City God status offered countless advantages.
Beyond simple strength gains,
becoming a regional City God would grant him control over local earth veins and spiritual energy.
Such authority would fully activate his City God status, enabling a hundred Yin soldiers and ghost officials to manifest freely.
He could even harness human fortune and earth vein power to create a City God Realm.
"Though I’m merely a County City Gods now, this Manifesting Earl title could let me challenge those Condensing Essence and Refining the Evil mages if my City God Realm materializes."
Beyond combat power, earthly enshrinement would let him collect mortal faith, amass Power of Incense, and store divine energy.
"Some claim incense power carries risks, others call it versatile. Many rumors suggest it’s premium cultivation fuel."
Mu Lin remained uncertain about this world’s specific rules, but he burned to experiment.
Most crucially, safeguarding households from spirits might draw the Will of Humanity’s gaze again, propelling him toward becoming the Destined One.
With such rewards at stake, Mu Lin desperately wanted his City God Realm anchored in reality.
His pulse roared like war drums.
Nearby, Master Meng Rui observed his agitation.
Recognizing his focus on Fortune of a Dynasty, her confusion morphed into astonishment.
‘Fortune of a Dynasty represents humanity’s main current, while our Yin Eight Sect trickles through its margins. If Mu Lin seeks imperial fortune… does his cultivation method intertwine with dynastic and human fortunes?’
Her initial reaction was denial.
Both fortunes belonged to realms beyond ordinary reach—
even leaders of Yuqing, Shangqing, and Great Bright Temple coveted royal appointments to harness imperial fortune.
‘Heaven-grade cultivation methods involve such forces. I lack access, let alone this boy…’
Then she remembered—his past miracles, his elevation of the Sky-High Technique Spell.
She gulped audibly.
"Haa…"
After steadying her breath, she ventured, "You seek Fortune of a Dynasty?"
Mu Lin stiffened briefly before nodding. "I do."
"I’ll aid your collection."
"My price… I’ll master another secret technique."
Most cultivators coveted such techniques.
Yet here stood Mu Lin, demanding one as "payment"—
a bizarre transaction by any measure.
Neither party found it strange.
Because they both knew clearly that the secret technique Meng Rui entrusted to Mu Lin must involve difficulties troubling her.
Mu Lin’s task wasn’t just to practice but to elevate the cultivation method or solve its issues and teach it back. This meant the technique might not fit his own cultivation system or boost his power, instead becoming a huge waste of time – hence why he saw it as a price.
Master Meng Rui understood this perfectly. In fact, this was exactly what she hoped for. Her heartbeat quickened slightly with anticipation.
Yet recalling something, she didn’t right away pass him the problems. Instead she said: “Aren’t you preparing for the Southeast League Examination? Let’s delay the cultivation matters. Focus on your test first, then practice during your free time afterward.”
“I’ll start gathering Fortune of a Dynasty for you now.”
Mu Lin immediately clasped his fists in gratitude:
“Thank you for understanding, Master.”
After settling matters and some small talk, the eager Mu Lin departed with the Sui Mu paper.
Meng Rui stared blankly at his retreating figure until a peculiar, worried voice interrupted:
“Treating a secret technique that stumps you as a cost? That kid Mu Lin’s got some nerve – thinks he can master anything?”
“And you! When did you lose your wits? You’re a mage! If you can’t solve it, how could that brat? Or do you admit being inferior to him?”
The rude speaker turned out to be Dongfang Ya, Mu Lin’s teacher. To her shock, Meng Rui nodded: “I truly am worse than him.”
“What?!”
Smiling at the stunned woman, Meng Rui said: “Save your pointless worries. I’d never harm Mu Lin or give him impossible/useless techniques to waste his time.”
“My care for him matches yours.”
“……!”
Reading her friend’s sincerity, Dongfang Ya’s eyes widened. She couldn’t fathom when her shrewd companion became so generous.
Before she could question this, Meng Rui spoke: “I advise you to remove your seal…”
“No.” Dongfang Ya refused instantly. “If lifted, that being emerges – countless will die.”
“Let them die. Otherwise, you’ll die first. Your death would still release him/her, dooming those fated to perish anyway. Only difference? You’d join the dead, fool.”
Ignoring the insult, Dongfang Ya frowned: “You sense something? That bet making Mu Lin insult me – was that bait to make me undo the seal?”
“Not entirely stupid. The coming chaos exceeds your imagination. Keep that seal and you’ll die…”
…
While they conversed in the secret chamber, Mu Lin encountered blockers en route to Taoist Palace.
Recognizing the fox-like man, Mu Lin recalled: “Aren’t you Qin Yuan’s friends? What do you want?”
“We’ve business. Care to talk over there?”
Seeing Zuo Li indicate a tavern rather than shady spot, Mu Lin agreed:
“Fine.”
