Chapter 89: The Nine Great Golden Cores 1

Dream-Making Expert

“What?!”

“You’re saying you ran into Lin Qi, and he even stepped in to protect the three leaders of the Way of the Celestial Masters?!”

In the imperial garden, amid rare flowers and strange herbs, with immortal cranes descending, Ye Qianli looked at his disciple, who had returned empty-handed, with shock written across his face. He confirmed it again.

“This disciple saw it with his own eyes. I would never dare deceive you, Master.”

Ye Qianli’s disciple swore an oath.

That battle at the Cold Moon Palace had shaken the heavens and earth.

A Golden Core battle the likes of which appeared only once in a century.

Lin Qi, acknowledged by Ancestor Xingyue herself as a prodigy of the human race, who had cultivated the legendary Innate Divine Prohibition.

Rumors of all kinds stirred the entire Immortal Continent’s cultivation world.

Even now, it remained a hot topic of discussion among many Immortal Continent cultivators.

And Ye Qianli, who had witnessed the Cold Moon Palace battle with his own eyes, had immediately summoned the younger disciples of his clan upon returning to Jinlei Peak.

He told them that from then on, they were never to mention seeking revenge on Lin Qi for Ye Baili and Ye Wanli.

So this time, the others sent to hunt down the three leaders of the Way of the Celestial Masters might not have recognized Lin Qi at first glance.

But Ye Qianli’s disciple had recognized him instantly.

“It really was Lin Qi?”

Ye Qianli was still somewhat unwilling to accept it.

The suppression of the Way of the Celestial Masters was nearing its end.

The final task was to capture the three leaders and interrogate them to uncover the truth behind the private conferral of immortal talismans.

Then this rebellion, sparked by the Way of the Celestial Masters and causing turmoil among the common folk, could be brought to a satisfactory close.

Yet now, the people hadn’t been caught, and instead, a Lin Qi had suddenly appeared.

“Master, it really was him.”

“Master, have you forgotten? You had this disciple look at his portrait many times.”

“This disciple would not mistake him.”

Ye Qianli’s disciple said with certainty.

A figure whose portrait he had seen countless times, whose name had resounded like thunder for the past several years.

Ye Qianli’s disciple believed he could not have been mistaken.

His disciple was so certain that Ye Qianli felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

Because he truly was somewhat afraid of Lin Qi.

A Qi Refinement cultivator who had slain a Foundation Establishment cultivator against all odds, who dared to fight the Dharma Guardian Spirit of Ancestor Wuya the moment he broke through to Foundation Establishment.

And was acknowledged by Ancestor Xingyue herself as a prodigy of the human race, regarded as the greatest genius of the Immortal Continent’s cultivation world in ten thousand years.

That was Lin Qi.

Ye Qianli only wanted to stay far away from him.

I took a mission and ran all the way to the mortal continent.

And he’s still haunting me.

Could it be that our Ye family really is incompatible with him?

Ye Qianli gnashed his teeth, his face full of rage.

Ye Qianli’s disciple looked at him speechlessly.

He really wanted to say, is it possible that it’s not Lin Qi haunting you, but rather because this turmoil among the common folk—