I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second

From the eyes of the crowd, Lin Yi could discern it.

The Martial Emperor, standing in the void, apart from being the strongest of Xiang Wuxing, must also be the master of the planet’s consciousness. As for the perfection of his control, Lin Yi could not yet ascertain.

However, judging by his extraordinary aura, it was clear that this guy was incredibly strong.

At least from the Source Power fluctuations emanating from him, his level was above Lin Yi’s, with their mastery of the Power of the Primordial seemingly on par.

Holding a lifeless red-haired figure like a dead dog, Lin Yi activated Gale Wings and transformed, ascending gracefully in the wind until he stopped at the same height as the Martial Emperor.

Sunlight cascaded down, illuminating the face of the middle-aged man.

His sharply defined features exuded a faint kingly aura, topped with a dark gold, intricately carved crown, exuding poise without losing dignity.

The glint in his eyes pierced straight into one’s soul.

His black robe with golden dragons billowed in the wind, simply by standing there, the Martial Emperor projected an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The people of Xiang Wuxing felt an irresistible urge to kneel in reverence.

So that’s the Martial Emperor?!

Xiaoyi, er no, Lin Yi could stand at the same height as him?

This guy I always call Xiaoyi and disciple, turns out to be such a powerful monster!

As Zhang Yun experienced a shock in her pupils, two figures quickly flashed behind her, grabbing her shoulders from left and right, lifting her into the sky.

Once her surroundings became clear, Zhang Yun regained her senses. She was standing opposite the Martial Emperor, behind Lin Yi!

What Zhang Yun did not expect was that standing behind Lin Yi, his not-so-imposing frame managed to completely block the Holy Light projected by the Martial Emperor, instantly dispelling the submission and worship she felt rising from her heart.

”Xiyue, Ao Shu, what are you doing?”

With the pressure gone, Zhang Yun remembered to ask what the trio intended.

”Master, the one opposing Lin Yi should be the strongest person on your Xiang Wuxing. You should know that if a fight ensues, Lin Yi might not be able to ensure your safety, so Ao Shu and I will temporarily take responsibility for your security.”

”Don’t worry, Master, though we’re not as powerful as Lin Yi, in front of those elderlies of the Three Pavilions, keeping you safe is no problem at all.”

Every word Xiyue and Ao Shu said made sense to Zhang Yun.

But stringing these words together, why was it so perplexing?

They intend to fight, but that’s the Martial Emperor!

The sole person on Xiang Wuxing capable of deciding the future with personal will.

As the eldest lady of Dubhe Pavilion, Zhang Yun was privileged in her youth to witness her father and the elders of the other three pavilions taking on the Martial Emperor.

Zhang Yun remembers clearly, that day, the strongest individuals of the Four Pavilions exhibited all their techniques, utilized various combat-enhancing items, yet couldn’t make the Martial Emperor’s face reveal the slightest anxiety.

The aberrantly powerful Martial Emperor merely moved a finger, and everything on Xiang Wuxing fell under his command, even the techniques unleashed by the Four Pavilions were manipulated, turning sides instantly.

That terrifyingly domineering presence, Zhang Yun still recalls vividly.

Fight with such a terrifying guy? Are my three disciples planning to restart the quest with me?

”No, no, no, don’t be impulsive, my three disciples, I once briefly met with Lord Martial Emperor, maybe if I beg, he might magnanimously spare us, please don’t....”

Whether it’s the Xiang Wuxing bloodline carrying oppression genes or sheer fear occupying her mind, Zhang Yun heard none of the Martial Emperor’s plea for Lin Yi to spare the red-haired man.

”Ha, Martial Emperor, right? Is what you said really suitable? Since you knew I came personally, why did you take so long to show up and let your blind lapdog bark at me?”

”If I let this slide and give you face, your Xiang Wuxing people would think I fear you.”

If the [Unbreakable] part of the mysterious cultivation technique cannot be mastered, remaining on Xiang Wuxing holds little significance for Lin Yi.

Rather than lingering, why not fight the strongest of Xiang Wuxing head-on, take what needs taking, and leave behind what should remain as fear.

With no face-saving for the Martial Emperor, Lin Yi aggressively chased, eager for a clash.

As Lin Yi circulated his inner Source Power and Power of the Primordial, opposite him, the Martial Emperor donned an innocent look, revealing an item that shocked both Lin Yi and Xiyue.

”Friend, you misunderstood. My tardiness wasn’t out of disrespect, but because I needed to retrieve this item here, what I’ve got in my hand.”

The Martial Emperor’s hand suddenly showcased a massive blue Crystal Stone, upon closer inspection, was it a Spirit Crystal for career change?

What the heck, this object meant for Blue Star, how did it end up in his possession, did the Martial Emperor also forge a dimension passport, traversing freely through lower realms?

Seeing Lin Yi and Xiyue with shock written on their faces, the Martial Emperor smiled with satisfaction.

”Haha, indeed, Zhang Mi had real skill, this object surely relates to your cultivation, right?”

”Truly a talent cursed by fate, blooming at peak only to fall, such grief such grief!”

Wait a moment!

The Martial Emperor doesn’t know yet about Lin Yi’s use of the [Reincarnation Vision] skill to read the memories of the red-haired man.

Both being planetary powerhouses, even with a skill like the [Eye of All-Seeing], it’s hard to see through the other’s mind rapidly.

Moreover, Lin Yi hadn’t shared the acquired intel with the trio, curious to see what the Martial Emperor planned to do.

”What do you mean?”

”Allowing the Eight Mansions to suppress Dubhe Pavilion like this, where’s your grief?”

With no shame, one stands invincible.

As long as one is brazen enough, anything outrageous can be said.

”This was my oversight, Zhang Mi contributed so much to Xiang Wuxing, I should’ve granted Dubhe Pavilion some privileges or at least cared for Zhang Yun a bit, but I was preoccupied with locating the culprit.”

At that moment, the Martial Emperor gazed sympathetically at Zhang Yun.

”Niece Zhang Yun, you don’t blame me, do you? Uncle Martial Emperor will use his remaining time to help you restore Dubhe Pavilion’s glory. From today, all precious cultivation techniques and heart methods in Martial Emperor Pavilion are at your disposal, all treasures in the Elixir Pavilion are all yours, alright?”

Zhang Yun’s eyes instantly turned red.

Crystalline tears brimmed in her eyes.

Since her father’s passing, this was the first time she felt genuine care and affection from an elder.

She hadn’t anticipated that Lin Yi and the others’ offense didn’t provoke the Martial Emperor’s wrath, but an authentic concern.

Had she not cultivated a resilient heart over the years, she might have burst into tears.

”I... I... Martial Emperor Uncle, Zhang Yun....”

It’s normal to be incoherent in excitement; seeing Zhang Yun’s attitude was enough for the Martial Emperor.

The next moment, the Martial Emperor retrieved something from his personal storage space that stunned Lin Yi even more.

”This should be familiar, or rather, you have many of them.”

”Young friend, if possible, I’d like us to win together, reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.”