Cataclysm?

Just kidding, there’s no way Lin Huaian would set his sights on Si Qingxue.

Not to mention the gender issue, just her identity as the Chosen One is enough for Lin Huaian to turn into a simpering simp on the spot.

Where would he dare to fantasize about a deeper relationship?

He wondered when his villainous cannon fodder identity would finally be cleared up.

Lin Huaian hadn’t forgotten that he was still in a state where he could be sought out for revenge by the protagonists he had provoked before.

Who knew, he might suddenly die a tragic death at home one day.

At the thought of this, Lin Huaian couldn’t help but sigh.

He walked self-pityingly to the top of the peak, and facing the biting cold, he silently placed his hands behind his back, slowly walked towards the cave dwelling, closing his eyes as he walked, and couldn’t help but sigh softly:

“Wandering clouds leave no trace, the evening sky is overcast and cold, surpassing autumn.”

In his previous life, Lin Huaian was quite fond of past dynasties’ poetry and ancient court cultures.

In addition, although he was a playboy in this life, at least his family’s education wasn’t too lacking.

Lin Huaian originally had a scholarly air about him, but now that the memories of his previous life had surfaced, this air had become more pronounced.

It was just a pity that the world of cultivation didn’t care who was more cultured or who had read more books.

In this world of the jungle, what spoke loudest was always realm and strength.

Lin Huaian was very interested in Confucianism and Daoism in the mortal world before.

At that time, he even hid his identity to participate in a scholarly debate conference, and had some barely decent fame among mortals.

Unfortunately, as a cultivator, his ultimate destination was still cultivation, so that mortal identity hadn’t been used for a long time.

He wondered if there were any mortals who still remembered him.

Probably not, since he said he was going to live in seclusion in the mountains.

The jade pendant at his waist flashed in the cold wind, revealing the four characters “Green Mountain Hermit” engraved on its front, while on the back, a line of seemingly inconspicuous small characters was written with extremely shallow strokes—

“By imperial decree of the Lonely King of the Holy Court in the Capital, to proclaim to the world the talent of Lin Shi, which startles the world.”

Capital, Holy Court, Lonely King, Lin Shi, talent that startles the world.

Lin Huaian finally managed to climb to the peak, and finally exhaled a breath.

After sorting out his emotions, he sat down again in front of the cave dwelling, looking at the landscape of overlapping mountains in the distance.

The spiritual energy around him was endless, like a sea of clouds and tides, but it was a pity that he really couldn’t absorb it and could only watch it dryly.

What a waste.

Should he call Si Qingxue here to cultivate in the future?

The moment this idea popped up, Lin Huaian nipped it in the bud, because he absolutely couldn’t get too close to Si Qingxue.

It was fine if he occasionally went to the training ground twice to pretend to guide Si Qingxue’s cultivation, but if Si Qingxue came to his cave dwelling every day, his cultivation would be exposed sooner or later.

It seemed that he could still hide it from Void Refinement cultivators of Nan Tian and Ji Xin’s level, but facing the old ancestor Wang Qi, Lin Huaian really didn’t have the confidence to maintain such a confident posture in front of him.

Just as Lin Huaian was becoming increasingly worried about his future, a burst of footsteps sounded.

He turned his head and found that Ji Xin was actually walking slowly from mid-air, until he stood awe-inspiringly on the top of the peak, and finally stopped after stepping on the paved stone road.

“Sect Master?” Lin Huaian was stunned.

“What Sect Master?” Ji Xin shook his head in dissatisfaction, “Why doesn’t Huaian call me Master as before?”

“Then Master,” Lin Huaian had no choice but to reluctantly change his words, “Master just sent off those two great figures, shouldn’t you have other things to do? Why did you come directly to this disciple’s place?”

He keenly asked, “Could it be that you’re here to discuss the specific matters of this junior sister with your disciple?”

Hearing this, Ji Xin finally smiled happily and scolded Lin Huaian, “You horndog! I have important matters to tell you today. It doesn’t matter if we discuss your junior sister’s matters later.”

He flung his sleeves, and his expression gradually became serious. Facing the cold wind, he opened his mouth: “Seeing that there is no one around here, I will tell you this matter directly. This matter is too serious, involving the core secrets of the entire world. I hope you can listen carefully.”

Lin Huaian put on a listening look. He was also piqued by what Ji Xin said, because in his memory, this Sect Master had never had this appearance before.

After a slight pause, the sea of clouds billowed.

Ji Xin raised his eyes, and ancient shadows flickered within them. He spoke cautiously, as if he was telling an unspeakable old story:

“Huaian, have you ever wondered, what is the essence of the reason why the surrounding people are so tolerant of you Chosen Ones?”

Lin Huaian was stunned by this first sentence, because Ji Xin was right.

The world’s tolerance for the Chosen Ones was really too high. For example, he, Lin Huaian, was the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, a physique that, if placed in the novels of his previous life, would have caused a sensation throughout the entire cultivation world, but now it only made the Holy Word Imperial Dynasty know of his existence.

The reason for this was that this world was very strange. Immortals seemed to be constantly reincarnating, or reviving themselves through the methods they left behind when they were alive, and living another life in this world.

In various places, there could be reincarnated immortals with quite powerful talents, and Lin Huaian’s Sacred Body was not so eye-catching. So people had gotten used to it.

But as for the essence of it… Lin Huaian had indeed never thought about it.

Ji Xin looked at Lin Huaian’s expression and nodded in satisfaction, continuing:

“Let me mention another fact to you. Ten thousand years ago, when the Immortal Realm was at its peak, there were many types of Sacred Bodies.

There were more than 3,000 types recorded, but now there are only a few dozen left. Also, let me reveal something to you.”

Ji Xin’s voice was very soft, and when it fell into Lin Huaian’s ears, it was like an ice pick falling into an ice cellar—

“You are not the only one, Huaian, whose Sacred Body has been crippled.”

Lin Huaian was struck by lightning.

He swallowed his saliva and asked with trembling lips, “What does this sentence mean?”

“Holy Word Imperial Dynasty, Desolate Ancient Sacred Body Lin Huaian, Grand Qian Imperial Dynasty, Qianming Sacred Body Zhong Buyan, Zhenli Imperial Dynasty, Myriad Fire Sacred Body Yu Xudu…”

Ji Xin did not answer, but slowly recited a list of names, and finally looked at Lin Huaian and said softly, “You were originally a member of the list.”

Lin Huaian did not speak, but lowered his head to carefully understand the reason for this.

In this era, immortals were constantly reincarnating, or reviving themselves through their own means.

The Sacred Bodies, which were originally gradually decreasing in number, gradually encountered calamities in this era and were successively crippled… No wonder the people of the sect said that Lin Huaian had encountered a tribulation of the Heavenly Dao. It turned out that for the owners of Sacred Bodies, this was really a tribulation of the Heavenly Dao!

“Immortals are constantly gathering in this world. This shows that something big will happen in the world of this era. The Sacred Bodies, which were originally prosperous and numerous, are being abolished again by the will of heaven in this era. After discussing with the Holy Lord-level cultivators, we feel that there is probably only one answer to this secret.”

Ji Xin said in a deep voice, “A great catastrophe may be coming.”

Lin Huaian gently murmured the word “great catastrophe,” and a slow and heavy shiver ran through his body.

“In each era, only less than five cultivators can ascend to immortality and reach the realm of True Immortals, but in this era, there seem to be quite a few people with the qualifications of True Immortals,” Ji Xin said seriously, “You, Huaian, are also one of them.”

Hearing this, Lin Huaian’s body actually lightened, because he was a hammer.

Master, don’t talk nonsense. I’m really not a Chosen One. I’m just a useless person who wants to hug the thighs of the Chosen Ones!

Lin Huaian was about to cover his face and wail, but Ji Xin didn’t notice it. Instead, he said even more cheerfully, “Everyone says that you, Lin Huaian, are the reincarnation of an immortal, but I don’t think so.”

Oh? His master still had some rationality left?

Lin Huaian curiously and fortunately poked his head out.

“I think, Huaian, you are actually the reincarnation of an Immortal Venerable!”

Get out!!!

“In short, there are less than a hundred people in the entire Eastern Xuan Continent who know about the great catastrophe, and now you, Huaian, are also one of them,” Ji Xin turned his back happily, not seeing Lin Huaian lying on the ground with a dazed expression.

“I believe in your ability. After I go back, I will screen a list of female disciples for you. If it’s fast, I can find a suitable candidate tomorrow. There is also the Holy Land Competition in half a month.

Then you will be the leader and take the disciples for a trip. I don’t have high expectations for you. Just get first place and come back.”

What? What Holy Land Competition? What is that? And first place? Let me, a useless person, lead the team?!

As soon as the words fell, Ji Xin didn’t give Lin Huaian any time to refuse.

With a wave of his sleeves, he stepped into the void and fell towards the bottom of the mountain. Looking at Ji Xin’s dashing appearance, even he had to exclaim: A Dou Sect powerhouse, walking on the void, how terrifying!

But the problem now is a little big.

He has no cultivation, how can he participate in the Holy Land Competition?!

It’s broken, it’s broken, it’s broken…

Lin Huaian wiped his sweat, and finally thought that he could only find a reason to run away that day, even if he said that he had a sudden epiphany and wanted to retreat, right?

He couldn’t really bite the bullet and go up to get beaten, right?

Hello, I am the scumbag villain Lin Huaian in your eyes. Now I need a beating?

How is that possible!

He sighed, and for the time being, he began to look forward to whether Ji Xin could find him a new Chosen One.

Or rather… a new ancestor.

As for the great catastrophe?

What does it have to do with me? If the sky falls, the Chosen Ones will hold it up. I’ll just pretend to be dead honestly.

Thinking this, he felt much more relaxed.

He put his hands behind his back, stretched his waist over his head, and slowly walked into the cave dwelling. After all, he was so busy and tired today, he should be able to sleep well.