Chapter 513: Chapter 293: A Junior’s Offering, Tier Three Geng Metal

If one’s cultivation stagnates, death becomes an irreversible certainty.

So, when the descendants of an old friend came to visit, Lin Changheng had no reason to refuse.

...

An opening quietly parted in the Array, welcoming the approaching Dharma Ship.

The two on the ship were both perceptive; they knew this was Uncle Lin and Grandpa Lin guiding them in.

They carefully navigated through the gap in the shimmering barrier and landed slowly at a simple dock on the island’s edge. Filled with a mix of awe and anticipation, the two disembarked from the Dharma Ship. After straightening their robes, they prepared to greet the senior they had come to visit with the utmost deference. They imagined a dignified and imposing figure—perhaps a stern, transcendent old man, or a middle-aged man whose powerful presence commanded respect without a word.

However, when they looked up, the sight that greeted them made them both freeze, shattering all their expectations.

There was no imposing senior in sight.

What met their eyes was a frozen lakeshore, a few old trees draped in icicles, and... in the distance, a massive black turtle crouched like a small hill.

To their greater astonishment, perched serenely on the giant turtle’s back, which had three small, peak-like bumps, sat a handsome young man in a green robe who looked to be in his early twenties!

He held a green bamboo fishing rod, his eyes gently closed and his expression serene, as if lost in his own world of angling. His aura blended so perfectly with the icy landscape that, had they not seen him with their own eyes, they might not have noticed his presence at all.

’This... this is Uncle Lin? Grandpa Lin?’

Xu Bazheng and Xu Yongzhen stared at each other, their shared disbelief plain to see. The reality was a world away from what they had envisioned! If this weren’t Moonrest Island, and if he hadn’t been the one to open the Array for them, they would have assumed they had come to the wrong place.

The young man before them looked impossibly young, yet his aura was as deep and restrained as an abyss, utterly unfathomable. Such a transcendent bearing was something no ordinary young Cultivator could ever possess.

Xu Bazheng recovered first. Suppressing his shock, he quickly pulled the still-dazed Xu Yongzhen forward and bowed deeply to the young man on the turtle’s back.

"This junior, Xu Bazheng, pays his respects to Uncle Lin!"

"And this youngster, Xu Yongzhen, greets Grandpa Lin!"

Their voices unconsciously carried an even deeper reverence than before.

Xu Yongzhen, in particular, found it almost impossible to make himself address a Cultivator younger than himself with the word "Grandpa."

Lin Changheng didn’t open his eyes right away, but the hand holding his fishing rod paused for a moment. At the end of his line, a Silver-Scaled Fish that was just about to bite the hook was startled. With a flick of its tail, it vanished into the depths.

He didn’t get up, remaining seated peacefully on the turtle’s back as if they were merely common visitors, not the descendants of an old friend. He pointed to two stone cushions covered in animal pelts, already prepared on the ice beside him, and said in a calm voice, "Take up a rod."

"Yes!"

Though they didn’t understand his intention, they did as they were told.

They sat on the cushions and began casting their lines into the water to fish.

Whether it was due to their arrival or not, Lin Changheng’s luck suddenly improved. He didn’t even need Xiaobai to herd the fish; he simply began hooking them one after another.

The two Xu Family Cultivators, on the other hand, didn’t get a single bite.

It was as if the fish had been forewarned and were deliberately avoiding their hooks.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept by as snowflakes continued to drift down. Lin Changheng didn’t move, continuing to fish in the snow. The other two didn’t dare move either. Unable to discern Lin Changheng’s true intentions, they had no choice but to focus on fishing.

One day, two days, three days...

The sun set and the moon rose. In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

The three of them seemed not to have moved at all, making it impossible to tell whether they were fishing or in a state of Meditation.

At almost the same instant, the fishing rods of the two Xu Family members, which had been completely still until now, dipped simultaneously.

"A bite!"

They both lifted their rods. A look of pure delight flashed in Xu Bazheng’s eyes, and he immediately turned to look at Lin Changheng, who was still fishing beside him with closed eyes, his own line motionless. Xu Bazheng seemed about to speak but stopped himself.

Xu Yongzhen, however, had a completely different reaction. His eyelids barely lifted, his mind as calm as the frozen lake, without a single ripple. With just a steady flick of his wrist, he effortlessly pulled a Spirit Fish of the same size from the water.

He didn’t spare the fish a second glance. He simply unhooked it, placed it in the basket beside him, and cast his line again. The line cut through the air, landing in the same spot as before. It was as if nothing had happened, and he immediately returned to that state of near-Meditation.

Lin Changheng took it all in and nodded to himself. With a sudden wave of his sleeve, a formidable surge of Magical Power enveloped the two men. Their vision blurred for an instant, and then they found themselves inside a lakeside pavilion.

While the uncle and nephew were staring at each other, stunned by Lin Changheng’s level of Cultivation, two cups of steaming Spirit Tea slid to a stop in front of them.

"Thank you."

The two drank their tea, still a little reserved.

At the same time, Xu Bazheng presented a square wooden box. "This is a small token of this junior’s respect."

Lin Changheng intended to simply store it away with a wave of his hand, without even inspecting it. ’What could a junior at Early Stage Foundation Establishment and another at Late Stage Qi Cultivation possibly offer that would be useful to me? It’s the thought that matters.’

However, Xu Bazheng’s next words made Lin Changheng raise an eyebrow. "Inside is a small piece of Geng Metal."

Geng Metal was a special Tier Three Spiritual Material that could only be formed after being tempered by the Earth Veins for over a hundred years. It could compress Spiritual Qi to an extreme degree, causing it to tear and making any bladed edge incredibly sharp!

For weapons renowned for their Sharpness, such as swords and other blade weapons, it was an exceptionally suitable Spiritual Material for refining.

’I can integrate this into my Magical Treasure Embryo.’

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