Chapter 3570: A Foxkin Spatial Cultivator

As soon as the temple priests learned who had arrived, they opened the path without hesitation.

The royal escort led Lin Mu directly toward the grand entrance.

Tall stone pillars carved with ancient runes lined the temple steps.

Massive statues of the four legendary Guardian Beasts stood watch at the front courtyard.

Azure Dragon.

Vermilion Bird.

White Tiger.

Black Tortoise.

Their stone forms radiated an ancient presence that even ordinary cultivators could feel.

Meng Bai stopped for a moment just to stare.

"Master..."

His voice was filled with awe.

"We’re really here."

Lin Mu nodded quietly.

The Temple of the Guardian Beasts stood in solemn majesty beneath the morning sky. The towering stone statues of the four sacred protectors cast long shadows across the courtyard, and the air itself carried the faint scent of incense and ancient wood.

Lin Mu stepped forward calmly.

Meng Bai followed closely behind, his eyes still wide with wonder as he studied the towering architecture and the sacred carvings along the pillars.

Little Shrubby walked beside Lin Mu like a regal crimson cat, while the twin serpents coiled loosely around Lin Mu’s shoulders and arms. Their black and white eyes flickered with curiosity as they observed everything around them.

Minister Huli Ren and the escorting guards halted respectfully near the temple entrance.

Waiting there was a single figure.

An elderly foxkin.

The moment Lin Mu laid eyes on the man, he immediately understood that this was no ordinary priest.

The foxkin appeared ancient. His fur was dark black along most of his body, but the fur around his head and muzzle had faded into streaks of gray, a sign of great age among foxkin.

Yet despite his age, the man’s posture was perfectly upright.

His presence was calm, powerful and unmistakably profound.

Lin Mu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The aura radiating from the old foxkin was unlike any other foxkin he had encountered so far.

Even King Huli Qian did not possess this kind of presence.

The king was powerful.

But this old priest...

Lin Mu could feel something different within him.

It was not merely cultivation.

Yes, the man’s cultivation base was immense. Lin Mu estimated that the old foxkin had already stepped into the Transcendent Immortal Realm.

But that was not what made Lin Mu focus.

It was the Qi.

There was something within that Qi that Lin Mu recognized instantly.

A familiar distortion.

A subtle ripple within the natural flow of energy.

Lin Mu’s eyes sharpened.

Spatial Qi.

This old foxkin...

...was a spatial cultivator.

Lin Mu’s mind moved quickly.

This made the fourth spatial cultivator he had encountered so far.

Temple Head Xing Duyi.

Envoy Liu Bei.

The elder of the Ephemera Sect.

And now...

This foxkin priest.

The realization brought a quiet spark of interest into Lin Mu’s eyes. Meanwhile, the old foxkin priest had also noticed Lin Mu. The moment his gaze settled upon him, the man’s aged eyes suddenly widened.

For a brief moment, the calm and composed temple head looked almost startled.

The two men stared at one another.

Something passed silently between them.

A subtle recognition, not of faces, but of something deeper. Something only spatial cultivators could sense.

A knowing look formed in both their eyes.

The old foxkin’s lips slowly curved into a faint smile.

"Well now..."

His voice was aged but steady.

"It has been quite some time since another one of us walked through these doors."

Minister Ren blinked in confusion.

"Another one...?"

But the old foxkin was already stepping forward.

He bowed politely.

"I am Temple Head Puyi."

"I oversee the Temple of the Guardian Beasts."

Then his smile deepened slightly.

"I belong to the lineage of Wu."

He paused.

Then his eyes focused directly on Lin Mu.

"And you, young one..."

"Which legacy do you belong to?"

The question immediately puzzled Minister Ren.

’Legacy?’

He had served in the Ministry of Rites and Religion for centuries.

He knew of powerful cultivators. He knew of sects and bloodlines. But the way the temple head had spoken made it sound like something entirely different.

Something older.

Something hidden.

Meng Bai was also confused.

He glanced at Lin Mu but remained silent.

Meanwhile, Lin Mu felt a quiet headache forming.

Of course.

Spatial cultivators and their legacies.

He understood the meaning behind the question immediately.

But that also created a problem.

He could not simply answer honestly.

If he revealed that his master was Xukong...

There was a very high chance the situation would escalate into something extremely embarrassing.

Lin Mu had not forgotten what happened the last time he encountered a spatial cultivator from another legacy.

Temple Head Xing Duyi and Envoy Liu Bei had practically collapsed trying to calculate how many generations separated them from Xukong.

And once they did...

The titles began.

"Great great great great great... and more greats before, grand uncle master..."

Lin Mu had no desire to experience that again.

Especially not in front of Minister Ren, Meng Bai, and the entire temple staff.

So Lin Mu simply smiled calmly.

"I apologize."

"But this may not be a conversation suitable for public discussion."

He gestured subtly toward the others present.

"It would be better to discuss such matters in private."

Temple Head Puyi studied him carefully.

Then he nodded slowly.

"Yes..."

"That would be appropriate."

Spatial cultivator matters were not something outsiders should overhear. Even high officials were rarely allowed to learn about such things.

The temple head did not press the matter further. Instead, he turned and gestured toward the temple interior.

"Come."

"I will escort you inside."

With a wave of his sleeve, he dismissed the priests and temple guards standing nearby.

They bowed respectfully and withdrew without question.

Soon they entered the Grand Temple.

The interior was vast.

Tall pillars rose toward a ceiling carved with depictions of the four Guardian Beasts.

Massive statues of the Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise stood along the central hall, each radiating a faint sacred aura.

Rumble

Once they were inside, Temple Head Puyi closed the temple doors.

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