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"Master, who is the man in this painting?" Yi Kong stared at the portrait of the white-robed man and asked.

The old monk looked over upon hearing the question and saw the white-robed man in the painting. The smile in his eyes gradually faded as he said, "The death of the first abbot of Da Lin Temple is related to this man."

"Ah?" Yi Kong asked in surprise, "Did he kill the abbot?"

The old monk shook his head, his turbid eyes scanning over several portraits hanging on the wall, and said, "The events of that year have long since dissipated with the abbot’s death, turning to nothingness. No one knows what truly happened. Nonetheless, his death is inextricably linked to them."

Yi Kong looked towards the other paintings, depicting two women, one in green and one in white.

The abbot’s painting skill was so divine that the two ladies appeared as if they were celestial immortals descended from heaven, their charm perfectly natural. The woman in green held a delicate and flexible precious sword, her eyes filled with an overwhelming aura of pride. The woman in white had a gentle demeanor, exuding a tender and soothing presence. A faint sorrow could be seen in her eyes, and even through the painting, Yi Kong could sense the sadness in her heart.

What surprised Yi Kong most was that the lower halves of the two women were long serpentine tails.

Were they demons?

Demons capable of taking human form must have reached a terrifying level of cultivation.

"Master." Yi Kong turned back to the painting of the white-robed man, his eyes containing a hint of uncertainty, and softly said, "I have seen this man before."

"What did you say?" The old monk was shocked and came over to stare at Yi Kong, asking, "What did you just say?"

Yi Kong looked at the portrait of the white-robed man and confidently said, "It’s him, it must be him. I cannot be mistaken."

"Master, I’ve told you that I met a powerful man at the military district competition; I couldn’t withstand a single move from him. That man looks exactly like the one in the painting," Yi Kong said.

"Is that so?" The old monk paused for several seconds, falling into thought.

"Could it be that the accounts recorded in ancient texts are all true?" The old monk furrowed his brows tightly, suddenly recalling something and turning to walk over to a yellow rosewood cabinet.

This wooden cabinet was quite old, bearing indelible marks left by the passage of time.

The old monk took out a hide scroll from the cabinet and carefully spread it out on the surface.

Yi Kong walked over, looking at the hide scroll on the cabinet, and asked quietly, "Master, what is this?"

The old monk did not answer, his murky eyes meticulously studying the inscriptions on the hide scroll. Yi Kong stood on his tiptoes, his gaze drifting over, wanting to see what was written, but he could not understand any of the ancient characters.

A few minutes later, the old monk put the hide scroll away, his expression grave as he asked, "What is his name?"

"Ah?"

"Oh, his name is Li Xiaoyao." Realizing the old monk was asking about Li Xiaoyao, he hurriedly replied.

"Li Xiaoyao?" Yi Kong nodded and asked, "Which unit is he from?"

"The Long Chi Troop."

"Long Chi, that’s a unit from the Lu Province military district," the old monk said. "Go prepare yourself. In two hours, follow me to Ling City."

"Master, what is this about..."

"Yi Kong, there are some things that I cannot explain to you in detail at the moment. If this Li Xiaoyao is truly as you say, looking exactly like the man in the painting, then you have made a great contribution," the old monk said.

Yi Kong faintly felt this was a significant matter, but as his master was unwilling to elaborate, he did not press further with questions.

"In these recent days, the sect leader abbot is not at Da Lin Temple, and the other elders have gone to Jinshan Temple. Keep this matter to yourself for now; we can disclose it once it has been confirmed," the old monk instructed.

"Alright, I understand, Master. I won’t spread word of this matter." Yi Kong had never seen his master so serious before, even when teaching him martial arts, he was never this solemn.

"Mm." The old monk was quite satisfied; he took out a scroll of martial arts from his storage ring and said, "This is the ’Lion Seal.’ Take it and dedicate yourself to its cultivation."

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"The ’Lion Seal’!" Yi Kong accepted the secret manual with great joy in his heart.

Da Lin Temple had many martial arts spells, among which the hand seals were considered the most advanced techniques.

"The ’Lion Seal,’" Seventh Rank martial arts technique—if he could master it, his strength in actual combat would certainly reach a new level.

"Master, I heard that the elders went to Jinshan Temple, and it seems that someone deliberately caused trouble." Yi Kong suddenly remembered that on his way back, he heard some fellow disciples saying that there was a disturbance at Jinshan Temple.

At first, he didn’t take it seriously, but later he heard that many elders rushed to Jinshan Temple.

It must have been a big problem; otherwise, those elders would definitely not have all hurried over.

You should know that Da Lin Temple is one of the Eight Great Sects of Xuan Country, so any trouble that requires several elders from Da Lin Temple to resolve must be significant.

...

Ever since Li Xiaoyao’s bloodline awakening yesterday, many people from the Li Family had been sleepless.

Among them, Xie Nan and her son were the most affected.

"Damn it, he actually has a Ninth Grade bloodline." Li Pengcheng clenched his fist tightly and smashed it down onto the table, making a loud "bang."

Xie Nan had a stern look on her beautiful face, with a trace of ruthlessness. She picked up a cup of tea, took a small sip, and said, "He’s just a low-life, unfit for a life of power. What does a Ninth Grade bloodline amount to? He’s destined to be an outsider—an unsupported master without anyone’s help can still be called a master?"

"Knock Knock Knock."

"Come in."

A man walked into the room, glanced at the two of them, saw that their faces were rather ugly, and even lowered his voice quite a bit.

"Madam, the clan leader has asked me to invite you to join the meeting."

"Alright, I’ll be there shortly."

After the man left, Xie Nan looked at Li Pengcheng who was wearing a dissatisfied expression, stroked his head, and said, "This Li Family will eventually be yours, no one can take it away."

...

In the grand meeting hall, Xie Nan arrived slightly late.

Li Chengfeng, who was sitting in the main seat, gave her a glance, then withdrew his gaze, and said, "The main purpose of today’s meeting is to discuss matters related to Xiaoyao. Yesterday’s bloodline awakening ceremony verified that Xiaoyao is a member of our Li Family, my son. I thought long and hard last night and decided to transfer twenty percent of the Li Family’s shares into Xiaoyao’s name, and in addition, I will hand over the management of the enterprises in the eastern region to him."

"I object," said the Fourth Elder from the outer family, Xie Nan’s person.

The Fourth Elder said, "Clan Leader, although he is your son, don’t you think that this is a bit too hasty of you?"

Li Chengfeng looked at him and calmly said, "Continue."

"Although Li Xiaoyao is a member of our Li Family, we need to thoroughly investigate the experiences of the over twenty years he has not been with the Li Family. If the investigation shows that he has no contacts with any external forces, it would not be too late to allocate resources to him then."

"Are you done?" Li Chengfeng said coldly, "I invited you here today to inform you, not to ask for your opinions. As the clan leader, I am the one who makes decisions, not you."