Chapter Eighty-Three —— The Master of Nan Institute

  "Father, mother."

  Lin Yuan thought of his parents and naturally recalled the warm feelings of his childhood.

  "There's nothing that can stop me." Lin Yuan's gaze was firm, his eyes also looking towards the extreme west.

  Lin Yuan finally understood clearly what his goal was for the future, and his father had completely told him.

  "Dad, Mom, don't worry, I will definitely uncover the use of this Dry Heaven Ring, and that day will be the day we meet again." Lin Yuan's eyes were filled with an unyielding spirit.

  Just as Lin was lost in thought, a figure suddenly descended behind him, and the whole person flashed once, then disappeared again. In that instant, Lin also felt a strong aura sweeping across his body, which then vanished immediately.

  "That's what Father said was a strong person? Looking at the situation, it doesn't seem to have the same powerful aura as Father." Lin Yuan thought to himself in disdain.

  It seems that the pressure he will face in the future is getting bigger and bigger, and Lin Yuan has also set a goal for himself. Lin Yuan had already prepared an answer to the strong man's question, but unexpectedly, that person didn't come looking for him, only briefly probing, which made Lin Yuan's carefully prepared words useless.

  "It's fine, this way I'll save myself the trouble." Lin Yuan said, continuing to sit cross-legged on the bluestone slab, resuming his cultivation. His own injuries had not fully recovered yet, and just now, the primordial spirit left behind by his father had only managed to heal the chaos in his true yuan, but his external wounds were still far from being healed.

  "That's strange, just now there was a strong aura that clearly exceeded the Xiantian realm, how could it disappear in an instant? And Lin Yuan that kid even got some minor injuries." At the same time as Lin Yuan was cultivating, a green figure flashed through the small path, its entire body changing unpredictably.

  "It's better to see him tomorrow, it's also time to meet this disciple." The black shadow finished speaking and disappeared directly, leaving behind a residual shadow. All the directions where the black shadow went were in the direction of Changqing Pavilion.

  The next morning, Lin Yuan woke up from his cultivation, and the injuries he had sustained yesterday were completely healed. He wouldn't bother to think about who was trying to assassinate him, nor did he need to. What Lin Yuan needed now was strength; as long as he became powerful enough, all the plots would dissipate.

  Just as Lin Yuan was about to return to the house, the knocking sound reminded him that the big door that Zhang had forgotten and dropped was also repaired on the second day of destruction, and a harder door was installed.

  "Lin Shidi, the master is calling you." This person, Lin Yuan, was also familiar to him. He was an outer disciple of the Southern Institute and had arrived at Wuzong three years ago. His current strength was also in the later stage of the ninth rank of the acquired realm, ranking thirty-first on the Ranking Stele. He could be considered a master as well.

  "Oh? The head of the institute called me." Lin Yuan knew that he would be summoned by the head of the South Institute sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so soon. It seemed like he had just finished his challenge yesterday.

  "Alright, then please lead the way, Brother Zhou." Lin Yuan didn't say much either and was also thinking about this matter along the way.

  All along the way, Zhou Tong was in front and didn't speak. Except for the courtyard, everything else returned to normal. The two of them walked one in front of the other, almost running forward.

  The entire South Gate Yard is at least several miles in circumference. Lin Xuan usually comes to the South Yard for cultivation and has never visited it before, so he doesn't know how to get there, and has always been led by Zhou Tong.

  Zhou Tong could feel that Lin Yuan had been following him from behind, maintaining a distance of about two meters, and although he hadn't turned around, his heart was racing with shock.

  Although his speed was not fast, he was already not slow, and Lin Yuan's realm was indeed profound. Moreover, the aura emanating from his body was at least several times stronger than his own.

  Arrived!

  At last, after walking for nearly half a time and covering several miles of road, Zhou Tong finally brought Lin Yuan to the side of a pavilion. This pavilion was much taller and more magnificent than any other, with two layers of eaves, and the whole building looked grand and majestic, making one wonder what it would be like inside.

  "Lin Shidi, you can go in by yourself from here. Without the permission of the courtyard master, it's not allowed to enter. Lin Shidi might be the first person among all the disciples in the South Courtyard to enter this place." Zhou Tong said with a smile.

  "Oh, then thank you, senior brother, for showing me the way. I'll go in first." Lin Yuan said, and walked inside.

  After counting his breaths, Lin Yuan finally stepped into this place that only inner disciples were qualified to enter, and it was necessary to have the permission of the courtyard master.

  Song Feng's proud bones still linger

  The Longqing Pavilion has long been in Longqing.

  Lin Yuan's gaze swept across, and on both sides of the large gate of the entire pavilion hung a pair of couplets. The font of the couplet was majestic and powerful, showing its grandeur. The entire text was written in gold, shining brightly under the sunlight, as if it were a divine realm.

  Lin Yuan didn't ask much, and he knew that the master of the courtyard would ask what he could know this week. He knew that after entering, everything would be revealed, as for the purpose of the sudden summons by the master of the courtyard, he didn't think much about it either. The means of a powerful person who covers the world are often powerless even if they resist, so it's better to face them calmly.

  The gate of the pavilion was wide open, with a magnificent entrance that was at least one zhang high, as if it were the residence of a giant. Without hesitation, Lin Yuan stepped inside, and behind him, Zhou Tong looked at Lin Yuan's back as he entered, his eyes suddenly filled with admiration and appreciation, and also a hint of envy.

  This is a place that many outer door disciples yearn to enter, and even some inner door disciples yearn to be able to enter. Unexpectedly, an outer door disciple entered.

  As Lin walked into the attic, he originally thought it would be very dark, after all, the attic was surrounded by trees. Unexpectedly, the attic was filled with warm sunlight everywhere. The attic had no gaps and couldn't be seen from the outside, but once inside, its unique design allowed the windows to let in the sun's rays, illuminating the entire space.

  This is a sun-drenched attic, the interior of which appears brighter than ever, Lin Yuan understands that this attic is absolutely not as simple as it seems on the surface, and it must have used master-level techniques.

  The entire attic was made of unknown trees, and the surroundings were filled with a faint scent of wood. As for what kind of scent it was, Lin Yuan wasn't very clear either, but he felt that being here made his heart feel refreshed, and his mind was clear and invigorated.

  This was Lin Yuan's first time seeing such a peculiar attic, there was nothing special in the attic, some bookshelves were also randomly placed, very simple and casual.

  Even Lin Yuan wondered if this was the place that all the outer and inner door disciples yearned to enter. Wasn't there anything here?

  Actually, Lin Yuan didn't know that the reason they were able to enter here was because those who entered the attic were recognized by the master of the attic. That was a kind of protection, and it was an affirmation of one's own identity.

  Among the inner disciples, in the entire Southern Courtyard, only the personally taught disciples of the courtyard master can enter this Longqing Pavilion, and among the hundreds of people in the Southern Courtyard, the courtyard master's disciples are only four.