Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 1057 554: Eighth Life: The Lin Family of Swordsmiths, Solar-Melting Immortal Cauldron! (Part 2)
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A large group of them rode on massive camels, burdened with all sorts of supplies and merchandise, heading collectively toward one specific spot.
"Sir, those are the traders journeying to and from Sword Casting City."
"Nestled deep within the Western Desert, Sword Casting City seldom connects with the outer world, depending on these merchant caravans to fulfill its everyday requirements."
High above the desert sands.
Two beams of rainbow brilliance streaked overhead and vanished in a flash.
"Though barren here, the Earth Fire Power surges in abundance—no surprise the Lin Family established their city in this spot."
Having heard Yang Yuan's words, a spark of understanding gleamed in Lu Yuan's gaze.
Alchemy and artifact forging both demand intense fire.
The Lin Family's choice to construct here obviously aims to harness the Earth Fire Power for smelting metals, sparing immense labor.
Lu Yuan and Yang Yuan hurtled forward at tremendous speed, covering tens of thousands of miles in moments, plunging into the desert's heart.
At the core of this barren wasteland lay a lush, green oasis.
Birds chirped and flowers bloomed vibrantly in the oasis, featuring pristine mountains and streams.
Spiritual Energy wafted through the air, evoking a paradise of immortals amid mortals, utterly unlike the surrounding desert.
Furthermore, a protective array shielded the area, with myriad patterns weaving a glowing barrier overhead, like an immense inverted bowl covering the whole oasis.
Yet the grandest sight was the majestic metropolis towering boldly over the oasis.
This colossal city exuded dominance, as if reigning supreme over the desert, commanding every being for a hundred thousand miles around!
A towering peak thrust skyward from within the city, slicing through clouds like a razor-sharp blade, poised to rend the heavens!
"So this is Sword Casting City? Truly an awe-inspiring sight."
"Hold on, why do I sense Divine Fire Sect members here?"
A subtle shift crossed Lu Yuan's face, as though detecting something unusual.
Immediately.
His Divine Thought surged forth, piercing the City Defense Array effortlessly, blanketing much of Sword Casting City, and swiftly assessing the internal scene.
Several Void Dao Saint Masters clad in fiery black robes strolled casually along the streets, surrounded by Lin Family experts.
Grinning amiably, they chatted animatedly, like long-lost comrades, their bond warm and cordial.
Yet upon spotting a scarred middle-aged figure among them, Yang Yuan's eyes widened in shock as he cried out.
"Lin Pojun? How can the esteemed Lin Family Patriarch consort with Divine Fire Sect folks?"
"Does this mean the Lin Family has thrown in with the Divine Fire Sect?"
Yang Yuan's spirits plummeted, his expression turning grim.
Boasting a legacy spanning hundreds of thousands of years, Sword Casting City ranks as a premier power in the Profound Spirit Realm, rivaled only by the Medicine God Sect.
Should they defect and align with the Divine Fire Sect, it would deliver a fatal strike to the Medicine God Sect!
"No eternal allies exist, only perpetual gains."
"The Lin Family of Sword Casting City must have long eyed your Medicine God Sect's top position."
With calm detachment, Lu Yuan unveiled the Lin Family's ambitions.
A true hero of the world refuses to bow indefinitely.
Oppressed by the Medicine God Sect for years, the Lin Family endured isolation in this remote desert outpost.
Harboring deep resentment toward the Medicine God Sect, they now seize the Divine Fire Sect's assault as the ideal alliance opportunity.
"Sir, the Lin Family has colluded with the Divine Fire Sect already. What's our next move?"
Yang Yuan turned to Lu Yuan, inquiring urgently.
"Stay calm—they're merely Void Dao Saint Masters. Let's head into the city first and plan from there."
As Lu Yuan uttered this, he willed his muscles and bones to shift gradually.
Soon enough.
His form altered completely, becoming a robust man with a thick beard.
At his cultivation level, bodily mastery defies common comprehension.
Far beyond mere disguise, he could effortlessly switch gender or even species.
Witnessing this, Yang Yuan masked his presence too, then blended into a merchant caravan alongside Lu Yuan.
At that moment.
Oblivious to Lu Yuan and Yang Yuan's presence, Lin Pojun chatted fervently with the Divine Fire Sect group.
"Elder Song Yan's presence honors our Lin Family greatly this time."
Lin Pojun beamed widely, yet the burn scars twisting his face lent his grin a sinister edge.
Void Dao Saint Masters regenerate from a drop of blood, reshaping their very bones.
Those facial scars, however, stemmed from Law Dao Fire burns, indelible despite endless flesh reconstructions.
"Patriarch Lin, with time pressing, this old man skips formalities—straight to the point."
"If your Lin Family loans the Sun Melting Immortal Cauldron to me and allies with my Divine Fire Sect to shatter the Medicine God Sect's gates."
"Then, Xuandan City's lands and its Geomagnetic Fire Spirit become yours—Sword Casting City's!"
The elder in the fiery black robe stated bluntly.
"Xuandan City?"
Greed unmistakably flickered in Lin Pojun's eyes at those words.
Xuandan City is famed worldwide as the alchemy hub, but its hidden gem—the Geomagnetic Fire Spirit underneath—fuels its prosperity.
Why did the Lin Family opt for the Western Desert's depths over fertile realms?
Chiefly, because this region brims with potent Earth Fire Power.
Xuandan City's subterranean Earth Fire Power, honed over hundreds of thousands of years, dwarfs Sword Casting City's by tens of thousands-fold.
Claiming that domain would catapult the Lin Family's strength skyward.
They might even supplant the Medicine God Sect as the Profound Spirit Realm's foremost power!
"Elder Song Yan, even a weakened giant outmatches a pony. The Medicine God Sect commands two Venerables regardless."
"I, Lin Mou, merely a Half-Step Venerable—how could I challenge them?"
Lin Pojun countered warily, not rushing into the tempting offer.
Song Yan sneered at this, retorting with scorn.
"Medicine God Sect's Venerable Lingyun has exhausted his Origin, a mere shell unworthy of dread."
"Their Sect Master alone can't muster waves. Without my Divine Fire Sect's three Venerables aiming for swift conquest, why seek your Lin Family?"
"Patriarch Lin, the die is cast—Medicine God Sect's doom nears. Choose wisely, lest you err fatally."
Song Yan fixed Lin Pojun with a pointed look, heavy with undertones.
"Elder Song Yan is correct, yet this grave decision lies beyond my sole judgment. Please rest in the city today; I'll provide a firm reply tomorrow."
Lin Pojun responded promptly.
"Agreed. I've long heard of Sword Casting City but never visited. Now's my chance to see it."
Song Yan consented with a nod to Lin Pojun's suggestion.
"One caution: in this era of Dao strife, all lineages are drawn in—no escape possible."
"Pick wrong, and Medicine God Sect's fate awaits the Lin Family."
Lin Pojun trembled at these words.
Threatening though they were, he concealed any ire.
As a Half-Step Venerable, he grasped the Divine Fire Sect's terrifying might far better than lesser cultivators.
Against that behemoth, Sword Casting City's Lin Family amounted to mere insects.
Inciting their wrath would doom every Lin clansman to obliteration without graves.
"Fear not, Elder Song Yan—Lin Mou guarantees a pleasing response."
Lin Pojun pledged hastily, anxious not to slight him.
"Splendid."
A faint smile crossed Song Yan's lips as attendants led him to a dwelling.
As the figure receded, Lin Pojun exhaled in relief, tension easing.
"Patriarch, partnering with the aggressive Divine Fire Sect is like dancing with a tiger for its pelt."
"Lending the Sun Melting Immortal Cauldron risks permanent loss—they might seize it outright."
A Lin Family elder voiced worries in hushed tones.