How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!

"Mr. Lei, this person is not a simple character, don’t judge him with the usual bureaucratic etiquette."

Lei Tianlun hesitated for a moment: "Alright!"

Zhen Heaven Pavilion, Xin Hall.

The places concerning intelligence are always particularly secretive.

Zhen Heaven Pavilion is especially so.

Xin Hall is behind the main gate of Zhen Heaven Pavilion.

Once the main gate opens, the peaks behind it present themselves in unison.

These peaks are sealed by a Great Array, and ordinary people cannot see them from the outside.

Those inside wanting to exit must also use the main gate.

This includes the military, and all other major halls like the Cultivation Hall, Buddhist Hall, Taoist Hall, and Confucian Hall.

Lei Tianlun halted at the main gate.

Qing Ying also stopped at the main gate.

Lin Xiaosu alone entered the inner hall of Zhen Heaven Pavilion, moved a step, soared into the sky, and landed atop Xin Hall. Xin Hall had long received the Pavilion Master’s instructions, and the Hall Master bowed to welcome him.

After ten breaths, Lin Xiaosu appeared before a small courtyard.

This courtyard was ancient and elegant.

Inside this courtyard, there was a garden, and also a pavilion.

There were two people in the pavilion.

One appeared to be in his forties or fifties, graceful, with a calm and refined aura akin to that of a Great Scholar. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The other was petite, standing no more than four feet tall, delicate and exquisite.

Seeing the person, as he walked leisurely through the flower path, the relaxed demeanor of the two completely vanished.

The middle-aged man rose gracefully, placing his hand on the table in front of him, where a cup of leftover tea rested. The surface of the tea rippled gently.

There was no conversation, only eye contact. In an instant, countless words flowed through their gazes.

Lin Xiaosu stepped onto the pavilion.

As he took this step, the petite woman gently raised her hand.

Outside the pavilion, a layer of thin silk appeared—it was a soundproof barrier, definitely not an ordinary soundproof barrier.

Lin Xiaosu’s gaze paused on her face for half a second, then shifted to the middle-aged man: "Professor Lin, how have you been?"

Professor Lin.

These three words do not exist in this world.

The moment he spoke, it confirmed that the person before him was indeed the Professor Lin of yesteryear from Bai shan residence, Lin Weiyang.

Lin Weiyang took a deep breath: "The day before yesterday, I visited your residence, but you were not back! So, I couldn’t verify whether the legendary Marquis Xueyi of Dahuang City was you, my old friend."

"You should have guessed it was me long ago!" Lin Xiaosu laughed, "Simply because I left many clues for friends to reunite."

"You mean ’Heart Sutra’? Or ’Spring River Flower Moon Night’, ’Burial Flower Song’?"

"Yes!"

Lin Weiyang sighed lightly: "Who would have thought that the literary and even Buddhist path legends that astonished countless people in this world were merely clues you left for old comrades, indicating that you were in the Dahuang Court."

"The chaos of the Ancient Wilderness needs a unification of hearts, a sincere collective effort. Everyone is groping along a solitary path, which doesn’t favor forming a cohesive force," Lin Xiaosu said. "So, after I gained a foothold, I immediately sent out the message, telling everyone where I was."

"Using the ancestral treasures of Daxia’s traditional culture to send messages is indeed extraordinary and exquisite, but have you considered that this is a double-edged sword? Not everyone from that world is your comrade. The information you send to allies may also become clues for enemies to find you."

The petite woman offered a cup of tea.

Lin Xiaosu took the tea, smiled gently: "That’s why I said, I sent this message only after I had secured my position."

"Today, have you already secured your position?" Lin Weiyang asked.

"I suppose I have!"

"Does His Majesty know your origin? Is it of no consequence?" Lin Weiyang asked.

Lin Xiaosu laughed: "What do you think His Majesty values me for? Is it because I come from an Ancient Sect? Or because I can accomplish tasks for him?"

Of course, Lin Weiyang understood this reasoning.

Emperors value people for their talents and genuinely do not care about their origins.

His origin from an Ancient Sect, or from another world, makes no difference to this King. In fact, coming from another world may make the King even more at ease, as at least there is no worry of collusion with Ancient Sects for nefarious purposes.

However, this world has more than just a King. The most terrifying people are never the King himself. Lin Weiyang exhaled lightly: "Even if the topmost people know your origin, do you still not fear?"

"The topmost? Are you referring to levels like Wan du sect, Heart Dao, or people like Cangyuan?"

Lin Weiyang’s eyes flickered: "Tell me about them all!"

"If it refers to Cangyuan, I don’t care! Do you know why? Cangyuan actually doesn’t concern himself with where I come from, because even if I were ten or a hundred times stronger, to them, I would still be an ant, and a soaring eagle doesn’t care about which nest an ant on the ground comes from."

"What about Wan du sect and Heart Dao?"