Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

The young man’s name was Lii Huan, a Martial Artist with decent talent. Lin Zheyu had exchanged a few words with him yesterday.

"Mm."

"Get me a trained Silver-Maned Horned Eagle."

Lin Zheyu said calmly.

Lii Huan was in charge of managing the Martial Hall’s spirit beasts; all deployments of spirit beasts had to go through him.

"Alright, Vice Hall Master, please wait a moment."

Lii Huan nodded and didn’t ask what Lin Zheyu intended to do with it; that wasn’t a question he should be asking.

Very soon, Lii Huan returned with a ferocious bird over half a meter tall, its temples silver-maned.

This kind of spirit beast had strength roughly around Qi Cultivation Second Layer, not very powerful.

Silver-Maned Horned Eagles were mainly used as scouts and for reconnaissance.

"I’ll buy this Silver-Maned Horned Eagle. Register it."

Lin Zheyu handed over a mid-grade Spirit Stone.

"Alright."

Lii Huan nodded.

Lin Zheyu left the Martial Hall with the Silver-Maned Horned Eagle, and before long he took the horned eagle out of Flame Martial City.

"Go."

Lin Zheyu patted the Silver-Maned Horned Eagle. His Spiritual Sense moved as he issued a command to the bird.

Screech~~

The Silver-Maned Horned Eagle let out a cry, spread its huge wings, soared into the air, and disappeared from sight.

"This way, that’s one less trouble."

Lin Zheyu watched the Silver-Maned Horned Eagle’s figure vanish and murmured softly.

Not long after, he saw several figures sneaking along in the direction the Silver-Maned Horned Eagle had flown, hurrying after it.

"Heh..."

The corner of Lin Zheyu’s mouth lifted slightly as he let out a light chuckle.

He didn’t even have to think to know these people were eyes and ears sent by Wu Yixuan to shadow his every move.

But Lin Zheyu didn’t care in the least.

He had placed that old fellow Fan Hongwei’s Token on the Silver-Maned Horned Eagle; even if someone took it, it didn’t matter.

"Time to go to the banquet."

Having settled the matter of the Token, Lin Zheyu felt much more at ease.

When he arrived at the Profound Light Tower, a maid was already waiting below. Upon seeing Lin Zheyu, she came up respectfully to greet him.

"This way, sir."

The maid said respectfully.

Lin Zheyu followed behind the maid up to the third floor of the Profound Light Tower.

The private room door opened, and four young men and women were already seated inside.

"Haha, this must be Mr. Xiao Yu, yes? I’ve heard so much about you."

"Come, have a seat over here."

The young man sitting by the window laughed as he spoke upon seeing Lin Zheyu.

He was a rather handsome-looking youth, with fair skin and a refined, scholarly air about him.

"Greetings, Mr. Han."

Lin Zheyu smiled, cupping his hands, and sat down in the seat beside him.

This refined youth who had greeted him was Han Ge of the Han Family. Before coming, Lin Zheyu had specially looked into things, so he recognized him at first glance.

"A few fellow Daoists still haven’t arrived, but they should be here soon."

"Come, let me introduce everyone. This is Mr. Xiao Yu, who just joined the Martial Alliance."

"I’ve heard that yesterday he crossed hands with Tianyue and defeated that long-famous Tianyue with just a single strike, hailed as the foremost under the Shackled Realm."

Han Ge smiled as he introduced him to the other three.

"Tch—"

Suddenly, a derisive snort sounded. On the face of the burly young man sitting opposite Lin Zheyu, a trace of disdain appeared.

"What shameless boasting."

"He merely beat that piece of trash Tianyue and dares call himself the foremost under the Shackled Realm? Does he really think our three great clans don’t exist?"

The burly man sneered mockingly.

Hearing this, Lin Zheyu’s brows furrowed slightly.

He swept his gaze over the others and didn’t see any particular reaction on their faces.

Even Han Ge acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, still smiling pleasantly.

But soon enough, Han Ge smiled and tried to smooth things over.

"Mr. Ning, you jest. That’s merely a rumor spread by busybodies in the Martial Alliance, not something Mr. Xiao said himself. There’s no need to take it too seriously."

Han Ge said with a smile. He looked at Lin Zheyu somewhat apologetically and added, "Mr. Xiao, don’t take it to heart. Mr. Ning just has a bit of a temper. He doesn’t mean any harm."

"It’s fine."

Lin Zheyu replied blandly.

A faint feeling of discomfort rose in his heart.

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