Ye Lin walked to the table, picked up the Yao Beast meat on it, and started eating.
He completely disregarded his image; free food was not to be wasted.
Moreover, this kind of Yao Beast meat was of great use to him; upon swallowing a mouthful, a surge of Spiritual Qi flowed through his body.
What surprised Ye Lin was that Wu Xin, beside him, also showed no reservations, picking up the Yao Beast meat and starting to eat.
"Monk, don't you Buddhists advocate not killing and not eating meat?"
"Benefactor, having Buddha in one's heart is enough. I Cultivate the Buddha's Heart, not the Buddha himself," Wu Xin said with a slight smile.
Hearing this, Ye Lin nodded slightly.
"But Benefactor, you have to admit, this stuff really tastes good," Wu Xin said with a greasy mouth, chuckling.
A bald monk, with a greasy mouth—this scene looked abnormal no matter how one viewed it.
Li Youran, on the other hand, ate with much more elegance.
"This Fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. May I ask which major power's successor you are?" At this moment, a young man approached with a smile.
"You are..." Ye Lin looked at the young man in front of him with a puzzled expression. This person was unfamiliar; he had never seen him before.
"I am Xue Sheng, the Third Prince of the Glazed Imperial Dynasty."
"The Glazed Imperial Dynasty is the fifth-ranked power in Tianhe County, and its strength is formidable," Wu Xin transmitted to Ye Lin when he saw Ye Lin's increasingly puzzled expression.
After Wu Xin's explanation, Ye Lin finally understood.
Among the Human Race, there was also a special group of Cultivators: Luck Cultivators.
Mortal Dynasties, according to their strength, were successively divided into Dynasties, Imperial Dynasties, and Imperial Dynasties.
These people did not rely on Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, but on Luck.
The stronger the Imperial Dynasty they belonged to, the stronger the Luck that rebounded, and the stronger they became.
They were born not needing to Cultivate; their cultivation would increase step by step on its own.
The controller of an Imperial Dynasty was tied to the entire power; he did not need to Cultivate, the stronger the Imperial Dynasty, the stronger he became.
Such a person possessed the Luck of the entire power; within the same realm, no one dared to provoke him.
Killing an Imperial Dynasty controller would burden you with immense Karma; in severe cases, you might be immediately struck down by the Heavenly Dao.
And only the Imperial family of an Imperial Dynasty could Cultivate with Luck.
"My identity is a bit special," Ye Lin said, looking at Xue Sheng.
He then ignored Xue Sheng and continued eating.
Seeing Ye Lin directly ignore him, Xue Sheng couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed.
He was different from those who came from Sects and aristocratic families; he was born noble, and Ye Lin ignoring him like this made him feel that he had lost Face.
"In that case, farewell." Xue Sheng cupped his fists and bowed to Ye Lin, then walked away.
He had approached Ye Lin because he looked unfamiliar; most unfamiliar Faces here were likely Disciples from reclusive powers.
And these people were precisely the ones he sought to befriend, but he had unexpectedly been rebuffed on his first attempt.
"These people are born noble beyond compare and have been pampered since childhood. Now that you've ignored him like this, he probably won't be able to swallow this slight," Wu Xin said to Ye Lin, swallowing the Yao Beast meat in his hand.
They held extreme disdain for such Cultivators who relied on Luck.
The biggest drawback for Luck Cultivators was that if the Imperial Dynasty they relied on collapsed, none of them would escape; at best, their cultivation would dissipate, and at worst, they would suffer Qi Deviation.
"I don't know him, and someone who can Cultivate to such a level shouldn't be so petty," Ye Lin said, shaking his head.
Anyone who could Cultivate to such a level and came from a major power surely had some skill.
Seeing Ye Lin like this, Wu Xin chuckled. So young.
Luck Cultivators' cultivation levels increase on their own; they don't need to Cultivate at all, they just need to lie down.
Therefore, they haven't experienced what a normal Cultivator should experience.
Some Imperial Dynasty princes, in terms of magnanimity, are not even as good as an ordinary Mortal.
"Look, it's Jian Wushuang!"
"So, so powerful! I can't even withstand Jian Wushuang's aura?"
"How is that possible? My Sword Intent is completely suppressed? This is impossible."
At this moment, a commotion erupted among the crowd, and Ye Lin and Wu Xin turned to look.
They saw a young man with a long sword on his back and a resolute expression slowly walking towards them.
The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi flowed around the young man; the Cultivators around him couldn't even get within one meter of him.
They would be forced back by the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi surrounding the young man.
The moment he saw this young man, Ye Lin's brows furrowed.
He felt a fatal threat from this young man.
Since he began Cultivating, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation among those of the same realm.
The young man in front of him was a Golden Core Peak Cultivator; he was certain of this in his heart.
"Wu Xin of Foshan, greetings, Benefactor." Seeing Jian Wushuang walk towards them, Wu Xin put his palms together and bowed.
So this person was Jian Wushuang, Ye Lin thought to himself.
"Fellow Daoist, no need for such courtesy. And this Fellow Daoist is...?" Jian Wushuang smiled slightly at Wu Xin, cupped his fists in return, then turned his gaze to Ye Lin.
"Ye Lin, an Outer Sect Disciple of Nameless Mountain, greets Fellow Daoist." Ye Lin cupped his fists and bowed to Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang's strength warranted such respect.
"Hahaha, so it's a talented Disciple from Nameless Mountain. My apologies, my apologies." Upon hearing Ye Lin's identity, Jian Wushuang laughed heartily, cupping his fists in return.
"However, I observe that Sword Intent surrounds Fellow Daoist's body. I presume you are also a Sword Cultivator?" Jian Wushuang looked at Ye Lin with a smile.
"Precisely."
"In that case, we must have a sparring match someday." Jian Wushuang immediately became interested in Ye Lin.
Who didn't know the fame of Nameless Mountain? An Outer Sect Disciple of Nameless Mountain was also a Sword Cultivator, which piqued his interest.
He had defeated all Sword Cultivators in Tianhe County with a single sword, but he had never fought a Disciple from Nameless Mountain before.
"Definitely."
"Hahaha, good."
"Little Sister Li Youwei, it's been so many years, and you've grown even more radiant! The last time I saw you was over a decade ago. I didn't expect you to have grown into such a big girl now." Jian Wushuang walked behind Ye Lin, looking at Li Youwei, and said with a smile.
"Big Brother Wushuang!" Li Youwei's eyes lit up when she saw Jian Wushuang. She then hugged Jian Wushuang's arm and pointed directly at Wu Xin. "Big Brother Wushuang, that big monk bullied me earlier. You must avenge me!"
Wu Xin, meanwhile, wore a bitter smile. This girl was at it again.
"Oh? Bullying my Little Sister Li Youwei? Alright, Big Brother promises to avenge you." Jian Wushuang feigned surprise, smiling as he patted Li Youwei's shoulder.
Then, his eyes turned to Wu Xin.
"You bullied my Little Sister Li Youwei, Monk. A battle in three days."
"Little Monk accepts." Hearing Jian Wushuang openly challenge him, Wu Xin accepted without the slightest hesitation.
With so many people watching, if he refused, it would directly imply that the Buddha Son of Fo Shan was inferior to Jian Wushuang of Divine Sword City.
At that time, Foshan's prestige would suffer greatly.
The Buddha Son of Fo Shan didn't even dare to accept a challenge. If that got out, how would he, Wu Xin, ever get by in the future?
"Hahaha, good! Welcome, gentlemen, to the grand event of my Divine Sword City. I, Jian Wushuang, especially thank you all."
"gentlemen, please enjoy yourselves. If there are any shortcomings in our hospitality, please be understanding."