102: Lin Ziyan loves reading "Spring and Autumn Annals"

Celestial Tome Dynasty.

Mu Wuchen stood in the distance, observing a young man in the room, a look of disappointment on his face.

The young man not far away certainly looked good, but at this moment, he was lazily lying on the bed, eating fruit, while his other hand held an improper book, flipping through it with great interest.

At this moment, the young man’s lips curved into a smirk, and a perverted smile appeared on his face.

“Hehehe~”

And this young man was Lin Ziyan, the one Yang Yi spoke of…

He was also the person Yang Yi mentioned who would become an emperor through the Dao of Calligraphy in the future…

It had taken Mu Wuchen over a month from arriving here to identifying his target, and he had been observing Lin Ziyan for a week now.

Through a week of observation, Mu Wuchen had concluded that this Lin Ziyan was no young genius, much less a Son of Destiny; he was a complete and utter NEET!

His talent was mediocre, his cultivation was mediocre, and his strength was even more so!

At what appeared to be fifteen years old, he was only in the Qi Condensation. Not to mention being incomparable to a Son of Destiny, he was even vastly inferior to a minor villain like Nalan Yuruo, and not much stronger than his own maid!

How could such a good-for-nothing be a Son of Destiny?

How could such a loser become an emperor?

“Damn it, could it be that Yang Yi was lying to me?”

“Were those two people he mentioned just random fabrications, meant to lead me away and buy him time?”

A chill ran through Mu Wuchen’s heart, and killing intent instantly flared in his eyes.

He had wasted over a month because of such a useless person!

Mu Wuchen immediately wanted to kill Lin Ziyan and leave quickly.

Dong, dong, dong…

Just then, Mu Wuchen suddenly froze.

Was someone knocking on Lin Ziyan’s door?

And judging by the aura, the visitor’s realm was not low; he was at Huaxu Realm Stage Six.

“Who is it?”

Inside the room, Lin Ziyan quickly put away the book in his hand and scurried towards the door.

“It’s me, Brother Lin.”

At the door, a soft voice answered.

Hearing the visitor’s voice, Lin Ziyan immediately brightened, chuckling as he opened the door.

“Oh, come in, come in! So it’s Brother Wang, long time no see. What brings you here?”

After some polite pleasantries, the two stealthily made their way to Lin Ziyan’s desk.

Just then, the Huaxu Realm male, whom Lin Ziyan called Brother Wang, furtively pulled something from his embrace.

It was a book.

Mu Wuchen’s expression sharpened.

Could this book be unusual?

Like Yang Yi’s Wordless Divine Tome?

The cultivator surnamed Wang placed the book on the table and spoke with a grin.

“Brother Lin, look, I stumbled upon a peculiar book in the market called ‘Spring and Autumn of Joy.’ Its content is quite marvelous, and I’m sure Brother Lin will be interested!”

Lin Ziyan merely flipped through a few pages and his eyes lit up, then he burst into laughter.

“Good book, good book!”

“Truly a rare and excellent book!”

“We lechers…”

“We upright individuals should all read this ‘Spring and Autumn’!”

Just then, the cultivator surnamed Wang suddenly changed his tone, revealing his true intentions.

“Brother Lin, I observe that the female protagonist’s studies in this book are profoundly exquisite. If I could witness them firsthand, I would surely make a breakthrough…”

Then he leaned in closer and spoke cautiously.

“Look, Brother Lin, could you perhaps illustrate her?”

Mu Wuchen’s expression immediately became strange.

However, at this moment, Lin Ziyan showed a troubled expression.

“Alas, to be frank, Brother Wang, I’ve drawn too much this past week and I’m very tired. I’m afraid I can’t hold a brush…”

The cultivator surnamed Wang, however, solemnly pulled out a large, valuable immortal crystal and placed it in Lin Ziyan’s hand.

Lin Ziyan’s tone immediately shifted.

“However, if Brother Wang requests it, it’s not impossible!”

Lin Ziyan slapped the table, and a paper as thin as a cicada’s wing instantly appeared on the table.

He rolled up his sleeves, waved his hand, and a peculiar brush appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Lin Ziyan, with a focused expression, began to draw on the paper.

In less than half an hour, a lifelike drawing of a voluptuous beauty appeared on the paper!

The cultivator surnamed Wang was overjoyed to see Lin Ziyan so easily illustrate the beauty from the book, and the quality, as always, did not disappoint him. He carefully rolled up the painting and put it into his embrace.

Suddenly, the cultivator surnamed Wang looked at Lin Ziyan again, his eyes sincere.

“Brother Lin, although this beauty from the book is extremely helpful for my cultivation, we seekers of the Dao cannot be half-baked; only knowing the surface will inevitably lead to inferiority…”

“Do you think you could…?”

Lin Ziyan’s face suddenly showed a mysterious smile.

“You want the ‘welfare version’?”

Lin Ziyan suddenly spoke mysteriously.

The cultivator surnamed Wang nodded like a pecking chick.

“Alas…”

Lin Ziyan suddenly sighed.

“With my meager cultivation, being able to fortunately draw one picture for Brother Wang is already my limit, I’m afraid…”

The cultivator surnamed Wang seemed to have been prepared. He then took out a storage artifact, and one immortal crystal after another appeared on Lin Ziyan’s table, shimmering with a soft glow.

There were as many as ten immortal crystals before his eyes!

Lin Ziyan’s eyes immediately lit up, and then his tone shifted again.

“Alas, Brother Wang treats me like a brother, and I, too, treat Brother Wang like family!”

“For family, even if I, Lin Ziyan, have to risk my life, I must draw it for you!”

Another half an hour passed…

The cultivator surnamed Wang happily returned home with two paintings.

And at this moment, Lin Ziyan, chuckling, bit into the immortal crystals on the table, his eyes full of brilliant light.

“Hahaha, I’m rich…”

Watching this scene, Mu Wuchen shook his head helplessly. This guy was greedy, lecherous, and had low cultivation. He didn’t look like a future emperor at all!

However, through what had just happened, Mu Wuchen had also discovered that this seemingly ordinary young man was not ordinary at all!

Although he was not a Son of Destiny, the talent he displayed was still extremely unique!

Just then, Lin Ziyan, who had been so smug, suddenly bit into nothing. He looked closely, and the dozen or so spirit stones that had just been on the table were all gone!

“Who?!”

“Who is it?!”

“Who stole my immortal crystals?!”

Lin Ziyan suddenly roared in anger.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by.

Then, a man in white clothes, whiter than snow, appeared out of thin air before Lin Ziyan.

It was Mu Wuchen. Mu Wuchen took a few steps and stood before Lin Ziyan.

However, before he could speak, Lin Ziyan, who had just been furious, suddenly fell to his knees with a “plop,” his teeth chattering, before Mu Wuchen.

Even the ground echoed with “duang duang” sounds from his head hitting it…