Chapter 838: Ch 588 - Could It Be That Young Master He Also Has Eyes on Lady Pei?

Please excuse my absence. I was traveling in the UAE and experienced some unexpected airport delays because of the sudden war, that kept us there until two days ago. Thankfully, I am now back home. Thank you for your patience and I hope you have a peaceful day!----

After defeating Zhou Qi, Yino did two things in quick succession.

First, he returned to the seventh floor. He then ran into Lin Che right at the entrance of the Jianlan Sect’s seating area just as the boy was about to enter the arena.

Seeing his return in triumph, the boy naturally offered his congratulations with a face full of admiration. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yino spent two minutes teaching him a few miraculous little tricks for the upcoming martial arts match.

After waving goodbye to the boy, the young man directly lifted the curtain to the Jianlan Sect’s area. Ignoring Pei Zhihan’s somewhat strange look, he plopped right down beside her without any sense of personal space.

This was a luxurious private room on the seventh floor after all. The main seat was naturally spacious enough to accommodate two people.

Even so, Yino was both a male and a junior. Sitting on the same chair as her was still somewhat presumptuous.

Zhihan naturally could not guess his intentions for seeking her out today. She only felt suspicious that this young man harbored impure thoughts toward her.

She had also just noticed him stopping Lin Che at the door before the boy’s match to whisper something. All these suspicious details combined to make her already anxious heart even more fraught with worry.

This match was a battle concerning the survival of the Primordial Sacred Land.

The woman had worked incredibly hard for a very long time for this day. She did not want to offend anyone at the moment. Therefore, she could only sit stiffly and shift to the side in front of Yino.

Just as her heart burned with anxiety, a provocative voice suddenly echoed from outside the curtain.

"If that Lin Che loses his very first match, then the Primordial Sword Dao left behind by Lady Pei’s Master will be in deep trouble!"

Zhihan instantly recognized the person’s identity just from the tone of his voice alone.

It was Lin Yuchen. He was at the Great Vehicle stage and the eldest young master of the Grand Tutor’s Lin mansion.

Back when she cultivated under the Primordial Sword Ancestor, she had been an all-powerful figure in the Immortal Realm. She was a generational genius sword master capable of looking down on all heroes.

At that time, many talented people, including Lin Yuchen, had courted her more than once.

However, her personality was as frigid as her name. She wholeheartedly sought to explore the absolute peak of the sword dao. She never paid any mind to these childish games of romance and naturally never gave noble family young masters like him a second glance.

Relying on the prestige of her master back then, Lin Yuchen could not obtain what he desired. Even though the Grand Tutor’s Mansion held monstrous authority, they still did not dare to extend their reach into the Primordial Sword Ancestor’s domain.

But times changed. The Primordial Sword Ancestor later perished.

Without her master’s prestige to protect her, Pei Zhihan found her cultivation stuck at the Tribulation Crossing stage with no breakthrough in sight. Over time, Lin Yuchen naturally managed to catch up in cultivation by relying on his family’s vast resources.

Today, she was at the Tribulation Crossing stage while he had reached the Great Vehicle stage. Strictly speaking, there was hardly any difference between their cultivation levels anymore. In a few more years, the man might even be the first to undergo tribulation and ascend while she remained stagnant.

Naturally, this rekindled his designs on her.

Having cultivated for many years, how could Pei Zhihan not understand the principle that the winner becomes king while the loser is vilified?

She only had one final desperate gamble left.

If Lin Che could truly miraculously win the match just as Yino claimed, then she could shut the mouths of the noble family elders. It would prove that the boy was a future talent worthy of inheriting the Primordial Sword Dao.

In doing so, she could protect the legacy her Honored Master had left behind.

Conversely...

If the boy lost, her position in the Jianlan Sect would inevitably face challenges once more.

By then, she would be completely isolated. Even the sect’s clan elders would no longer tolerate her. Where in this world would there be a place for her?

She knew very well that Lin Yuchen had locked onto this exact weakness. That was why he came knocking time and again to try and persuade her.

Although she felt nothing for him, he was still the eldest son of the Grand Tutor’s Mansion. His influence was overwhelming across the entire Northern Region and even the Western Region. If his family could back her, then even the opposing factions within the Jianlan Sect would not dare to shake the Primordial Sacred Land she was guarding.

As for the price, it would be nothing more than discarding her own dignity.

Truthfully, yielding to him had indeed been one of her predetermined worst-case scenarios.

In any case, she was stuck at the Tribulation Crossing stage with no hope of a breakthrough.

Her dao heart could not see a single shred of a future. What was the point of continuing to hold on?

Rather than that, it would be better for her to throw away her dignity to protect the Primordial Sword Dao. She could then wait for a more suitable fated one in the future to pass down her master’s legacy.

Therefore, his visit today meant he was likely certain of Lin Che’s defeat. He planned to humiliate her once again...

Master, your disciple is incompetent. My cultivation has stopped at the Tribulation Crossing stage, she mourned inwardly.

Whenever she thought of this, a wave of despair washed over her. Even the world before her eyes faded back into a dull monochrome.

Her pale hands slightly tightened around her dress hem. She looked up at the man behind the curtain. Her dull, cold eyes held unwillingness, yet all that remained was the powerlessness of quietly waiting for fate to arrive.

"Oh my, if it isn’t eldest young master Lin!"