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She wore a simple, pale-green dress that complemented her elegant yet regal bearing—like an immortal goddess descended from the heavens, untouched by mortal dust.
Her eyes, especially, were like sapphires—clear, luminous, and mesmerizing. Paired with long lashes and willow-leaf brows, they seemed to speak without words.
Her face was delicate, with the soft contours of an oval, framed by waist-length azure hair. It was loosely tied back with an exquisite hairpin, revealing her smooth forehead, while a few strands of bangs cascaded to either side.
Her swan-like neck bore the gemstone necklace from their engagement, enhancing her ethereal beauty—radiant yet refined, alluring yet pure.
Pregnancy had not diminished Lan Yin's charm. Instead, it had added a maternal grace to her presence, making her even more captivating.
She's like the gentle waters of Jiangnan—a woman of delicate beauty and quiet strength.
This was Lin Yongming's first sight of Lan Yin after opening his eyes. To him, she was even more beautiful than in the animations—kinder, softer, real.
"A-Yin… is that you?" Lin Yongming stepped forward, his voice trembling with emotion.
"Xiao Ming! You—your eyes are open! You can see me?" Lan Yin stared in disbelief at his now-clear gaze, bright as the night sky.
"Yes, A-Yin. I can see you. Finally, I can see you." He grasped her shoulders, nodding fervently, his heart overflowing with joy.
"Wuu… Xiao Ming, your eyes… they're really healed!" Overwhelmed, Lan Yin buried her face in his chest. "This is the happiest day of my life—one of the top three, at least."
"Thank you, A-Yin. For everything—your support, your encouragement. I wouldn't be here without you." He tenderly stroked her silken hair.
"By the way, what were the other two happiest moments?" he asked curiously.
"Our engagement, of course… and the day I found out I was pregnant." She smiled softly.
"If Dong'er knew your eyes had healed, she'd be overjoyed too."
"Yeah… She loves exploring the world, yet she's stayed cooped up in that courtyard all this time, just for my sake. Once you've safely given birth, I'll find a way to visit her in Spirit Hall City."
"But first, let's go inside. It's cold—you shouldn't catch a chill." Gently, he guided her indoors and shut the door behind them.
Later, in the warmth of their home…
"Xiao Ming, what happened earlier? Was that figure in the sky really you? I thought you needed to be a Soul Sage to open your eyes, but you haven't even obtained your seventh spirit ring yet. How…?" Lan Yin sat on the couch, her sapphire eyes wide with curiosity.
"I've already broken through to Soul Sage. My spirit power's reached level 75." Without hesitation, Lin Yongming explained everything.
"In short, I used today's unusual weather to comprehend my future cultivation path. Then, by harnessing the power of the heavenly lightning, I condensed my own spirit ring."
Lan Yin gasped. "You created a spirit ring using lightning?! Xiao Ming, how did you even think of that?"
He grinned. "I was inspired by you. Remember how you told me that spirit beasts who take human form can condense their own rings before reaching Soul Sage, drawing from their innate power? I did the opposite—I gathered external spiritual energy to form a ring outside my body, then absorbed it."
"Show me! Let me see your seventh ring!" she urged excitedly.
Lin Yongming obliged, summoning his spirit ring—a deep, vibrant red, marking its 100,000-year grade.
Lan Yin reached out, her fingertips brushing the ring. She closed her eyes, sensing its energy.
"It's so… natural. Unlike spirit rings taken from beasts, which are wild and violent, yours is pure, harmonious. This must be the difference."
"If all spirit masters could cultivate like this—drawing energy from heaven and earth instead of hunting spirit beasts—it would change everything," she murmured in awe.
"True. But it's not easy. Every martial soul is different." He nodded.
If such a method existed, spirit masters could reach new heights… but the gap between geniuses and average cultivators would widen even further.
After more conversation, Lan Yin grew weary and retired to their bedroom.
Alone, Lin Yongming studied his reflection.
His blue hair was windswept, his brows thick and expressive. His face bore a resolute handsomeness, but his attention fixed on the faint, two-centimeter line between his eyebrows.
The "Wisdom Eye" from the Tome of Fluctuations…
According to the ancient text, once awakened, this eye would allow him to perceive the essence of all things—to see the unseen, comprehend the incomprehensible. It was the pinnacle of his cultivation path.
But opening it would be far harder than restoring his sight.
Still… I'll succeed. No matter what.
With renewed determination, he joined Lan Yin in bed, drifting into peaceful slumber.
The next morning, his parents wept with joy upon seeing his restored vision.
Lin Chong, his father, had short gray hair streaked with white. His mother, Ying Lan, wore the same humble cloth garments as any villager in Thunder Rain Village. Though their son's success had brought wealth, they remained unchanged—simple, hardworking folk.
The wrinkles on their faces had softened slightly, thanks to the spirit herbs Lin Yongming had brought from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Without them, they'd have aged far more.
For a brief, golden moment, the family basked in happiness.
Meanwhile, in Spirit Hall…
Two days later, a letter from the Shadow Guards reached Ghost Douluo's hands.
"Hm? They just reported a week ago. Why another message? Did something new happen with Lin Yongming?"
He unfolded the missive—pages crammed with dense script.
His eyes skimmed the contents… then widened.
"Withstood heavenly lightning bare-handed… broke through to Soul Sage… 100,000-year spirit ring?!"
"This reads like fiction. But the Shadow Guards wouldn't dare lie."
The implications hit him like a tidal wave.
If true, Lin Yongming had achieved the impossible.
Ghost Douluo rushed to the Pope's chambers, where Chrysanthemum Douluo stood guard.
"Old Ghost? You're off duty today."
"It's about Lin Yongming. What I just read… I can't believe it."
Chrysanthemum Douluo scanned the letter, his expression hardening. "We must inform His Holiness."
Pope Qian Xunji's reaction was explosive.
"Absurd! A man defying lightning to reach Soul Sage? A self-created 100,000-year ring? Execute those lying scouts!"
"Your Holiness," Ghost Douluo interjected, "these Shadow Guards are loyal to the bone. They wouldn't fabricate this."
Qian Xunji scoffed. "If this farce is true, I'll honor my promise: a elder's title, the Holy Maiden's hand in marriage, and a grand wedding personally overseen by me."
His voice dripped with sarcasm. "Send word. Lin Yongming will come here and prove it. If he refuses, I'll drag him here myself."
In her secluded courtyard, Bibi Dong received the news from Chrysanthemum Douluo.
"Xiao Ming… he did it." Tears welled in her eyes. "I knew he wouldn't give up."
But her joy dimmed at Qian Xunji's "promise."
I believe in Xiao Ming… but not in my teacher's word.
Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed. "If the day comes when you ascend as Pope… remember this humble servant."
Bibi Dong nodded slowly. "I won't forget."
Two days later, the Shadow Guards delivered Qian Xunji's summons to Lin Yongming's doorstep.
"Lin Yongming, by order of His Holiness the Pope, you are to present yourself at Spirit Hall."
He took the letter, scanned it, then tucked it away calmly.
"I'll depart tomorrow morning."
Good. Qian Xunji's arrogance works in my favor. If he'd sent a Douluo directly, things would've been trickier.
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