Chapter 32: Handed a Pillow Just as He Grew Sleepy; The Young Master’s True Identity

“Sister…”

Watching this scene, Lin Tian clenched his fists. His expression soured, and a surge of uncomfortable, burning anger rose within his chest.

The word had slipped out subconsciously. It was not something This King had intended to say.

Lin Tian knew this was the lingering obsession of the body’s original owner at work—an instinctive, visceral reaction to seeing the woman he loved fawning over another man.

In the memories of the original ‘Lin Tian,’ Lin Qiuhan was the only person who had ever treated him with genuine kindness. Although she was strict and demanding, her concern was real, unlike the cold indifference or open disdain he received from the rest of the clan.

The original Lin Tian had harbored a forbidden, idolatrous admiration for her. She was the brilliant, untouchable sun, and he was the mud on the ground—an absolute waste. He had lived with a deep-seated sense of inferiority.

Seeing her blush before another man today, that remnant obsession naturally writhed with unwillingness and jealousy.

But the current Lin Tian was different. In his past life, he was the God King of Slaughter. To resolve the original soul’s lingering regrets, he had already put significant effort into changing the narrative.

Just a few days ago, at the Daoji Academy:

He had pointed out fatal flaws in the techniques demonstrated by several Elders, correcting and perfecting them on the spot. The display had thoroughly shocked the entire academy.

It had also successfully altered Lin Qiuhan’s perception of him. She believed her younger brother had finally turned a new leaf and was willing to dedicate himself to cultivation. She was relieved, thinking her guidance had finally borne fruit.

Lin Tian had been satisfied with that outcome. In his grand plan, earning her approval was merely the first step.

As a supreme existence of the God King Realm, conquering the heart of a little girl should be effortless.

However, Lin Tian’s gaze turned icy as he looked at the man sitting in the seat of honor.

Who is this young man that appeared out of nowhere? How dare he intervene and disrupt my plans? He is simply courting death!

But soon, Lin Tian’s eyes narrowed, shifting focus to the woman in white standing behind the young man.

Although her face was veiled, the faint contours revealed a beauty that could stop one’s breath. But what truly captured the God King’s attention was not her face, but her constitution.

Could it be… the Nine Yin Profound Charm Body recorded in the ancient texts? A legendary, flawless Human Cauldron. I never expected to encounter such a treasure in this lower realm.

Lin Tian quickly lowered his head to conceal the greed flashing in his eyes.

He had sensed the aura, which matched the descriptions in the ancient tomes perfectly. An ordinary cultivator would never recognize it, but his experience was vast. He wasn’t entirely certain yet, but he resolved to investigate her thoroughly when the opportunity arose.

A Cultivation Vessel of that grade… it would make even a God King’s heart tremble.

Is this man the ‘Young Lord’ they are making such a fuss about? Hah. What luck he has… A pity that you had to cross paths with This King.

Lin Tian composed himself, his face returning to a mask of indifference.

However, a sudden chill ran down his spine. Why was that young man staring at him with such a strange expression? It gave him a creeping, hair-raising sensation, as if he were being dissected with a glance.

The feeling vanished as quickly as it came, leaving Lin Tian to wonder if it had been an illusion.

…

“Lin Qiuhan… quite a pleasant name.”

Inside the hall, the young man spoke. His features were handsome and refined, and a faint, gentle smile played on his lips. The women standing near the entrance found it difficult to tear their eyes away.

This was the very definition of ‘Divine Bone and Immortal Grace.’

“Th-thank you for the praise, my Lord,” Lin Qiuhan stammered, her face flushing a deep crimson.

Usually, she was a dignified instructor at the Daoji Academy, commanding respect and authority. But in this situation, her composure shattered. The pressure was immense.

This young man was a being so exalted that her own Ancestor referred to himself as an ‘Old Servant’ in his presence. His background was unimaginably terrifying. How could she not be nervous? How could her voice not tremble?

This damnable obsession…

Witnessing her flushed reaction, Lin Tian cursed internally again. The waves of jealousy and unwillingness battered his mind, fueled by the remnant soul.

The rest of the crowd in the hall smiled knowingly, saying nothing.

Many, including Elder Ming, were secretly hoping Lin Qiuhan could establish a connection with Gu Changge. They didn’t need Elder Ming to spell it out; everyone knew Gu Changge’s status was earth-shattering.

“I am not a ferocious beast; I won’t eat you. There is no need for Miss Lin to be so tense,” Gu Changge said with a natural, disarming laugh.

He then shifted his gaze away from her, maintaining the perfect gentlemanly distance. “I will have to trouble Miss Lin to guide Qingge and myself around the estate.”

Although his words were polite, internally, Gu Changge was practically applauding.

Wonderful.

It was more than just a coincidence. It was serendipity.

He had just been planning to hunt for the new Son of Providence, and here the target was, delivering himself to the doorstep.

It is truly a case of someone handing me a pillow just as I grew sleepy.

This tour would be the perfect opportunity to pry some information out of Lin Qiuhan.

Two hundred Luck Points on her… that’s not something an ordinary person possesses. And that youth who was secretly spying on me earlier… he has over five hundred points.

Which archetype is he, I wonder?

…

After Gu Changge left the main hall, the suffocating tension that had gripped the room finally dissipated.

Everyone quietly exhaled a long breath of relief.

The Lin Family Head, the Grand Elder, and the others wiped the sweat from their palms. Despite their age and status, facing an entity from the Upper Realm for the first time was nerve-wracking.

“Ancestor… what exactly is this Young Lord’s identity?”

After a brief moment of calming down, the Grand Elder asked respectfully, his face a mix of awe and curiosity.

Hearing this question, the young men and women outside the hall pricked up their ears, listening intently. They were dying to know.

Even Lin Tian, who had been covertly observing Elder Ming, adopted a serious expression. He had sensed a familiar aura from this Lin Family Ancestor—something that reminded him of the Upper Realm—but it felt distinct from his own era. It puzzled him.

Elder Ming saw no reason to hide it. It wasn’t a secret, and he wanted his descendants to understand the gravity of their guest.

He smiled warmly and addressed the clan.

“The Young Lord… he is an existence destined to hold the reins of the Immortal Sects and the Eternal Families in the future.”

“If any of you are fortunate enough to be looked upon favorably by him, it will be your chance to leap through the Dragon Gate. You will shed your mortal dust and soar straight to the Ninth Heaven…”