Beast Tamer Ascension-Chapter 71Book 4: : Traveling in Disguise

Vol 4 Chapter 71: Traveling in Disguise

The First Ancient Emperor’s face turned dark.

D*mn it, so this kid is that so-called peerless genius of the Demon Court—Lin Jing!

Earlier, sensing that Lin Jing cultivated the Hidden Dragon Secret Technique, he had assumed the boy was a prodigy of the Ancient Kingdom. But now…

Now it turned out he wasn’t even from the Ancient Kingdom—he wasn’t even from the human race’s forces—but the Holy Son of the demon race’s forces!

What made it worse was that Lin Jing had apparently defected from the Ancient Kingdom to the Demon Court!

“Say no more.” Seeing that Lin Jing wanted to explain further, the First Ancient Emperor interrupted, “I get the general idea.”

“You possess the Longevity Physique, a constitution that is notoriously hard to nurture and protect. During your time in the Ancient Kingdom, they didn’t shelter you adequately…”

“But because you developed the Transformation Technique for the demon race, the Demon Court views you as the key to their revival and offered you greater protection. That’s why you chose to join them.”

“Your Majesty is correct.” Lin Jing nodded.

“That useless fool.” The First Ancient Emperor cursed aloud, swearing a few times at the Second Ancient Emperor. If he remembered right, the True Dragon Secret Art should contain a secret technique for observing a person’s latent fortune and talent. frёeωebɳovel.com

A prodigy like Lin Jing—one who could obtain the Divine Scripture from a Cavern Heaven and even develop a technique that revived the demon race—was obviously a child of destiny. He couldn’t fathom how the Second Ancient Emperor failed to recognize and nurture such talent.

Only one explanation made sense: the Second Ancient Emperor never cared about cultivators from the lower classes.

“Wait a minute…” The First Ancient Emperor suddenly asked,

“After I left, did the Second Ancient Emperor implement a bunch of new policies?”

Lin Jing nodded. “Yes, quite a few.”

The First Ancient Emperor paced around. Even without knowing the specifics, he could already tell that the Ancient Kingdom now was vastly different from the one during his reign.

He asked cautiously,

“Does the Ancient Kingdom still offer free spirit root testing to every commoner?”

Lin Jing shook his head.

“And are the fortune Dragon Veins still evenly distributed across every region?”

Another shake of the head.

The First Ancient Emperor’s face darkened again. “I knew it. That brat never listened to a word I said.”

“Your name’s Lin Jing, right? I’ve decided—I’m not going back to the Ancient Clan just yet.”

“If you have time, take me on a tour around the Ancient Kingdom. I want to do a little ‘traveling in disguise’ to see what’s become of the country I left behind for thousands of years.”

“Haha.” Lin Jing replied, “I’ve got no problem with that. But my time is extremely valuable, and summoning Your Majesty’s projection already cost me a lot of effort. As long as you offer enough in return, forget traveling in disguise—even if you wanted to sit on the Demon Emperor’s throne, I’d figure something out for you.”

Legend said the First Ancient Emperor rose from humble beginnings—a commoner who stumbled upon a fateful encounter during chaotic times and began cultivating. That’s why he valued mortals more than those born into cultivation families or sects.

Now, suspecting the Seventh Ancient Emperor hadn’t followed his original intentions for the kingdom, he was especially displeased.

“You really don’t fear death, huh.” The First Ancient Emperor snorted.

“You’re not quite dead anyway—just got killed by a meteorite,” Lin Jing corrected.

“And now I’m alive again.” The First Ancient Emperor had no choice but to rely on Lin Jing. Though he felt that, with a few methods, he could avoid being fully controlled by the turtle, he also knew he couldn’t separate himself and exist independently.

In other words, if he wanted to remain active in the Tianyuan Realm, he had to rely on Lin Jing and the mechanical turtle.

“Well then, Your Majesty, for the time being, how about you travel with me in the guise of an old servant? Let’s observe the current state of the Tianyuan Realm together.”

“And if you know any powerful techniques, don’t hold back—teach me everything.”

“I’ll do my best to fulfill your wishes,” Lin Jing added with a grin.

The First Ancient Emperor, a carefree sort himself, simply waved it off and didn’t fuss about rank or title.

Before Lin Jing’s eyes, he quickly transformed into a dusty, world-weary old servant, looking like he’d been mistreated for years.

“Let’s go, Your Highness,” he said.

“Alright, but before returning to the Ancient Kingdom, I need to visit Martial Emperor City—there’s someone else I need to summon.”

The First Ancient Emperor asked, “Is it the Martial Emperor? Did he die too?”

“No, he’s still alive and well.”

“Then who are you resurrecting?”

“The Feng Family Ancestor.”

“Who?”

“An artifact refiner from the Void Mystical Stage.”

“Why bring back that guy? A Void Mystical artifact refiner… If you’ve got questions about refining, just ask me. I might not be able to forge Celestial Artifacts, but I’ve created plenty of near-immortal-grade pieces.”

“It’s not about refining… it’s about unresolved feelings between people and ghosts.”

“…?”

As Lin Jing and the now-servant-disguised First Ancient Emperor emerged from the empty Dragon Vein cave, Stone Chicken Empress rushed over the moment she saw Lin Jing.

“Your Highness, my Dragon Vein… sob sob sob… my Dragon Vein…”

Lin Jing glanced at the dried-up vein—drained to summon the First Ancient Emperor—and fell silent. A bit embarrassed, he said, “There was a bit of an accident. I’ll compensate you later for this spirit vein.”

“How about this—don’t cultivate here anymore. Go to Qingzhou, to the Demon Court. Wait for me there. Within ten years, I’ll get you a Transformation Pill and arrange a new cultivation cave.”

“Really?! Great!” Stone Chicken Empress immediately brightened up.

“By the way… who’s this?” She couldn’t help asking when she noticed that Lin Jing had gone in alone but emerged with an old man carrying a turtle.

The turtle could be Lin Jing’s pet, but what about this old man? Where did he come from?

“This is Old Gu. He’s my personal cook—amazing chef,” Lin Jing said.

“I can cook too! How about I stay with Your Highness as well!” Stone Chicken Empress protested, jealous that even some scruffy Nascent Soul old man got to follow him.

Where’d this wild hen come from… The First Ancient Emperor glanced at her, unimpressed.

“Your Highness, we should get moving. I don’t have much time left,” he urged.

“Alright,” Lin Jing declined Stone Chicken Empress’s offer and, with the First Ancient Emperor in tow, set off for Martial Emperor City.

Watching their backs fade into the distance, Stone Chicken Empress muttered,

“Forget it… that old guy won’t last long anyway. Once he’s gone, I’ll become the Holy Son’s personal chef instead. My specialty—stir-fried river stones—is unbeatable.”