Chapter 1380: Chapter 693: Ring Token_2
Just as he was about to get up and leave, Lin Beichen suddenly heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. He turned his head and saw a long sword lying where the sound came from—it was the Celestial Cloud Sword!
The Celestial Cloud Sword was a treasure he acquired in the Illusion Realm. If the ring could appear before him, then the appearance of the Celestial Cloud Sword was likely not a coincidence. The appearance of these items made Lin Beichen even more certain of one thing: this was not a dream!
Indeed, he wasn’t dreaming just now; he entered an Illusion Realm through the letter and obtained these treasures there.
Although to outsiders, these things might not seem important to him, Lin Beichen knew well that their appearance undoubtedly strengthened his determination to revive Daoism.
It was thanks to the selfless contributions and dedicated efforts of those predecessors that he achieved what he has today. Holding the treasures passed down to him by those predecessors, he had no reason to remain silent. He must reintroduce the glory originally belonging to Daoism to the world!
He looked down at the Celestial Cloud Sword in his hand and the ring on his hand, filled with gratitude for the ancestor who met with Mr. Zhou. If this ancestor hadn’t preserved these treasures belonging to Daoism so completely, he would never have been able to obtain them.
Immediately, Lin Beichen moved the chair behind him and knelt in the direction of the ashes on the table, solemnly bowing three times. He silently thought, "Though I don’t know who the elder in the Illusion Realm is, I still want to thank you. And, I want to assure you, I absolutely won’t give up on the revival of Daoism."
After rising, Lin Beichen couldn’t help but feel a twinge of doubt. He himself was not of this era, yet an ancestor could accurately predict the timing and place of his appearance.
Could this have some inevitable connection to why he accidentally traveled here?
If there really is some correlation, then is his appearance meant for the revival of Daoism? If he truly completes this task, can he return to his original world? If he were still the person he was before, the thought might be extremely resistant.
For he does not wish to confront his past self, perhaps even feeling an inability to face it.
However, at this moment, he feels no resistance to returning to his original world.
Everyone is born into the world with their own purpose, and if he came to this world to fulfill this mission, he accepts it willingly.
Before he could sort out his thoughts, the study room door was gently knocked.
"Daoist, are you still inside?"
Zhou Yi’s voice came, and Lin Beichen put the Celestial Cloud Sword on his back and responded, "I’m here."
Afterwards, Zhou Yi pushed open the study room door, his face beaming with joy, as if the improvement of Mr. Zhou’s illness significantly improved his mood.
"Daoist, to celebrate my grandfather finally recovering and to thank you for saving his life, we’ve specially prepared a banquet. If Daoist doesn’t mind, we hope you can honor us with your presence!"
Banquet?
Lin Beichen wasn’t very familiar with the ancestor who had interacted with Mr. Zhou, but he thought it would be a good opportunity to explore the ancestor’s past, so he nodded in agreement.
Following Zhou Yi out of the study, Lin Beichen’s peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing at the far end of the corridor.
He abruptly turned his head, looking toward the direction where the shadow appeared.
The shadow, being at the end of the corridor, remained unclear even to Lin Beichen.
At this moment, the Celestial Cloud Sword on Lin Beichen’s back suddenly trembled.
It was this tremor from the Celestial Cloud Sword that made Lin Beichen realize a certain truth.
Weapons capable of being stored in the ring’s mystical space must be extraordinary, and capable of sensing the presence of evil spirits, which is naturally reasonable.
Since the Celestial Cloud Sword reacted, it indicated the shadow was certainly not benign.
If that shadow were to linger in the Zhou Family, although he resolved Mr. Zhou’s crisis, he certainly couldn’t guard the Zhou Family constantly.
Considering this, Lin Beichen decided to investigate, to first see clearly what exactly it was, then consider how to deal with it.
However, just as he took a few steps, the shadow at the end of the corridor suddenly vanished without a trace.
Seeing this scene, Lin Beichen couldn’t help but frown.
The nature of the shadow remained unknown for now, but Lin Beichen began to speculate whether Mr. Zhou’s sudden illness was related to this unexpected shadow.
Logically, Mr. Zhou had met his ancestor and was foretold to face trials, indicating the Zhou Family were certainly not evil.
Thus, the shadow’s evil nature absolutely wasn’t caused by the Zhou Family’s wrongdoings.
Excluding this possibility, only one reason remains.
It was either the Zhou Family’s connections caused grievances and vengeance, or it was intentionally orchestrated by malevolent individuals!
However, these possibilities could only be verified by consulting Mr. Zhou.
During the banquet, Lin Beichen sat beside Zhou Yi, casually asking if they had offended anyone recently.
Hearing this, Zhou Yi looked at Lin Beichen puzzled, "Daoist, what do you mean by this?"
Afraid Lin Beichen might misunderstand the Zhou Family as bad people, Zhou Yi quickly explained, "Daoist, while our Zhou Family might not be great philanthropists, we’ve never committed any heinous acts, that I can assure!"
Hearing Zhou Yi’s answer, Lin Beichen realized Zhou Yi had indeed misunderstood his intention.
Before he could clarify, he heard Mr. Zhou, seated at the head, suddenly coughing twice.
Originally, the Zhou Family didn’t want Mr. Zhou to attend this banquet, but after hearing Lin Beichen would be present, Mr. Zhou insisted on coming.
Unable to persuade him otherwise, and seeing Mr. Zhou’s condition had improved a lot, they reluctantly agreed.
But just now, upon hearing Lin Beichen’s words, Mr. Zhou’s emotions became somewhat agitated, leading him to cough.
"Sir, you should take care of yourself."
However, Lin Beichen felt Mr. Zhou’s sudden agitation had a reason.
Whether to speak up or not was up to Mr. Zhou; he had no right to inquire further.
At this moment, Mr. Zhou looked at Lin Beichen, "Daoist, if it weren’t for you mentioning it, I might have completely forgotten about the matter. Our Zhou Family might indeed have offended someone recently."
Hearing Mr. Zhou’s words, Lin Beichen understood.
As expected, almost as he anticipated, Mr. Zhou’s ordeal seemed undeniably connected to this issue!
"Given this, might I ask Mr. Zhou to tell me more about who they encountered and what transpired?" Lin Beichen gazed at Mr. Zhou, speaking slowly.
This matter held great significance for him.
Yet, he worried this matter might be discreetly sensitive for the Zhou Family, so he explained, "I ask because I feel those individuals your family encountered might be related to your sudden illness."
Upon hearing these words, Mr. Zhou’s expression changed abruptly.
Subsequently, he began to recount the strange individuals they encountered recently.
Two months ago, a few people suddenly arrived at the Zhou Family, all with blonde hair and blue eyes, claiming to be missionaries from the West.
The Zhou Family had no particular sentiments toward these Western sects, but given the visitors, Mr. Zhou saw fit to receive them.
Unexpectedly, these missionaries claimed to be from the Feilun Sect, stating their purpose on this Eastern Continent was to spread their sect.
Seeing the Zhou Family’s notable standing, they hoped the Zhou Family could fund these missionaries from the West.
