The key lied in the Ancient Barren Battlefield. If the Sword Sect lost again, it would be hard for the Sword Sect to make a comeback, even if his master made it through this ordeal. After all, even a holy land wouldn’t be able to suffer having a few generations of geniuses wiped out, and Lin Yun couldn’t put it all on his master’s shoulders. Thus, his mood gradually lifted.

“Junior Brother Lin, what do you want this time? You can secretly tell me, and I can tell you what treasure my father has.” Mu Xueqin smiled. Lin Yun had fought on behalf of the Sword Sect at the Heavenly Pool Gathering this time, and the news would definitely shake the sect. This would also significantly boost the Sword Sect’s morale. After all, it was rare for the Sword Sect to be so elated.

Seeing Mu Xueqin’s serious expression, Lin Yun couldn’t help laughing. But he never thought of it before because he was a disciple of the Sword Sect, and the Sword Sect was good enough for him.

“Uhhh… A drop of blood from the divine beast, Black Tortoise’s bloodline.” Lin Yun briefly paused, then continued,...