3. Father, Let Me Serve the Prince

"Your Highness, please come in."

"Your Highness's arrival truly brings glory to our Tianchi Holy Land!"

Unexpectedly, Lin Qi'an frowned, "Your Holy Master didn't personally come to greet me. Does he not regard me?"

A rebuke, frightening thousands within Tianchi Holy Land. Beiyang's prince, Lin Qi'an, truly a dissolute son!

[Ding! Host's arrogance and domineering nature show initial villainous traits, villain points +500]

As expected, gaining villain points, Lin Qi'an was pleased. He had merely tried casually, not genuinely blaming the holy master for now welcoming him.

"Your Highness, calm your anger! It's not that the Holy Master didn't come to greet you, but he was seriously injured recently and is in seclusion recuperating." A sect elder hurriedly explained, cold sweat already dripping down his back.

"Fine, let's proceed."

Seeing that His Highness didn't pursue the matter, everyone's heart felt relieved.

The group entered the Holy Land's grand hall.

Lin Qi'an walked straight to the top and sat on the Holy Master's golden jade chair. Seeing this, no one in the Holy Land dared to object; it was only natural.

Might makes right.

Who doesn't know the Sword Emperor's brutality?

Angering him could erase Tianchi Holy Land with a flip of his hand.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with few white hairs with an immortal-like demeanor stepped into the hall.

He respectfully cupped his fists and said, "Your Highness, apologies for the lack of a proper welcome." The Holy Master of Tianchi Holy Land, Su Yun.

His face was pale, and his breath was uneven, indicating he was injured and had just ended his seclusion to come and greet.

"Dont worry about it."

"May I ask why Your Highness has come today?"

"Do you have someone named Ling Tian here?"

"Ling Tian?" Su Yun was puzzled, "Are you referring to my disciple Ling Tian?"

"Tell me about him."

Could it be that Ling Tian's recent rise to fame has attracted His Highness, wanting to recruit him into Beiyang?

Though puzzled, Su Yun still explained everything, "Ling Tian has been an orphan since childhood, but his talent is extremely high. After joining our sect, he began to shine."

"He recently won the sect competition, rising from an outer disciple to a personal disciple."

"He is only at the Third Layer of the Spiritual Insight Realm, yet can cross realms to defeat the people in Heaven Ascendant Realm, truly extraordinary."

"In the sect, there is a stone cave left by our ancestors with divine abilities. No one has comprehended it in three hundred years, yet he understood it in a day!"

***

After listening, Lin Qi'an couldn't help but sigh.

The golden luck protagonist is indeed impressive!

With such talent and comprehension, given enough time, he will surely become an emperor, and I will only be his stepping stone.

'I cannot give him the chance to grow.'

"Bring him here."

"Go, summon Ling Tian to meet His Highness!"

Soon, a sharply defined young figure walked into the hall. It was indeed the protagonist of luck, Ling Tian!

However, upon seeing Lin Qi'an, he didn't bow. Instead, his pupils were filled with undisguisable resentment.

Look like he has a grudge against Beiyang.

'As expected, the protagonists of luck always have a grudge against me…' Lin Qi'an instantly understood. 'If I don't deal with them, I'm bound to fail.'

"Ling Tian, how dare you! Quickly greet His Highness." Seeing this rebellious disciple not bowing, Su Yun couldn't help but shout.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Ling Tian didn't even bow his head, his eyes looking elsewhere, completely disregarding His Highness.

"You're courting death, you scoundrel…" Su Yun cursed softly, hurriedly explaining to Lin Qi'an: "Your Highness, this boy has been undisciplined since childhood, only knows cultivation, and has lost his manners. Please do not take offense."

"It's not that he lacks manners, he just doesn't want to!"

Ling Tian stood tall and proud.

'What a ridiculous prince, one day I will trample you underfoot! Including your Sword Emperor father, all of Beiyang and even the Tianlang Immortal Dynasty will be mere stepping stones for me.' He thought to himself.

"This boy is courting death…"

"A madman with no regard for his life…"

Seeing this, many in the hall shook their heads in anger, their fists clenched tightly.

If you anger His Highness, do you want the entire Holy Land to die with you, madman!

Even the Saintess of Tianchi standing by the side couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Guards, take him away and make him reflect in isolation for three days!" Su Yun was constantly watching Lin Qi'an's expression, fearing his anger.

He didn't dare leave this ungrateful Ling Tian here, ordering him to be taken away.

[Ding! Ling Tian has angered the crowd, luck value -50]

Lin Qi'an was very satisfied, 'By reducing his luck, when it is low enough, I can kill him and seize the core of his luck.'

"Your Highness, please calm your anger. Ling Tian has always been arrogant and unwilling to submit to others."

"Heh, I won't get angry over such a small matter." Lin Qi'an said calmly, "I came to Tianchi Holy Land to enjoy the scenery, nothing more."

His Highness indeed has great magnanimity. The Holy Master didn't personally greet him, and a disciple behaved recklessly in the grand hall, both acts of disrespect, yet he did not mind them.

Su Xueni thought of this and stole another glance at the man on the throne. Seeing the golden dragon aura swirling around him, she couldn't help but feel admiration.

***

That night.

In Tianchi Holy Land, nearly a hundred beautiful women were gathered in the backyard, standing in a row. They were all slender, with bright eyes and white teeth. Any one of them would be a captivating beauty outside among mortals.

However, at this moment.

Su Yun was hesitating, unsure who to choose to serve His Highness. He is so high and mighty, with a wave of his hand, countless goddesses would gather. Ordinary women would certainly not catch his eye.

If there is anyone in the Holy Land who could be favored by His Highness, it would probably be his precious daughter, Su Xueni.

But Xueni has never liked being close to men since childhood. Elegant as a lotus, how could she possibly be willing to serve another man?

Just as he was hesitating, Su Xueni, in a white dress, arrived, "Father, let me serve His Highness."