Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 383: The Biggest Backer

Hao Yuan remained silent for a long time, his gaze shifting from Lin Yu to the ring, then back to Lin Yu.

But what he did first was what he, as the Grand Elder of the Cloud Hidden Sect, had to do.

Hao Yuan looked at Lin Yu, his voice several degrees more solemn than before: "Although you are a descendant of an old friend of mine, you are neither the soul of Cloud Hidden Sect, nor do you reside in a sect disciple's ring… There are some things I must do."

Lin Yu's soul body tightened slightly. He knew the real business had arrived.

But he wasn't flustered. What was meant to come would always come; there was no avoiding it.

He nodded slightly, his tone calm: "Senior, please speak."

Hao Yuan asked, his voice soft but every word heavy as a thousand jun: "You… need to swear a Heavenly Dao oath?"

Lin Yu did not answer immediately.

He quickly calculated in his mind: What did a Heavenly Dao oath mean? It meant that if broken, heavenly tribulation would teach you a lesson. It was the hardest contract in the cultivation world.

If he refused, Hao Yuan probably wouldn't fall out with him on the spot, considering the "old ties to the Shen family." But from then on, he would forever be a "suspicious figure" in the Cloud Hidden Sect, and those Nascent Soul eyes would be watching him from time to time. That feeling was worse than being naked.To lie low comfortably in this sect, to let Su Ming, this sole sapling, grow steadily, this "pledge of allegiance" had to be offered.

Lin Yu was silent for three breaths.

Then he raised his head, his tone as calm as still water: "Junior is willing."

Hao Yuan was slightly stunned. He hadn't expected Lin Yu to agree so readily.

He asked, "Do you know the consequences of a Heavenly Dao oath?"

Lin Yu nodded: "I know. Once violated, inner demons breed, the Heavenly Dao rejects you, your soul scatters to the winds, and you never reincarnate."

Lin Yu's tone remained flat: "Senior wants junior to swear an oath, just worried that junior will harm the sect."

"Junior wouldn't do such a thing anyway. What harm is there in swearing an oath?"

Hao Yuan nodded slightly: "Good. Then swear it."

Yu took a deep breath (even though a soul body didn't need to), and the light of his soul body condensed

a hand seal with one hand and pointing his fingertip to his brow. Although the movements were somewhat slow due to

pierce the frozen time: "Above the Heavenly Dao, let the Heavenly Dao

oath with my remnant

I will not harm the Cloud Hidden

not harm the disciples of Cloud Hidden

I will not leak the secrets

will not betray

I break this oath, I am willing to suffer the punishment of heavenly tribulation, my soul

sweep across heaven and earth. Although the wind atop Gazing Star Cliff was still frozen by Hao Yuan, the stars high in the sky seemed to tremble

golden halo appeared on Lin Yu's soul body—the brand of the Heavenly Dao oath. This brand was like

last trace of

silent for a few breaths, then nodded lightly:

Lin Yu knew what they

approval of the Grand Elder. From now on, in the Cloud Hidden Sect, he was no longer a "suspicious figure," no longer an

only slightly lowered his eyes, adopting a humble

Yuan looked at him, a trace of complexity in his gaze—pity for his old friend's fate, and appreciation for this remnant soul's understanding: "Now

asked, "Is there anything

politeness; it was a formal promise. A promise

Yu's soul body

He didn't answer immediately.

quickly calculated in his

Take what?

Ming was only at Foundation Establishment; giving him a celestial sword would be sending him to his death. It would be like "a child carrying gold through a

Art" was already

Junior Sect Leader directly? That would

"descendant of the fallen Shen family," and something that could solve the current

three breaths, he spoke, his voice very soft: "Senior, if it's convenient… Junior

gaze was gentle:

nodded

Yu reached out, and soul power traced in the air. The movements were very slow; every stroke seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun, but this wasn't all an act. The earlier game of "telling the truth" was more exhausting than drawing

air, shimmering with a faint, ethereal

of "Spirit Nourishing