Chapter 61 The Shocked Immortal Heavenly Phoenix

"Young Master Lin, please step inside the carriage for a brief chat."

The voice drifted out from the gilded carriage, carrying a hint of laziness and an undeniable sense of authority.

Standing outside the Lord's Manor of Heavenly Fortune City, Lin Chuan frowned slightly.

Qi Tian had invited him merely to test the existence of Fatty, but why would Master Wan San, whose status far surpassed Qi Tian's, invite him?

Could it be that Wan San was doing the same?

That didn't make sense, though. No matter how wealthy Wan San was or how noble his status, he was neither the lord of a cultivation city in the vast Profound Continent nor a high-ranking figure in the Dao Court. Logically speaking, he should have no qualifications to know about Fatty's existence.

"Chuan'er, don't just stand there, go see what he wants," Fatty's voice rang out in his mind, carrying a trace of teasing. "Anyway, with me here, no one in this Heavenly Fortune City can touch a single hair on your head."

The corners of Lin Chuan's mouth lifted slightly.

That was right. Regardless of the reason, with Fatty around, no one within Heavenly Fortune City could harm him!

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward toward the luxurious carriage, which was being pulled by nine early-stage Revered Martial realm Earth Dragons.

The carriage curtains lifted automatically, and a delicate wave of sandalwood fragrance washed over him.

Stepping inside, Lin Chuan discovered that the interior space was far more spacious than it appeared from the outside, clearly utilizing a spatial array formation.

The floor of the carriage was covered with snow-white spirit beast pelts, and the four walls were inlaid with night-shining pearls, casting a soft, gentle glow.

"Young Master Lin, I've heard much about you."

A young man dressed in a brocade robe reclined casually on a soft couch, toying with a jade thumb ring in his hand.

He had handsome features, and a trace of devil-may-care cynicism lingered between his brows—he was none other than Young Master Wan San.

"Young Master Wan is too polite."

Lin Chuan cupped his fists in greeting, though his gaze inadvertently swept over the fiery red little bird perched on Wan San's shoulder—that must be the Immortal Heavenly Phoenix.

Wan San did not immediately state the reason for his invitation. Instead, he stared straight at Lin Chuan, his gaze burning like torches.

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable under that scrutiny, Lin Chuan maintained a calm exterior, pretending to be interested in the carriage's interior decorations as his gaze wandered over the priceless furnishings.

"Young Master Lin possesses remarkable composure."

Wan San suddenly smiled, retrieved a completely emerald-green tea set from his storage ring, and said, "Since you are here, why not taste this newly acquired tea of mine?"

A ripple stirred in Lin Chuan's heart.

What kind of medicine was this Wan San selling in his gourd?

Yet he did not refuse, sitting down composedly. "Then I shall respectfully accept your hospitality rather than decline."

Wan San skillfully began to brew the tea, speaking as he worked:

"To tell you the truth, I am a rather rough fellow and have never cared for such refined pastimes. However, being stuck at the peak of the Revered Martial realm, this heaven-grade ultimate-quality 'Nine-Turn Spirit-Cleansing Tea' helps to purge impurities from spiritual elixirs and aids in breaking through to the Emperor Martial realm. That was why I spent five hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones to buy a pound of it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Chuan nearly choked on his own saliva.

Five hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones?

Just to buy a pound of tea leaves?

Lin Chuan finally witnessed firsthand what the unpretentious life of a wealthy second-generation heir truly looked like.

"Young Master Wan San is indeed... magnanimous."

Lin Chuan managed to squeeze out a polite compliment while secretly calculating the value of a single cup of tea.

At that price, an ordinary Profound Martial realm cultivator would have to struggle and toil for decades just to afford a single sip.

The tea fragrance gradually filled the air, the aroma seemingly imbued with a spiritual awareness as it drilled into Lin Chuan's nasal cavity and went straight to his spiritual platform.

Merely by smelling it, he felt the circulation of spiritual power within his body accelerate noticeably.

"Please."

Wan San pushed a cup of emerald-green tea liquid toward Lin Chuan.

Without standing on ceremony, Lin Chuan picked up the teacup and took a light sip.

The moment the tea touched his lips, his entire body shuddered, as if countless tiny electric currents were coursing through him.

The tea liquid transformed into a warm current that plunged straight from his throat into his dantian, then radiated out to his four limbs and hundred skeletons.

"This..."

Lin Chuan's eyes widened as he felt the explosive surge of spiritual power within him.

His cultivation level, which had originally stagnated at the initial stage of the first-layer Profound Martial realm, was now climbing at a visible speed, breaking through to the late stage of the first-layer Profound Martial realm in the blink of an eye!

Even more astonishing to him was that the dragon-phoenix blood essence dormant in his heart suddenly grew active.

That was the essence he had refined through the *Heavenly Universe Dragon-Transformation Art* using the bloodlines of a fifth-tier red-gold dragon and a five-colored peacock. Usually hidden and unrevealed, it now reacted as if summoned by some mysterious force, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

A mysterious aura resembling both dragon and phoenix emanated from Lin Chuan. Golden light faintly flickered in his pupils, and scale-like patterns seemed to flash beneath his skin.

"Chirp—!"

A sharp phoenix cry suddenly resounded. The fiery red little bird on Wan San's shoulder abruptly spread its wings, transforming into a dazzling ball of fire.

When the light faded, standing in its place was a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a fiery red long dress. Her skin was like congealed lard, her eyes like black lacquer, and a flame marking rested between her brows.

"Yan'er?"

Wan San stood up in surprise, clearly not expecting his bound beast to make such a move.

The woman—the beauty transformed from the Immortal Heavenly Phoenix—took a step forward to stand right in front of Lin Chuan and unceremoniously pressed her delicate, slender hand directly against his chest, right over his heart.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Lin Chuan instinctively wanted to step back, only to find that his body felt as though it had been rooted in place, completely unable to move.

The Immortal Heavenly Phoenix closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as if sensing something.

Her expression shifted gradually from doubt to shock, finally carrying a hint of awe.

Wan San's expression turned exceptionally colorful.

Although the Immortal Heavenly Phoenix was nominally his bound beast, the two of them were actually as close as husband and wife. He had never seen the Heavenly Phoenix display such... intimate behavior toward any other male.

"Chuan'er, looks like you're about to gain a wealthy second-generation younger brother."

Fatty's voice suddenly echoed in Lin Chuan's mind, carrying a hint of gloating amusement.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Chuan asked anxiously in his mind while keeping a vigilant watch on the Immortal Heavenly Phoenix, who was standing inches away. The woman's hand was still pressed against his chest, and he could feel a scorching power probing the secrets within his body.

Before Fatty could explain, the Immortal Heavenly Phoenix abruptly opened her eyes, genuine flames dancing within those beautiful pupils. "How did you do it?"

Her voice sounded like clear spring water striking stones, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"Do what?"

Lin Chuan wore a blank expression.

"Pure phoenix bloodline!"

The Immortal Heavenly Phoenix withdrew her hand, took half a step back, and the flames in her eyes burned even brighter. "You are a human, so how could you possibly possess such a pure phoenix bloodline in your body? And... there is also the aura of the dragon race?"

Hearing this, Wan San's expression changed drastically. "Yan'er, what did you say?"

The Immortal Heavenly Phoenix turned toward her bound master and husband, her voice laced with unprecedented excitement.

"Sanlang, he possesses a pure phoenix bloodline within him. Though the quantity is small, it is the pure bloodline of a divine beast phoenix. Moreover, aside from the phoenix bloodline, he also carries the bloodline of a divine dragon!"

A strange silence descended inside the carriage.

Lin Chuan could hear the accelerated beating of his own heart. He had never imagined that a single cup of tea would stir up such a massive trouble.

"Young Master Lin,"

Wan San suddenly turned serious, completely shedding his previous cynical attitude. "It seems my invitation to you was entirely correct."

Lin Chuan looked at him vigilantly. "Would Young Master Wan care to explain what on earth is going on here?"