As the Pavilion Master of Lingmiao Pavilion, Lu Yulin did not have much to worry about in her daily life. She did not need to involve herself in the mundane affairs of the pavilion’s various cities. For a Pavilion Master, the most important task was to enhance her own strength; nothing took higher priority. If a leader were to spend every day rushing about to attend to the trivial matters of the sect, that sect would never endure for long. Truly powerful Sect Masters never appeared in public; they spent all their time cultivating. Only when the top-tier powerhouses were sufficiently strong could they suppress the evil forces surrounding them.
Lu Yulin understood the simplest truth in the world: under absolute power, any scheme was futile. Only through individual strength could one protect a sanctuary and ensure the peace and prosperity of its people. The relationship here was not one of intent, but a secondary benefit. While the saying "when one man attains the Tao, his pets ascend to heaven" might not be entirely appropriate, it captured the essence of the connection.
Lu Yulin had always lived by this principle. From the day she was born, through her slow rise to prominence, and finally to her gradual ascent as the Pavilion Master of Lingmiao Pavilion, she had weathered too many storms. For the past few decades, she had ceased her wandering, focusing entirely on researching the cultivation technique left behind by the sect’s ancestors: the *Twelve Ditties of the Green Fiel…
Chapter 92