Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 3357: Leaving The Binggan Clan And Tao Yinsu

Lin Mu rubbed his forehead. He had hoped this day would be peaceful, but apparently Heaven had other plans.

"Tao Yinsu," Lin Mu said slowly, "if you manage to become an immortal again, you may come find me. If you do that, I will consider taking you as my disciple."

Silence fell.

The baby sniffed loudly, wiped his nose across the sleeve of his tiny robe, and looked up with a trembling but determined expression.

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Tao Yinsu took a deep breath, puffing out his tiny chest.

"Then I swear I will become an immortal again. Not just any immortal. I will become the greatest immortal you have ever seen. I will train so hard the heavens themselves will fear me. And when that happens, you better not go back on your word."

Lin Mu placed a hand on his head and sighed. "I will not."

That was enough.

Tao Yinsu nodded firmly. His tears stopped. His snot dried. His expression became resolute. Then he lifted his little hand and waved at Lin Mu as if sending off a general to war.

Lin Mu bowed lightly to the clan and the Patriarch bowed even lower. While the elders bowed so low their foreheads nearly touched the polished floor.

They thanked him endlessly. Some even cried from relief. And they repeated again and again that he would always have a place in the Binggan Clan should he ever wish to visit.

Lin Mu accepted the gratitude politely, and then he and his group made their way to the nearby city where the Teleportation Array awaited.

Behind them, Tao Yinsu stood on his own two feet beside his parents, a determined fire burning in his small eyes. He watched Lin Mu until the very last glimmer of his figure faded into the light of the array.

"One day," Tao Yinsu whispered to himself, "I will stand beside him as an equal. And I will repay the kindness he showed me."

It was the first vow he made without curses stitched into every sentence.

Inside the teleportation channel, Lin Mu found himself standing in the floating courtyard that housed them during long distance travel. New pillars surrounded them, holding a translucent barrier against the distortion of space.

Lin Mu had spent some time upgrading the courtyard once again.

Once inside though he exhaled deeply.

"It finally feels like peace," he murmured.

Elyon flopped into a chair as if he had been released from prison. "Yes. Heavenly yes. I mean no disrespect to the child, but I have never felt fear like when he asked for imperial wine at three in the morning."

Meng Bai nodded vigorously. "Master Lin Mu, if you truly wanted a disciple, why did you not take him? He clearly has talent. He is a reincarnator after all."

Lin Mu stretched his arms and gave a tired smile.

"Because it would endanger him. The enemies we face could crush him long before he develops the strength to defend himself. And knowing Tao Yinsu, he would find a way to provoke someone he absolutely should not provoke."

Cattaleya leaned back, smirking as she rolled a wine jug in her hand.

"Oh please," she said. "The real reason is that Tao Yinsu would never let you have a peaceful day again. He would follow you around cursing, demanding, commenting, and trying to give unsolicited advice about your swordsmanship."

Even Elyon snorted.

Lin Mu sighed. "That too."

Meng Bai tilted his head. "So where are we going now?"

Daoist Chu tapped the scroll he was reading. "The next transit world is far. Even with the teleportation channels, it will take two months to reach it."

Meng Bai groaned. "Two months of floating space corridors again. I guess this ’peaceful’ world break was refreshing enough to last me until then."

Little Shrubby mewed, already curled on a pillow, clearly unconcerned about time or distance.

Lin Mu excused himself and headed into his private room. He settled cross legged and allowed the quiet hum of the teleportation channel to fade into the background.

His thoughts turned toward Tao Yinsu, then to the little fragments of memories the child had recovered during the months they spent together.

While most of Tao Yinsu’s recollections were scattered flashes, they were enough to provide Lin Mu with useful insights into the Celestial Realm.

He learned about the general structure.That the Celestial Realm had its own version of the Four Courts. That each Court governed different star regions. That there were countless immortal worlds under each Court’s protection. That the hierarchy of celestials was far more complex than the simple stair steps used in the Immortal Realm.

He even learned a little about how the Celestials used to function before the Celesital Court was fully formed. Apparently, due to how long the Celestials lived, there was a lot of chaos. This made it really hard for the Celestial court to form.

Many long lived celestials refused to accept thier rule. The Celesital court had to make a lot of exceptions for the strong powers and experts of the Celesital realm, for them to finally accept its establishment.

Lin Mu was surprised by this as Tao Yinsu was certainly from not an age that old. But the child just said it was something he faintly remembered reading in a book.

Most of the other things were basic. But to Lin Mu, who was barred from receiving direct information from Xukong and Cattaleya due to restrictions, every little grain of knowledge mattered.

The Heaven Silencing Seal was still only half charged. Until it completed charging, he could not directly draw information from his teachers.

So even the random babbles of a reincarnated troublemaker became precious.

Lin Mu exhaled and closed his eyes.

Ahead of them lay unseen worlds, dangerous foes, and a rogue planet holding the Ancestral Forge of the Dwarves.

But for the first time in six months, he felt mentally rested.

With Tao Yinsu safe and the Binggan Clan stabilized, he could finally turn his focus back to the journey.

And the long road to the Ancestral Forge shifted just a little closer into view.