School flower's personal master

Chapter 12715

Chapter 12715

"unless……"

A chilling thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Ye Wumian blurted out, "Unless someone has god-level authority and has tampered with the underlying architecture!"

He refused to believe that this person was Lin Yi, even if it meant his death.

This left only one chilling guess in his mind: "The racetrack god wasn't really dead; it has already been resurrected!"

"The supreme god is dead; there is no doubt about it."

A lazy voice sounded from behind, and Hua Chengying slowly appeared.

The moon-white robe accentuated her slender figure, and a jade hairpin adorned her hair. Her brows and eyes held a hint of nonchalant languor, yet concealed an intimidating aura.

He strolled leisurely, like a refined young nobleman.

Ye Wumian froze, his previous arrogance completely shattered. He immediately knelt down, his forehead touching the ground, and trembling as he begged for forgiveness: "Your subordinate is incompetent and has ruined the plan. Please forgive me, young master!"

No one would have imagined that the corrupt emperor who orchestrated everything behind the scenes also had such a humble side.

There's no other reason than that everything he has is thanks to the other party.

Before this unfathomable being, he was nothing more than a loyal lackey.

If you're going to be a dog, you have to be prepared to be one.

Once a lackey becomes disloyal, he's not far from being cooked.

Hua Chengying's gaze swept across the jade talismans, finally settling on Lin Yi in the image, revealing a hint of interest: "In just a few months, he's managed to create such a grand spectacle. Who do you think is behind him?"

In the eyes of others, Lin Yi was already the high and mighty Lord of Tianjun.

But in his eyes, he was still just a pawn for some people.

Lin Yi alone is not qualified to manage this.

Ye Wumian was filled with shame, and he lowered his head even further: "This subordinate dares not speak presumptuously."

He was also a proud and arrogant person who would never easily show weakness in front of others, but he dared not be presumptuous in front of this person.

That would result in a terrible death.

Hua Chengying laughed, squatted down, and used a paper fan to lift his chin: "Why are you so nervous? I won't do anything to you. Get up and talk."

"Thank you, sir."

Ye Wumian then stood up tremblingly.

Hua Chengying pointed at Lin Yi in the picture and casually said, "It's about the track. You and he will have a track duel."

Ye Wumian suddenly looked up, his face blank as if he were listening to gibberish.

The arrival of the racetrack can only be controlled by the will of the Supreme God; how could they forcibly activate it?

Hua Chengying was too lazy to explain, and only said "Get ready" before his figure turned into specks of light and disappeared. Only a pure white flower remained on the spot, emitting a lasting, refreshing fragrance.

That was his symbol, an everlasting flower.

On the other side, Lin Yi was still working out the underlying code.

Just as Ye Wumian had guessed, he did indeed change the most basic track vulnerability.

Although it was just a minor adjustment, the implications behind it were earth-shattering to anyone who truly understood the matter.

Seeing a native vulnerability and actually fixing it are worlds apart!

Moreover, as Lin Yi further manipulated the underlying code of the track, he could clearly feel that he seemed to have gained some kind of extraordinary privilege.

Moreover, this level of access is steadily increasing.

Lin Yi suddenly realized: "Could it be an inheritance given to me by a fellow villager from the secular world?"

From the moment I entered the Tianjun contact track, step by step, I have come this far, and the care and support I have received from my fellow countrymen in the secular world is clearly visible.

Lin Yi could roughly guess that this was not a benefit without reason.

There must be something they want behind it.

To inherit the legacy of a supreme deity is an incredible opportunity from any perspective.

But not everyone can seize such an opportunity.

If the shoulders are even slightly weak, they will be crushed in no time, leaving not even a trace.

Judging from the current situation, I am most likely already recognized as the heir by my fellow villagers in the secular world, otherwise they wouldn't have given me such authority out of thin air.

But whether he is the only heir is hard to say.

Lin Yi had a strong premonition.

There must be other heirs eyeing the throne right now!

In addition, various forces outside of Tianjun, including the Beast God Academy and the Xuanwu Divine Society, are also constantly reaching out.

If you really get involved in this inheritance dispute, it will definitely be a deadly situation with a slim chance of survival!

However, Lin Yi did not back down at all.

From the moment he became an ancient god cultivator, he had no way out. He was not even afraid of the creator god, so why would he be afraid of this?

Lin Yi reviewed the current situation.

The first priority is to deal with that flawed emperor.

Although this guy doesn't have core privileges, he can exploit loopholes and do dirty tricks, so keeping him around will always be a major threat.

Let's prepare a generous gift for him first.

Lin Yi immediately focused his mind again, entered the underlying code of the track, and began to make arrangements with the newly added permissions.

In some unnoticed depths, fake vulnerabilities are being created out of thin air.

They float silently within the underlying code, like silent booby traps, waiting for the moment they will explode.

Just as Lin Yi was getting into the swing of things, a familiar beam of light suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping his entire body.

The next second, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

"A secret track area?"

Lin Yi looked around and saw an endless, vast sea with scattered islands on its surface. Each island was less than five square meters in size, just big enough for one person to stand on.

Although this was the first time he had seen this scene, as a regular at the racetrack, Lin Yi was all too familiar with the atmosphere of the racetrack that permeated the area.

Moreover, he still holds the authority at the lower levels.

Entering this place is no different from going home; in some ways, it's even similar to the New World.

The only difference is that Lin Yi, as the creator of the new world, has absolute authority, while in this racetrack secret realm, he can at most be considered a low-level administrator with some minor authority.

At this moment, eight figures stood on eight isolated islands, and they were undoubtedly the chosen challengers.

Lin Yi glanced around and immediately spotted a familiar face on one of the isolated islands.

Yuan Chu.

At this moment, Yuan Chu's facial expressions were quite varied.

Having suffered two defeats at Lin Yi's hands, especially the latter one that left him owing five boxes of the academy's treasury, it would be impossible for anyone to maintain a balanced mindset.

He had been itching to get revenge on Lin Yi for a long time.

Despite the imbalance, Yuan Chu did not show any signs of losing his composure; instead, he responded with a smile.

"Brother Lin, it seems the God of the Track is still looking out for me, giving me another chance to face you head-on."

Lin Yi's expression was strange: "A head-on confrontation with me? Are you sure?"

Yuan Chu: "..."

Even though he was unwilling, he knew that Lin Yi's level had far surpassed his own, and he at least had this basic understanding.

What right does a four-zhang-tall Dharma form have to challenge a three-zhang-tall Dharma form master?

After a moment of hesitation, Yuan Chu's expression turned cold: "The racetrack secret realm has its own rules. Even if you are a three-zhang Dharma form, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll have an advantage!"