Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

He knew there would be those who were unconvinced.

At the Middle Stage of the Golden Immortal realm, in a place where Immortal Kings were everywhere, he was indeed not much to look at.

But he held the Saint’s token bestowed by the Blue-haired Lion in his hand, which was the true source of his power.

Lin Mo slowly raised his hand, lifting the cyan-green jade plaque above his head.

As soon as the jade plaque appeared, a faint aura of Heavenly Dao pressure spread out.

The expressions of the crowd changed, and the Disciples with lower cultivation immediately knelt on the ground; even those Immortal Kings had to lower their heads and bow.

The Tong Sect Saint’s token; to see the token is to see the Saint.

Unconvinced?

It is a Saint’s item; even if you are unconvinced, you must submit.

The bearded Cultivator’s face flushed red, his lips trembled a few times, but in the end, he did not say anything disrespectful.

He wasn’t afraid of Lin Mo; he was afraid of that jade plaque.

Although the Saint had been in seclusion for countless years, the lingering awe remained.

Whoever dared to be disrespectful to the Saint’s token was being disrespectful to the Saint.

The consequences of being disrespectful to the Saint were not something he, an Immortal King, could bear.

Lin Mo withdrew the jade plaque, looked around, his tone neither salty nor bland.

”Seniors, my cultivation is low, and I should not have taken on this heavy responsibility. But Senior Blue-haired Lion has given the order, and I dare not disobey. In the future, I hope you Seniors will offer much guidance.”

”Of course, if you Seniors are truly unconvinced, you can go and argue with Senior Blue-haired Lion.”

”As long as he rescinds the order, I will pack my bags and leave immediately; I will not linger.”

Everyone looked at each other, and no one replied.

Go and argue with the Blue-haired Lion? Wouldn’t that be seeking death?

Seeing that no one spoke further, Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and walked toward the main hall of Biyou Island, silently calculating the arrangements for what was to come.

Master was imprisoned, Biyou Island was under his management, and he had a group of Immortal Kings and Immortal Emperors under him who refused to be managed; this mess was not easy to clean up.

But it was still better than following his Master to his death.

As he walked, Lin Mo silently said to the System in his heart.

”Old buddy, I’m counting on you from here on out.”