Lin Chuan Summons

"Looks like my swordsmanship talent isn't too bad."

Yang Chen thought with some pride. He had spent very little time comprehending sword techniques, dedicating most of his time to cultivation. Yet, even so, he had brought the Ten Sword Technique to minor completion, and the Gale Sword Technique had already reached the introductory stage.

"I'll maintain this cultivation pace from now on and strive to break into the Outer Sect as soon as possible!"

Having made up his mind, Yang Chen once again buried himself in diligent practice.

Cultivating, comprehending swordsmanship, patrolling the spirit fields.

The days passed peacefully, without incident.

Sometimes Xu Qingqing would visit his wooden hut. The previous incident still weighed on her mind, so she often came to Yang Chen's place to verify her sword techniques. The results shocked her.

Yang Chen's swordsmanship talent was surprisingly high; he improved every few days.

From then on, she would come to spar with him at a fixed time each day.

Yang Chen couldn't bring himself to turn her away. Fortunately, Xu Qingqing didn't stay long, only for fifteen minutes.

Besides her, Yang Chen would occasionally have meals with Wang Feng, mainly to gather information.

From Wang Feng, Yang Chen learned something: the new steward had been decided. It was a Senior Brother from the fourth lineage of Hidden Sword Peak, named Chen Jinhai. His specific strength was unknown, but he shouldn't be much weaker than Lin Chuan.

He also asked a few questions about Zhou Han, but unfortunately, Wang Feng was also unaware of his whereabouts.

Days turned into weeks, and Yang Chen's strength grew steadily, his comprehension of swordsmanship becoming more effortless.

With two days left until the end of the month, Yang Chen's cultivation reached another breakthrough.

[Realm: Blood Martial Fourth Level, Punching Force 38,506 kg]

"After forty to fifty days, I've finally broken through to the Blood Martial Fourth Level."

This was the slowest breakthrough to a minor realm he had experienced since he started cultivating.

"With my current strength, I could kill an elephant with a single punch. Even a thick wall would have a gaping hole after one strike."

Martial artists in the Blood Martial Realm unified their Blood Essence, possessing not only immense strength but also a formidable ability to utilize it, with almost no wasted effort in any punch or kick.

Yang Chen looked at the ground. Due to his long hours of sitting and cultivating there, a shallow indentation had formed.

Not only was his strength astonishing now, but his weight was also considerable. His seemingly proportionate and slender body was actually terrifyingly heavy.

"My weight must be over a thousand catties. If I said that in my previous life, who would believe me?"

This was the might of a martial artist. With such monstrous physical conditioning, even a simple charge could kill a large number of ordinary people.

Furthermore, with his current physical resilience, ordinary blades and weapons would find it difficult to inflict damage, as they couldn't penetrate his defenses.

Two days later, Yang Chen received news that Lin Chuan, who had been promoted to the Inner Sect, would be arriving.

This news greatly excited the disciples of his batch. The Transcendent Realm was already considered a living legend. Even among disciples with extraordinary backgrounds, many families did not have anyone in the Transcendent Realm.

Yang Chen was also looking forward to Lin Chuan's arrival, eager to witness the demeanor of someone in the Transcendent Realm.

The crowd waited and waited, but Lin Chuan never appeared.

Just as everyone thought Lin Chuan wouldn't come, someone suddenly pointed to the sky and exclaimed, "Look at the sky!"

Yang Chen followed the sound and saw a figure in purple robes descending from the sky. The person was tall, with handsome features, and exuded a subtle aura that felt like heavenly might, pressing down on everyone, making it hard to breathe.

"It's Steward Lin!"

Yang Chen's eyesight was excellent. The figure hovering in the sky, like an immortal being, was indeed Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan's appearance seemed largely unchanged, but his ability to stand in the air was enough to make countless people bow their heads.

This was a unique flying technique exclusive to the Transcendent Realm, allowing one to travel anywhere in the vast world.

"There really are immortal beings in this world who can fly through the sky and burrow through the earth!"

Almost everyone was awestruck. The notion of flying was too ethereal; at least ninety-nine percent of the disciples had never witnessed it.

Over time, everyone had come to regard it as a legend. Now that a legendary figure had appeared, no one could remain calm.

The next moment, Lin Chuan landed on the ground under the reverent gazes of everyone.

"Greetings, Uncle-Master!"

All the disciples spoke in unison.

Lin Chuan glanced towards the location where Wang Feng and the others were. Wang Feng and the others felt a chill run down their spines. This was indeed their arrangement.

"No need for formalities."

Lin Chuan, as gentle as ever, placed his hands forward and smiled, "Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, you've all gone from bewildered newcomers to seasoned disciples. I've seen all your changes, and your growth makes me very pleased."

"I am here today to bid you farewell."

"Starting tomorrow, I will no longer be the steward of Area 8."

Many disciples looked reluctant. Although Lin Chuan hadn't met them often, he had left a deep impression on everyone.

Before entering the Sun Moon Sword Sect, while they were excited to become mere laborers, they were also filled with apprehension, fearing exploitation and oppression after joining.

However, under Lin Chuan's management, they had not only avoided bullying and exploitation but had also occasionally received additional cultivation resources, which fostered a strong sense of belonging to the Sun Moon Sword Sect.

Seeing the reluctance on many faces, Lin Chuan also felt a touch of emotion. He smiled, "The path of martial arts is long, and we are all climbers. You are all excellent, and I can almost see a future where we fight side-by-side. I look forward to that day."

"Today I'm here to distribute next month's cultivation resources for you all."

Lin Chuan sat down at the table, and all the disciples spontaneously formed a long line, waiting in an orderly fashion to receive their supplies.

"What's your name?"

Lin Chuan asked gently.

The disciple at the front of the line trembled nervously. "D-disciple Ling Wu..."

"Don't be nervous," Lin Chuan comforted him, taking out five Spirit Crystals and a bottle of Qi Strength Pills and handing them over. "Cultivate well and strive to bring glory to the sect!"

"Yes!"

Ling Wu's face turned red with excitement. When he saw the Spirit Crystals in his hand, he was stunned.

"These extra two are my personal token of appreciation. You may go."

Ling Wu was overwhelmed with emotion and walked to the side, clutching the Spirit Crystals.

The disciples who followed each received more Spirit Crystals than in previous months, and they were all thrilled.

"Yang Chen, what are you queuing for? Go to the side."

Seeing Yang Chen step forward with a smile, Lin Chuan glared at him and sent him away.

Yang Chen sighed helplessly. It was no wonder they said he was a Transcendent. His memory was indeed good.

Many people still didn't know what had happened, as the incident hadn't been widely publicized.

Many looked confused, but Zhu Xi, at the back of the line, lowered his head in shame. If it weren't for him, Yang Chen wouldn't have been deprived of his resources.

After all the supplies were distributed, Lin Chuan once again exhorted everyone, expressing his high hopes for all the disciples present.

Not long after, the other disciples left one after another.

Yang Chen and the others who had made the list were kept behind and received the final rewards from the cultivation rankings. Starting tomorrow, the new cultivation rankings would be for the disciples who had just joined the sect at the beginning of this month.

After distributing the supplies, Lin Chuan left.

After he left, Yang Chen and the others also dispersed. Just as Yang Chen was about to return to his cultivation, a voice reached his ears:

"Come to my training ground at midnight tonight."

Yang Chen's eyes flickered. He recognized Lin Chuan's voice and pricked up his ears, waiting for further instructions, but none came.

He didn't overthink it. After returning to his residence, he began to cultivate. He cultivated until the end of the Hai hour before heading towards the mountainside under the cover of night.