Promotion to a Fourth-rate Sect

Roar!

Roar!

Deep in the wilderness, dozens of hulking Fierce Beasts charged out and surrounded a group of martial artists who had ventured out to train.

Judging by their attire, they were clearly disciples of the Demon Fiend Sect!

"It's over! It's over!"

Seeing so many Fierce Beasts comparable to Peak Martial Ancestors, despair filled their faces.

Roar!

Roar!

The Fierce Beasts charged furiously forward, making the earth tremble.

We're going to die, we're going to die!

This was the only thought rising in the Demon Fiend Sect disciples' hearts.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a Purple-haired Man descended like a savior. His clothes instantly burst apart, and he said coldly, "Scram."

Terror surfaced in the charging beasts' eyes. They immediately tucked their tails and fled.

The Demon Fiend Sect disciples, who had believed themselves doomed beyond doubt, all widened their eyes when they saw the man frighten away the beast pack with a single word.

"Senior Brother, he's from the Eternal Sect!"

Some of them had accompanied their sect master to Mount Hua before and retained a deep impression of this fellow who loved going bare-chested!

"Th-thank you for saving us!" A Demon Fiend Sect disciple cupped his hands.

Zi Lin said indifferently, "Our two sects are friends. No need for thanks."

With that, he left in a carefree manner.

The clothes that had exploded into scraps drifted away in the wind, seeming to sob faintly.

Such acts of drawing a blade to help when encountering injustice often occurred elsewhere as well. The ones in danger were either Demon Fiend Sect disciples or God Slaying Hall disciples.

And the ones who stepped in to save them were always Eternal Sect Disciples.

When Sect Master Ren and Hall Master Han learned of it, they had their suspicions. Their disciples kept encountering trouble whenever