The Clan Competition Began: First Battle, Lin Shan

The Clan Competition was one of the Lin Family's grand events.

Today, the entire Lin Family was caught up in a bustle of activity.

People came and went before the gates in an endless stream.

In Qingyang Town, the Lin Family could be considered a prominent clan, so for a lively occasion like the Clan Competition, they naturally had to invite people to attend.

As a newly rising force in Qingyang Town, the Lin Family drew no small amount of attention. Many people wanted to take this chance to see what kind of geniuses the Lin Family's younger generation had.

Young geniuses often represented the rise and fall of a clan for decades to come.

"Lin Yun, Brother, hurry up and come out! The Clan Competition is about to start!" Lin Xia arrived early at Lin Yun's courtyard, intending to take him with her to the venue of the Clan Competition, the Trial Hall.

"I'm coming, Sister Lin Xia."

Lin Yun had changed into a neat new outfit. For a socially anxious person like him, he had to dress himself up properly before going out.

"You look spirited. Perform well in this Clan Competition. Your sister thinks highly of you."

Lin Xia sized up the fresh, tidy Lin Yun and nodded in satisfaction.

Two months ago, she and Lin Yun had fought to a draw. Now that two months had passed, Lin Yun was probably even stronger. She was very much looking forward to him making a stunning debut in the Clan Competition! After all, he was someone she had invested in, and with the two sparring sessions during this period, Lin Xia felt that she had also played a part in Lin Yun's growth. The better Lin Yun performed, the happier she naturally would be.

The two headed to the Trial Hall. At this time, quite a few people in the clan were walking in the direction of the Trial Hall. Seeing that Lin Xia was actually traveling together with Lin Yun, they all revealed curious expressions.

Lin Xia was the Lin Family's current favored daughter of heaven, the leader of the younger generation, while Lin Yun was an orphan who rarely went out and had even offended Lin Hong. No one had expected him to be so familiar with Lin Xia.

Soon, they arrived at the Trial Hall.

"You go sit inside first. I'll go see my father and grandfather." Lin Xia sent Lin Yun to the entrance, then left again.

As the eldest daughter of the family, she still had to follow Lin Ken and Lin Zhentian to welcome the outside guests.

"Mm!"

Lin Yun nodded and entered the Trial Hall by himself. At this moment, the hall was packed with people and extremely lively. Quite a few people had already taken their seats.

Lin Yun casually found a seat and sat down, then quietly observed everyone in the hall.

Before long, his gaze was drawn to three people who had entered: a middle-aged man leading a young boy and a young girl.

That middle-aged man was Lin Xiao of the Lin Family's Third Branch.

His appearance attracted many people's attention. As the Lin Family's most outstanding genius in the past, Lin Xiao had fallen into a long decline after being severely injured by Lin Langtian at the Clan Competition, and he had almost never attended family events.

His sudden appearance this time surprised many in the clan.

The youth following behind Lin Xiao wore a black fitted outfit. His looks were ordinary, his eyes carried a hint of unruliness, and his face was firm. He was none other than Lin Dong, the Chosen One.

The young girl beside Lin Dong was naturally the little loli Qing Tan. Today, Qing Tan wore a small green dress. She was exquisitely cute, with a petite, delicate figure, two ponytails, and big dark eyes that looked around curiously.

Little Qing Tan was also very eye-catching, as pretty as carved jade and truly lovely to behold. No one could help taking a couple of extra looks at her.

"Lin Yun, Brother."

Qing Tan's gaze soon swept over Lin Yun. She placed her small hand before her chest and happily waved toward him, calling out in a voice only she herself could hear.

Lin Yun gave her a slight nod and did not respond warmly.

Qing Tan was still young now, so he could not have perverted thoughts. For now, he would keep a certain distance.

The three of them entered the seating area. When they passed in front of Lin Mang of the Second Branch, the two sides started clashing unhappily, and Lin Xiao was mocked by Lin Mang in front of outsiders.

Seeing his own father suffer such grievance, Lin Dong's gaze darkened. His little fists clenched tightly, hidden inside his sleeves, while little Qing Tan's eyes were indignant, her lips bitten, looking extremely unconvinced.

Seeing the two of them make those small movements, Lin Yun could not help smiling. At this time, Lin Dong was still very stubborn. Because of Lin Xiao's decline, he had been bullied and mocked since he was young, leaving him with some inferiority and unwillingness in his personality. At this moment, a breath of anger was even more tightly bottled up in his heart, just waiting to be released in the Clan Competition so he could amaze everyone and slap the faces of those who mocked his father and him.

Youngsters were childish, but they did not lack hot blood.

The three of them had only just sat down when a large crowd suddenly surged in through the entrance. Those people surrounded an old man with a head full of white hair. He wore a brocade shirt, giving off an extremely hale and hearty impression. As his eyes swept around, his domineering air leaked out.

The old man was none other than the Lin Family's current head, Lin Zhentian!

Behind Lin Zhentian were Lin Ken and Lin Xia.

Lin Xia was older than Qing Tan and had already grown into graceful proportions, her figure slender and elegant. Standing beautifully among the crowd, she attracted the gazes of many guests.

There were no few people who coveted this precious young lady of the Lin Family.

Lin Zhentian entered and warmly greeted the guests on both sides.

When he saw Lin Xiao, Lin Zhentian was slightly surprised, his eyes complicated.

This had once been the son he valued most. Unfortunately, after suffering that injury, Lin Xiao had shut himself away for a time, and this had made Lin Zhentian feel awful as well.

The father and son exchanged a few pleasantries.

Behind him, Lin Xia's gaze turned around, searching for Lin Yun. After a short while, she finally saw Lin Yun sitting at the edge of a corner, and she secretly gave him a look.

As everyone took their seats, Lin Zhentian briefly said a few opening words, then announced the start of the matches.

The one in charge of hosting the Clan Competition was Lin Ken.

"The old rules: draw lots to decide your opponents. All the little ones participating in the Clan Competition, come out and draw your lots."

Lin Ken took out a bamboo tube used for drawing lots and placed it on the stage.

From the seats, the dozen or so boys and girls who had long been itching to try immediately walked out.

Lin Yun also rose to draw lots.

The clan competition's format was very simple: they would draw lots at random to compete, decide the Top Five, then draw lots again to fight and establish a preliminary ranking. Finally came the challenge matches—anyone dissatisfied with their ranking could challenge someone ranked above them and fight for their place.

The purpose of the competition was not solely to determine the champion, but also to let the younger generation display themselves as much as possible.

Lin Yun casually reached out and drew number seven.

He needed to fight whoever had also drawn number seven.

The competition began. There were only five Competition Stages, so those who had drawn the first five numbers competed first.

Lin Dong's number was four, and he went straight up onto the fourth stone platform. His opponent was Lin Changqiang, who was at the Body Tempering Fourth Layer and also Qing Tan's number-one simp.

Right now, the strength Lin Dong showed on the surface was Body Tempering Fifth Layer, so he could crush Lin Changqiang as well. There was no suspense at all. Once he unleashed Tongbei Fist with a series of sharp smacks, Lin Dong easily took down Lin Changqiang, earning a round of cheers from Qing Tan.

"Numbers six to ten, come up," Lin Ken announced as the first round ended.

Lin Yun stepped onto the second stone platform.

A black-clothed youth followed him up.

Lin Yun took one look and immediately found it amusing. It was actually Lin Shan.

Enemies really did meet on a narrow road. This little tyrant had run into Lin Yun in the very first round.

At that moment, Lin Shan's face had gone dark, and he cursed his bad luck inwardly.

Half a year ago, he had already been no match for Lin Yun.

Although he had now broken through to the Body Tempering Fifth Layer, he still had no chance of challenging Lin Yun. Taking a beating was inevitable.

As for admitting defeat, no one had surrendered as soon as they came up so far. And in front of so many clan members, Lin Shan could not bring himself to lose face and directly concede. He was the little tyrant; admitting defeat meant admitting cowardice. There was no way he would surrender.

Lin Shan gritted his teeth. "Bring it."

He, Lin Shan, would take this beating! Seeing Lin Shan on the stage facing Lin Yun with that ashen expression, Qing Tan, seated below, could not help covering her mouth and laughing. The joy on her face was practically overflowing.

Even Lin Dong beside her was affected by it, the corners of his mouth lifting uncontrollably.

Likewise, quite a few people who disliked Lin Shan were taking pleasure in his misfortune, and some even laughed out loud.

Among the seats, only Lin Mang and his son Lin Hong had gloomy faces, looking extremely displeased.

On the second stage, after a brief moment of surprise, Lin Yun began studying the mission in his mind.

It was all the same no matter who he fought. What he cared about was the reward.

Mission: Defeat Lin Shan. Reward: One Third-Grade Qi Blood Pill.