Chapter 23

"Good!"

"Elder, please watch!"

Just then, Lin Xuan's voice rang out.

The next instant, Lin Xuan's blood and qi boiled, and his aura doubled in the blink of an eye.

"This is... Blood Rage?"

"Strength doubled—Mastery level..."

"Hiss..."

The Pavilion Elder's gaze was exceedingly sharp. With a single look, he saw through Lin Xuan's transformation. His heart jolted with shock, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

If he remembered correctly, Lin Xuan had only exchanged for Blood Rage yesterday. He had mastered it in one day?

What kind of monstrous freak was this?

"Tiger's Roar Fist!"

While he was still stunned, Lin Xuan threw a punch.

"Roar!"

At that moment, an earth-shaking tiger's roar erupted from within Lin Xuan. His entire body was like a ferocious tiger unleashed from its cage.

The aura unique to the king of the forest was displayed to the fullest.

"Buzz!"

As Lin Xuan's fist descended, the air before the Pavilion Elder trembled slightly, ripples of force swaying outward in rings.

"It really is Mastery level..."

The Pavilion Elder stared wide-eyed, looking at Lin Xuan as though he were some kind of monster.

Lin Xuan then deactivated Blood Rage at just the right moment and smiled at the Pavilion Elder.

"Elder, this disciple wasn't lying, was he?"

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together with a teasing look, just short of saying, 'Thank you, Elder.'

Light flashed wildly in the Pavilion Elder's eyes. He ignored Lin Xuan, seemingly lost in thought.

Several breaths passed.

Damn it, is this old man trying to renege on the deal?

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. Just as he was about to remind him, the Pavilion Elder suddenly flew into a rage.

"Wang Xuanfeng, are you fucking blind? A prodigy like this, and you put him in the Servant District?"

Lin Xuan froze, staring at the Pavilion Elder in utter shock.

Wang Xuanfeng... that was the Divine Firmament Holy Lord, a legendary Emperor Realm powerhouse.

He was berating an Emperor just like that? Wasn't he afraid of being slapped to death?

Yet strangely, nothing Lin Xuan had imagined happened.

After cursing, the Pavilion Elder casually waved his hand. A blood-red battle saber appeared, floating before him...

"Thank you, Elder, for granting me this blade. Your great kindness shall never be forgotten by this disciple, Lin Xuan."

Lin Xuan grabbed the blood-red battle saber before him.

At a single glance, he had fallen in love with this mundane weapon. It was countless times better than his Pig Slaughtering Blade.

With the saber in hand, feeling its immensely weighty aura, he could not wait to find a demon beast to test it on.

Of course, he also knew that his Pig Slaughtering Blade Art was unsuitable for this kind of long saber, so he had to exchange for a saber technique as soon as possible.

"Mm!"

Hearing Lin Xuan's words, the Pavilion Elder nodded in satisfaction, then added, "Remember this: this old man is Luo Tongtian. As for your situation, I will personally speak with the Holy Lord about it. Perhaps I can even have you become a Core Disciple directly."

"When you soar high and prosper in the future, don't forget this old man's kindness in granting you this gift today. And don't forget that all of this was bestowed upon you by the Divine Firmament."

Who did not like talent? Luo Tongtian had developed a desire to nurture talent.

Naturally, this was also an early investment. Once Lin Xuan became famous or powerful in the future, Luo Tongtian would certainly benefit from it.

"Yes, this disciple thanks Elder Luo."

Lin Xuan immediately replied.

He then asked, "Then, Elder, can I exchange for martial skills now?"

With a thought, Lin Xuan stored the blood-red battle saber in his Spatial Ring, looking somewhat excited.

"Of course!"

"Go on in!"

This time, Luo Tongtian did not stop him, merely waving a hand grandly.

"Thank you, Elder!"

Lin Xuan thanked him once more and walked into the Martial Pavilion.

On the first floor of the Martial Pavilion, Lin Xuan selected carefully. After ten minutes, he held a jade slip in his hand.

"The first three forms of the Blood Battle Nine Forms—nice. This martial skill has tremendous explosive power, and it's a series-type skill. The middle three forms reach the pinnacle of the Yellow Rank, while the final three forms even reach Profound Rank Low Grade."

"At your current stage, the first three forms, which are Yellow Rank High Grade, are more than enough. Train well."

As Luo Tongtian deducted Lin Xuan's Contribution Points, he spoke.

The first three forms of the Yellow Rank High Grade Blood Battle Blade Technique alone required a full 500 Contribution Points. If he had not obtained quite a lot from Niu Fang, Lin Xuan had no idea when he would ever have been able to exchange for them.