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After encountering Lin Xuan.

Lin Qing saw the hatred in his younger cousin's eyes.

Though he had originally wanted to reconcile, he gave up on the idea.

Instead, he chose to focus on cultivation and raising his realm, so that he could shoulder the family's future someday.

Lin Xuan, meanwhile, did not settle down after arriving at the Origin Return Sect.

Having just arrived, he fought with a group of disciples over a cultivation cave abode with more abundant spiritual energy.

Even though the other side had three disciples at a comparable realm.

Lin Xuan relied on his extensive experience to defeat all three by himself.

He even extorted those disciples afterward.

He forced them to hand over half of the spirit stones they received each month.

In order to plunder cultivation resources and charge toward the Foundation Establishment stage, Lin Xuan began proactively picking fights with other disciples of his generation.

He had already offended a great many people, leaving everyone furious and resentful, yet helpless to do anything about it.

Some people were so angered that they went to complain to the elders.

The elders merely turned a blind eye and said that matters between juniors should be settled by the juniors themselves.

Until a day ago, when Lin Xuan had someone deliver a challenge letter to Lin Qing.

Either he handed over half the spirit stones he received every month.

Or they would duel in public three days later.

Looking at the challenge letter in his hand, Lin Qing sighed, inexplicably troubled.

When it came to pure strength, Lin Qing knew full well that he was no match for Lin Xuan at the same realm.

If he wanted to win, the only way was to use the flying sword the senior had given him.

But the thing