Defeat Lin Ziyou, Become an Inner Sect Disciple

The Outer Sect disciples around them buzzed with discussion. For a time, the entire venue was a clamorous sea of voices.

"Look, Ye Lin is here! I recognize him—it's him!"

At that moment, someone let out a loud shout, and the crowd that had been packed together parted, opening up a path.

Ye Lin had climbed from a Chore Disciple to an Outer Sect disciple in just half a year. Whether they were Outer Sect disciples or Chore Disciples from his past, all of them admired him immensely.

When someone became powerful enough, those left far behind could only look up at them rather than envy them.

Following the path the Outer Sect disciples had made, Ye Lin walked all the way onto the Arena. It was empty at the moment; Lin Ziyou had clearly not arrived yet.

Standing on the Arena, Ye Lin looked around, taking in the mountains at a glance and seeing them all as small. The last time he had stood here had been to fight for the position of Chore Overseer.

This time, he had come to fight for a place in the Inner Sect. He could not help feeling somewhat moved.

"Damn, what an overpowering aura. Just standing there, he already has the bearing of a king of swagger. Truly admirable."

"If you can't flatter someone, are you just going to force it?"

Ye Lin stood on the Arena for a full half hour, and countless Outer Sect disciples below began grumbling.

"I've long been sick of these Inner Sect disciples. They spend all day looking down their noses at people, arrogant as hell. The resources one Inner Sect disciple gets in a month are what an ordinary Outer Sect disciple gets in ten years."

"Yeah, but they're strong. What can we do about it?"

Because of this unfair system, the Outer Sect disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect did not have the slightest favorable impression of the Inner Sect disciples.

We Outer Sect disciples toiled day and night for resources. Every month, we had performance quotas to meet, and if things went wrong, we might even die on the way while carrying out missions.

And you Inner Sect disciples? You received abundant resources every day, yet you had no points system to worry about. It was enough to make others green with envy.

After a while, a young man dressed in black finally hurried over. He had brows like stars and eyes like swords.

"Sorry, something delayed me. Hurry up and make your move. Once I deal with you, I still need to prepare to enter the Inner Sect Secret Realm."

The hurried Lin Ziyou cast a disdainful glance at the Outer Sect disciples around him before speaking to Ye Lin.

From beginning to end, he had not regarded Ye Lin as worthy of his attention.

The challengers before had all been Inner Sect disciples at Qi Refining Level 8. That was how these Outer Sect disciples had managed to enter the Inner Sect.

But what about him? He, Lin Ziyou, was at Qi Refining Level 9. Even within the Inner Sect, that level of strength placed him in the middle ranks.

"Are you sure, Senior Brother? This punch of mine might take your life."

Ye Lin clenched his fist, amusement coloring his tone.

He had a good temper, but he had waited on the Arena for this man for a full half hour. No matter how good someone's temper was, they would not be able to endure that.

"Those of the Outer Sect are nothing but ants."

Lin Ziyou's face was filled with contempt. At most, the person before him was at Qi Refining Level 8, while he himself was a top expert at Qi Refining Level 9.

Even if he gave Ye Lin three moves, Ye Lin still might not be able to do anything to him.

"Damn it, he's arrogant."

Lin Ziyou's words immediately stirred public outrage. The Outer Sect disciples below glared at him furiously, but none of them made a move.

They still knew how to read the situation. Their strength was inferior, so they could only endure it.

He's so high and mighty, so arrogant and conceited. In that case, I'll first probe his approximate strength and make him think I'm utterly ordinary. Then, when he lets his guard down, I'll kill him with a single blow.

Ye Lin thought to himself. This man was at Qi Refining Level 9, one level above him. If they fought head-on, even if Ye Lin could win, it would take some effort.

"Senior Brother, since you're so confident, watch this punch carefully."

Ye Lin then circulated the spiritual energy within his body and threw a punch at Lin Ziyou, driving straight at his face.

"You're quite vicious with your strikes, huh?"

Lin Ziyou sneered and threw out his fist directly. The two fists collided, and a deep explosion boomed across the entire venue.

Tap, tap, tap.

Ye Lin was forced back three steps by that punch, while Lin Ziyou retreated only half a step. The gap between them was immediately apparent.

"Trying to fight above my level without using Spirit Fire is still a little difficult."

Ye Lin rubbed his numb arm. Without using the power of Spirit Fire just now, defeating Lin Ziyou before him had been somewhat unrealistic.

"Hmph, I thought you were something impressive. This is it?"

After taking Ye Lin's punch, Lin Ziyou became even more disdainful. He had thought the man before him was remarkable.

Who would have thought he was merely an ordinary Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator?

"Hmph, what a waste of time. You wasted a full five minutes of my time. Since that's the case, I'll cripple one of your arms as a lesson."

At that moment, Lin Ziyou moved.

Rising Dragon Fist.

An incomplete dragon head appeared around Lin Ziyou's right arm. At the same time, a dragon's roar that seemed to shake heaven and earth faintly echoed through the air.

Ye Lin suddenly felt as if his mind had slipped out of his control, but he regained his senses in an instant.

"Holy shit, Rising Dragon Fist? That's a Mysterious Grade Low Tier fist technique, one of the sect's guardian martial arts!"

"With that kind of momentum, Junior Brother Ye Lin probably can't take it, right?"

Seeing Lin Ziyou's imposing aura, the Outer Sect disciples below began worrying one after another.

Now.

Rather than feeling any fear, Ye Lin's fighting spirit surged.

Seven Kill Fist, kill!

Ye Lin shouted, spiritual energy surging wildly through his entire body. At the same time, the Spirit Fire in his dantian stirred and clung to his right arm.

And this time, after testing Ye Lin with the previous punch, Lin Ziyou had clearly grown somewhat careless.

Boom!

A thunderous bang spread throughout the plaza, and even the Arena beneath their feet trembled slightly.

With a crisp crack, Lin Ziyou was sent flying backward, his body slamming viciously into the wooden Pillar at the edge of the Arena.

"How is this possible? What exactly did you do?"

Lin Ziyou stared fixedly at Ye Lin, while his right arm had already bent at an Aberrations angle. It was clearly crippled.

He could feel waves of stabbing pain from his right arm, as though a fire were burning his bones. It made him wish he were dead.

"Holy shit, Junior Brother Ye Lin won? That's unbelievable! How did he even win?"

"To be honest, I didn't see it clearly either. But he's already an Inner Sect disciple now. Keep calling him Junior Brother, and you'd better watch your dog life."

"Sorry, Senior Brother. That punch might have been a little heavy. Are you all right?"

Seeing Ye Lin's harmless expression, Lin Ziyou was so enraged that blood rushed to his heart. He spat out a mouthful of blood onto the Arena, then collapsed heavily and fainted.

"Senior Brother Huang, I've become an Inner Sect disciple now, right?"

Ye Lin stretched his arm and asked Huang Xiong below the Arena.

Huang Xiong's body jolted when he was asked. At that moment, Ye Lin seemed like a devil to him. He was thoroughly afraid now. His previous thoughts had merely been guesses, but they had now been confirmed.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Ye Lin. I'll take you to the Inner Sect to register right away. Please follow me."

"Mm."

Ye Lin nodded. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly turned to look at Lin Ziyou, and a transparent panel appeared before his eyes.

Name: Lin Ziyou

Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 9

Fate Rank: Green

Fate Traits: [Good Luck] [Heaven's Pride]

Destiny: He cultivated his entire life, stepped into the Golden Core Realm, and became a Grand Elder of the Azure Cloud Sect. In the end, he failed to enter the Nascent Soul Realm and died when his lifespan ran dry.

Recent Opportunity: After being defeated by Ye Lin, his Dao heart shattered. One month later, he wished to end it all in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but discovered a Mystic-Grade High-Tier Spirit Fruit, the Nirvana Fruit, within the Dark Abyss. After consuming it, he underwent Phoenix Nirvana. His right arm was restored, and his combat strength greatly increased.

[Good Luck]: Your luck is better than that of ordinary people. You can always pick up something while walking down the road, and good luck can often help you turn danger into safety when facing a crisis.

[Heaven's Pride]: Your life proceeds smoothly with favorable winds and gentle rain. Throughout your life, you believe yourself inferior to no one, and you possess an invincible spirit.