Defeat Lin Ziyou, Become an Inner Sect Disciple

The Outer Sect disciples all around were buzzing with discussion, and for a moment, the entire arena was filled with a clamor of voices.

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

At this, someone let out a loud shout, and the originally crowded throng of people parted to clear a path.

It had taken Ye Lin only a short half-year to climb from a Chore Disciple to an Outer Sect disciple; both the Outer Sect disciples and those who had once been Chore Disciples with him were filled with immense admiration.

When a person becomes powerful enough, those left behind can only look up in awe, not jealousy.

Following the path cleared by the Outer Sect disciples, Ye Lin walked onto the arena. The stage was empty; clearly, Lin Ziyou had not yet arrived.

Standing on the arena, Ye Lin looked around, feeling as though he were looking down upon all the mountains. The last time he had stood here, it was to compete for the position of Chore Overseer.

This time, he had come to fight for a spot as an Inner Sect disciple, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

"Hiss, such overwhelming arrogance. Just standing there, this guy exudes the aura of a king of pretentiousness. It's truly impressive."

"If you don't know how to suck up, don't force it, alright?"

Ye Lin stood on the arena for a full half-hour, which caused the countless Outer Sect disciples below to begin grumbling.

"I've long been fed up with these Inner Sect disciples. They walk around with their noses in the air all day, acting so high and mighty. The resources one of them gets in a month are equal to ten years of resources for an ordinary Outer Sect disciple."

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

Because of this unfair system, the Outer Sect disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect held not a shred of affection for the Inner Sect disciples.

We Outer Sect disciples toil all day for resources, have monthly quotas to meet, and if things go wrong, we might even die on the road while completing a mission.

And you Inner Sect disciples? You spend your days with abundant resources and no point system to worry about; it's enough to make anyone green with envy.

After a while, a young man dressed in black, with sharp, sword-like brows and bright eyes, hurried over.

"Sorry, I was delayed by something. Hurry up and make your move; once I'm done with you, I still need to prepare for entering the Inner Sect Secret Realm."

Lin Ziyou, who had arrived in a rush, cast a disdainful glance at the surrounding Outer Sect disciples before speaking to Ye Lin.

From start to finish, he hadn't placed Ye Lin in his eyes at all.

The previous challengers had all been Inner Sect disciples at the eighth level of Qi Refining, which was the only reason those Outer Sect disciples were able to slip into the Inner Sect.

But him? Lin Ziyou was at the ninth level of Qi Refining. With such strength, even within the Inner Sect, he would be considered to be in the middle tier.

"Are you sure? Senior Brother, this punch of mine might just cost you your life."

Ye Lin clenched his fist, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness.

He had a very good temper, but having waited for this man on the arena for a full half-hour, even the most patient person would eventually lose their cool.

"A person from the Outer Sect is nothing but an ant."

Lin Ziyou looked at him with utter contempt. At best, the person before him was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, while he? He was a top-tier expert at the ninth level.

Even if he let him have three moves, it was unlikely he could do anything to him.

"Damn, he's really arrogant."

As soon as Lin Ziyou spoke, he instantly provoked public anger. The Outer Sect disciples below glared at him with fury, though none of them made a move.

They still knew how to read the room; when your strength is inferior, you have no choice but to endure.

This guy is so conceited and arrogant. Since that's the case, I'll first probe his general strength and give him the illusion that I'm nothing special, then wait for him to underestimate me and strike with a killing blow.

Ye Lin thought to himself. After all, this man was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, a whole stage higher than himself. If he were to clash head-on, even if he could win, it would take a great deal of effort.

"Senior Brother, since you are so confident, then watch this punch carefully."

Ye Lin then channeled the spiritual energy within him and threw a punch toward Lin Ziyou, aiming straight for his face.

"That's a vicious strike, isn't it?"

Lin Ziyou sneered and threw a punch of his own. The two fists collided, and a low, explosive sound instantly echoed throughout the entire venue.

Thud, thud, thud.

Under the force of the blow, Ye Lin retreated three steps, while Lin Ziyou retreated half a step. The gap in strength was immediately apparent.

It's still quite strenuous to fight across levels without using Spirit Fire.

Ye Lin rubbed his numb arm. It was unrealistic to think he could defeat the Lin Ziyou before him without using the power of his Spirit Fire.

"Hmph, and here I thought you were something special. Is that it?"

Having blocked Ye Lin's punch, Lin Ziyou became even more dismissive. He had expected the guy before him to be a big deal.

To think he was just an ordinary eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator.

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

At this moment, Lin Ziyou moved.

"Rising Dragon Fist!"

An incomplete dragon head manifested over Lin Ziyou's right arm, and at the same time, a dragon's roar that seemed to shake the heavens and earth faintly echoed through the surrounding air.

Ye Lin felt as if his mind had suddenly lost its focus, but in an instant, he regained his composure.

Holy crap, Rising Dragon Fist? That's a Profound-grade low-tier martial art, one of the sect's signature techniques!

"With this kind of momentum, I fear Junior Brother Ye Lin won't be able to withstand it, right?"

Watching Lin Ziyou's imposing display, the Outer Sect disciples below voiced their concerns one after another.

"Now is the time."

Seeing this, Ye Lin felt not a shred of fear; instead, his fighting spirit surged.

"Seven Kill Fist, Kill!"

Ye Lin let out a roar, his spiritual energy surging wildly throughout his body. At the same time, the Spirit Fire within his dantian stirred, coating his right arm.

This time, having tested the waters with the previous strike, Lin Ziyou was clearly being somewhat careless.

BOOM!

A deafening sound echoed across the entire plaza, and the arena floor beneath their feet trembled slightly.

With a crisp, snapping sound, Lin Ziyou was sent flying backward, his body slamming heavily 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 was bent at a grotesque angle—it was clearly shattered.

He could feel waves of searing pain radiating from his arm, as if a fire were burning his very bones, causing him agony beyond description.

"Holy crap, Junior Brother Ye Lin won? This is incredible, how on earth did he win?"

"To be honest, I didn't see it clearly either. But he's an Inner Sect disciple now; watch your tongue, or you'll lose your dog life."

"My apologies, Senior Brother, that punch might have been a bit heavy. Are you alright?"

Seeing Ye Lin's harmless, innocent facade, Lin Ziyou was overcome with rage. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the arena floor before collapsing heavily and falling unconscious.

"Senior Brother Huang, I've become an Inner Sect disciple now, haven't I?"

At this moment, Ye Lin stretched his arms and asked Huang Xiong, who was standing below the arena.

Huang Xiong, being addressed, gave a violent start. At this moment, he felt as if Ye Lin were a devil; he was thoroughly terrified. His previous thoughts had only been guesses, but now, they were confirmed.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Ye Lin. I will 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 his head to look at Lin Ziyou, and a transparent panel appeared before his eyes.

Name: Lin Ziyou

Cultivation: Qi Refining, Ninth Layer

Fate Grade: Green

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

Destiny: Cultivates for a lifetime, enters the Golden Core realm to become a Supreme Elder of the Azure Cloud Sect, but ultimately fails to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, dying of old age.

Recent Opportunity: After being defeated by Ye Lin, his Dao heart shatters. One month later, he intends to end it all deep within the Hundred Thousand Mountains, but discovers a Profound-grade high-tier spirit fruit, the Nirvana Fruit, inside the Dark Abyss. After consuming it, he is like a phoenix reborn; his right arm is restored, and his combat power increases significantly.

[Good Luck]: Your luck is better than the average person's. You always manage to pick something up while walking down the road, and good fortune often allows you to turn danger into safety when facing a crisis.

[Heaven's Pride]: Your life is smooth sailing. You believe you are inferior to no one, and you carry the spirit of the invincible.