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Lin Xuan had not expected this matter to alarm an elder in the end, and this elder even seemed to favor him.

"Disciple Lin Xuan pays respects to Elder Fang," Lin Xuan said respectfully.

"Mm. You two go back first. Lin Xuan, come with me." Elder Fang sent Tang Yu and Chen Dazheng away, then led Lin Xuan into the small house.

Whoosh!

With a wave of his hand, Elder Fang set up a soundproof restriction in the room, then looked toward Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan felt a chill creep over him, but he maintained a calm expression on the surface.

A trace of approval flashed through Elder Fang's eyes. "Did you repair that human-grade sword?"

Hearing this and recalling how Elder Fang had hurried over with Chen Dazheng, Lin Xuan understood. So this matter had caught the elder's attention.

"Yes, I repaired that human-grade treasure," Lin Xuan said.

"Are you from Sword Pool Prefecture?" Elder Fang suddenly demanded sharply.

Lin Xuan was startled, and his pupils contracted sharply.

How did he know my identity? Could the people from Sword Pool Prefecture still be trying to harm me? Lin Xuan could not make sense of it. His breathing grew hurried, and cold sweat ran down his back.

Elder Fang's gaze was like a blade as he fixed his eyes on Lin Xuan. "Why aren't you speaking?"

"Reporting to Elder Fang, this disciple is indeed from Sword Pool Prefecture," Lin Xuan said.

"Then why did you come to the Profound Heaven Sect in Cloud Province? This place is very far from Sword Pool Prefecture!" Elder Fang's voice remained icy.

"This disciple is from a collateral branch of the Lin Lineage in Sword Pool Prefecture. Half a year ago, I came to Cloud Province with my father. Later, my father passed away, and only then did I join the Profound Heaven Sect," Lin Xuan lied.

After Lin Xuan finished speaking, Elder Fang said nothing. He merely stared at him coldly. Moreover, Lin Xuan could sense an enormous pressure emanating from him.

Fortunately, the mysterious little sword within Lin Xuan trembled lightly, and that pressure vanished without a trace.

After a long while, seeing that Lin Xuan showed no abnormalities under the perception of his spiritual pressure, Elder Fang nodded in satisfaction.

"I have some ties with Sword Pool Prefecture. That is why, after seeing you use Sword Pool Prefecture's sword-nurturing methods, I wanted to get to the bottom of it. Since you are a disciple of Sword Pool Prefecture, you and I can be said to share some connection. Cultivate well within the sect from now on. Those Law Enforcement Team members will not trouble you again."

"Thank you, Elder Fang." Lin Xuan let out a sigh of relief.

For the remaining time, Elder Fang asked several questions about nurturing artifacts, and Lin Xuan answered them fluently. Thus, Elder Fang decided that all future matters concerning weapons would be handled by Lin Xuan. His contribution points would be paid as usual, leaving Lin Xuan delighted for quite some time.

Being able to work for an elder of the sect naturally brought no small benefits, and it could also draw them closer together. It was killing several birds with one stone.

After seeing Elder Fang off, Lin Xuan went to thank Chen Dazheng before returning once more to his dwelling.

Inside the small house, Tang Yu sat with her chin propped on her hand, idly swinging her delicate little feet. The moment she saw Lin Xuan return, she immediately perked up.

"Why are you back again?" Lin Xuan asked.

"You heartless little brat. Your big sister just saved you, and this is how you treat me?" Tang Yu said angrily.

"All right, big sister, I was wrong. What brings you here, Your Excellency?"

"You're the big sister! Your whole family is big sisters! Am I that old?" Tang Yu protested.

Lin Xuan: "..."

Seeing Lin Xuan at a loss for words, Tang Yu's eyes curved as she laughed.

"Mm! I came to talk to you about something serious." Tang Yu stopped laughing. "I think the Divine Might Corps definitely will not let this rest. All these years, aside from fighting with our Battle Group, they have never suffered a loss."

"They are simply too overbearing," Lin Xuan said. "When I get the chance, I'll definitely wipe out the Divine Might Corps!"

"You?" Tang Yu curled her lips. "Stop talking nonsense. You were lucky this time. If you had alarmed an inner sect disciple, you would have cried your eyes out! Why not join our Battle Group? Then they would not dare make a move against you."

Lin Xuan shook his head. "Forget it. If I joined the Battle Group at a time like this, I would undoubtedly make enemies for the Battle Group. I'm afraid even the people within your Battle Group would not accept me."

Seeing Tang Yu's unhappy expression, Lin Xuan said, "I appreciate your kindness. Trust me, it'll be fine."

"How about I practice swordsmanship with you?" Lin Xuan asked with a flattering look.

"Forget it. Your big sister is about to make a breakthrough recently, so I have no time to practice swordsmanship with you. Hmph!" Tang Yu rolled her eyes at him and quickly ran off.

"I've only just mastered the first level of Thunder Movement Swordsmanship. I need to find someone to test my skills on!" Lin Xuan sighed, then formed hand seals with both hands and entered cultivation...

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning, Lin Xuan wanted to go to the Mission Hall to take on a few missions. The spirit stones in his hands had long since been spent, and he had few contribution points left. He could truly be called penniless.

Pushing open the door, he glanced outside, and his expression immediately turned extremely strange.

A row of Divine Might Corps members sat outside his door. The moment they saw Lin Xuan emerge, they all rose to their feet.

"Looking for a fight? Have you already forgotten what happened yesterday?" Lin Xuan frowned slightly.

"Not a fight. A sparring match. Completely legitimate!" a Divine Might Corps member said in a mocking tone.

"Sorry, not interested." Lin Xuan had no intention of tangling with them. Doing missions to earn contribution points was the true path.

"Hmph, don't think about running. Our mission is to keep an eye on you, so you had better obediently accept the challenge. Otherwise, you can only stay in your room forever."

"You're all so free? Don't you need to cultivate?" Lin Xuan felt helpless.

"Hmph! We get thirty contribution points for watching you for one day. Don't you think that's much better than doing missions?" The Divine Might Corps disciples wore sneers on their faces. "Only trash disciples like you would worry about contribution points!"

As Lin Xuan looked at the group of Divine Might Corps disciples before him, a good idea suddenly came to mind.

"I can fight you, but what is the point of fighting dry and empty-handed? Why don't we wager something?" A faint smile curled at Lin Xuan's lips.

"You? You want to wager with us? Has your brain gone bad?" The Divine Might Corps disciples burst into laughter. "Don't think that because you took one move from Captain Hua, you're invincible beneath heaven. Let me tell you, you are still far behind us!"

"Oh, really? So, are you betting or not?" Lin Xuan asked leisurely.

"Brother, don't be rash. What is there to bet with this kid? Does he even have anything to wager?" one disciple advised.

"Oh my, so the Divine Might Corps members are only good with their mouths. You don't even dare accept a wager!" Lin Xuan deliberately said loudly.

"What did you say?" That disciple grew anxious. "Damn it, then let's bet! Who's afraid of who!"

The Divine Might Corps disciples had their own calculations as well. Their superiors had offered them a condition: whoever could seriously injure Lin Xuan in a challenge would be rewarded with three hundred contribution points.

The Divine Might Corps members gladly accepted this condition, and many had even fought to claim the opportunity. After all, injuring an opponent in a challenge carried no punishment, since challenges were voluntary for both sides.

These Divine Might Corps disciples looked at Lin Xuan as though he were three hundred contribution points, and Lin Xuan viewed them the same way.

In Lin Xuan's eyes, they could both help him temper his swordsmanship and earn him contribution points. They were no different from fat sheep.

Both sides harbored their own little schemes, and cold smiles rose unbidden on their lips.