Tongtian: What Is This Disciple Called?

After breaking through to the Heavenly Immortal realm.

Lin Yuan had originally thought he could push himself a little further.

It was not until he truly stepped onto the next round of the arena that he understood something.

The realms of the Primordial World.

They still had to be respected when it was time to respect them.

The senior brother opposite him, an Early True Immortal, showed no hint of underestimating him.

He immediately suppressed Lin Yuan with spells.

Lin Yuan had only just broken through to the Heavenly Immortal realm, and his mana had yet to fully stabilize.

His Innate Spiritual Perception allowed him to sense danger in advance.

His Blackstone Dao Body allowed him to withstand most of the shockwaves.

The Thick Earth Sword was also well suited to his hand.

The problem was—

He was tired.

A True Immortal's mana reserves vastly surpassed those of a Heavenly Immortal.

The same spell.

The other man could bombard him with it dozens of times in a row.

When Lin Yuan blocked the twelfth attack, he could still seize the chance to strike back with his sword.

By the twentieth attack.

His mouth had already gone a little numb.

When more than thirty spells came crashing down.

Lin Yuan swung his sword and could not help complaining.

"Senior Brother."

"Is your mana free or something?"

The white-robed Daoist opposite him nearly burst out laughing.

"Junior Brother."

"A higher realm means more mana."

"Sometimes, that means you can do whatever you want."

"..."

Damn it.

He could not even refute that.

Lin Yuan held on for several dozen more exchanges.

In the end, before his protective mana was completely depleted, he voluntarily retreated to the edge of the arena.

"I concede."

The white-robed Daoist immediately stopped.

The spiritual radiance of the spells filling the sky dissipated.

"Thank you for letting me win."

Lin Yuan rolled his eyes.

"Senior Brother, that sounded incredibly insincere."

"Ha ha ha!"

Laughter immediately erupted all around them.

He had lost.

But no one thought Lin Yuan had embarrassed himself.

A disciple who had only just broken through to the Early Heavenly Immortal realm.

After winning three consecutive battles against stronger opponents, he had then endured head-on against a True Immortal for so long.

That was already outrageous enough.

The minor competition continued.

Lin Yuan ultimately secured a place in the top three.

The other two disciples in the top three were both True Immortals.

With a Heavenly Immortal like him mixed in among them.

He looked utterly out of place no matter how one looked at it.

"Junior Brother Lin."

Zhou Yuan, whom Lin Yuan had previously knocked off the arena with a single punch, had mostly recovered and took the initiative to approach him.

"I thought about it for a long time just now."

"Thought about what?"

"When I fight you in the future, I need to learn from that True Immortal senior brother too."

Zhou Yuan spoke solemnly.

"I will absolutely never clash with you physically."

Lin Yuan reminded him seriously.

"Senior Brother Zhou."

"You should break through to the True Immortal realm first."

The smile instantly vanished from Zhou Yuan's face.

"Have you always been this annoying when you talk?"

Several disciples nearby laughed so hard they bent over.

The young disciples, who had seldom interacted before due to differing realms and cultivation grounds, instead became familiar with one another after several rounds of sparring.

The Intercepting Sect had always had many disciples.

And its atmosphere was not as rigidly hierarchical as that of the Elucidation Sect.

Whenever someone performed well.

Most people's first reaction was not to reject them.

Instead, they came over to get acquainted.

Lin Yuan liked this feeling quite a bit.

At least these people did not hold back their mouths when they fought.

But once the fight was over, they still drank together as they should.

No wonder that even knowing Investiture of the Gods was dangerous, so many members of the Intercepting Sect had still been willing to descend the mountain one after another for their fellow disciples.

Some bonds.

Really were forged through countless years spent together.

"Silence."

Duobao's voice came from the high platform.

The plaza swiftly fell silent.

This minor competition had ended.

The top ten disciples stepped forward one by one to receive their Shangqing Primordial Spirit Pills.

When it was Lin Yuan's turn.

Duobao glanced at him and suddenly tossed him an additional bottle.

Lin Yuan caught it in a fluster.

"Senior Brother, there is an extra one."

"I know."

Duobao said with a genial smile.

"You expended quite a bit during your breakthrough. Consider the extra bottle a personal gift from me."

"Thank you, Eldest Senior Brother."

Lin Yuan put it away without any false politeness.

Duobao found him more and more pleasing to the eye.

Many Intercepting Sect disciples were like this.

If someone gave them something, they accepted it.

Watching people push it back and forth while exchanging empty pleasantries was exhausting.

Once all ten had received their rewards.

Lin Yuan had thought things were more or less over.

Yet a calm voice suddenly came from the deepest part of the high platform.

"Lin Yuan."

The voice was not loud.

Yet it landed with perfect clarity in the ears of everyone across the entire plaza.

The disciples who had been chatting and laughing fell silent in an instant.

Lin Yuan immediately raised his head as well.

At the center of the high platform.

At some point, a young Daoist in a black Daoist robe had appeared.

He did not seem to possess any earth-shaking majesty.

He did not even emit the slightest trace of mana.

Yet as he sat there.

It was as though the heavens and earth of all Golden Turtle Island naturally revolved around him.

Saint Tongtian.

Lin Yuan's heart tightened.

He immediately stepped forward.

"Disciple Lin Yuan pays respects to Patriarch."

Tongtian looked at him.

"Why did you not concede when you faced Chen Xuanfeng in the match earlier?"

Lin Yuan thought for a moment.

"This disciple felt that he could still fight."

"What if you had felt that you would die at the time?"

"Then this disciple would definitely have run faster than anyone else."

The surroundings went quiet for a moment.

The expressions of quite a few disciples became strange.

Before a Saint.

He really dared to say anything.

Tongtian, however, laughed.

"When you saved Shiji's attendant, you did not run."

"At that time, the arrow had already arrived."

Lin Yuan answered honestly.

"There was no time to think."

"And if this disciple had not blocked it, Biyun would have died."

The amusement in Tongtian's eyes became more pronounced.

"You know when to retreat."

"And you know when you cannot retreat."

"Not bad."

Those two words, not bad.

Immediately changed the way many Intercepting Sect disciples looked at Lin Yuan.

To receive Tongtian's personal evaluation.

Carried an entirely different meaning.

Lin Yuan himself understood that clearly as well.

Tongtian raised a hand.

A streak of azure light flew from his sleeve.

It descended before Lin Yuan.

It was a three-foot azure blade.

Azure light flowed across its blade.

Merely hanging in the air, it naturally emanated a sharp sword intent.

"This sword is called Qingxuan."

"A high-grade postnatal spiritual treasure."

"Your current Thick Earth Sword is compatible with your constitution and suited for direct spell combat."

"The Qingxuan Sword is sharper."

"It will make up for your lack of killing power."

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up.

"Thank you, Patriarch, for bestowing this treasure!"

A Thick Earth Sword.

One Qingxuan.

One heavy.

One sharp.

They truly suited him as he was now.

But that was not all.

Tongtian raised his hand again.

A mote of clear light shot directly into Lin Yuan's glabella.

A vast amount of profound text surfaced in his mind.

Supreme Clarity Immortal Scripture.

Though it was not one of Tongtian's core inheritances, it was still incomparably more profound than the basic cultivation method Lin Yuan had practiced before.

Lin Yuan had only one feeling.

The Intercepting Sect's benefits were truly incredible.

No wonder everyone in the original novel kept saying the Intercepting Sect had so many people.

Their teacher was generous with his gifts.

After bestowing those items, Tongtian said nothing more.

"Cultivate diligently."

"Do not squander your own opportunities."

"This disciple will remember."

Lin Yuan bowed solemnly.

Tongtian's figure gradually faded away.

He had clearly only come to take a look at the sect's minor competition and had not intended to stay long.

Only after the Saint's aura had completely vanished did the square become lively again.

"Junior Brother Lin!"

"Congratulations!"

"Junior Brother has caught Teacher's eye."

"Senior Brother, why didn't we receive this treatment when we placed in the top three before?"

Duobao's face darkened.

"You could barely beat opponents of the same realm back then, and you still have the nerve to ask?"

Laughter immediately erupted all around them.

Jin Ling also walked over to Lin Yuan at that moment.

"From today onward, you will no longer be listed among the ordinary registered disciples."

"You will enter the roster of elite disciples under my branch."

Lin Yuan bowed again.

"Thank you, Master."

"Don't be happy too soon."

Jin Ling looked at him.

"Becoming an elite disciple means receiving more resources, but it also means shouldering more responsibilities."

"Before long, your Senior Brother Wen Zhong will be returning to Great Shang."

"This minor competition was held precisely to select people to accompany him down the mountain."

Lin Yuan's heart stirred.

It was finally here.

Jin Ling continued:

"Among the top ten disciples, I intend to select three."

"You are one of them."

"Are you willing to go?"

Lin Yuan did not hesitate in the slightest.

"I am willing."

Jin Ling glanced at him.

"You agreed so quickly?"

"This disciple has long heard of Senior Brother Wen Zhong's great reputation."

"I wish to follow him and broaden my horizons."

There was nothing wrong with how that sounded.

But in his heart...

Lin Yuan had already begun arranging the names that came next.

Wen Zhong returning to Great Shang.

The war in West Qi escalating.

Next, they would most likely go and invite the Four Sages of Nine-Dragon Island.

Wang Mo.

Yang Sen.

Gao Yougan.

Li Xingba.

Four senior brothers.

Four rewards.

Such horizons—

Were indeed worth seeing.

At the same time.

Blue Star, Jiangcheng No. 1 High School.

Startled cries rang out in the monitoring hall once more.

"Lin Yuan rose again!"

"Eighteenth!"

"He's charged into eighteenth place among the entire school's students of the same cohort!"

Chen Qingshan abruptly turned around.

On the stone stele.

The name representing Lin Yuan had indeed leaped a great deal farther up the rankings.

More importantly.

The faction marker beside his name was still blood-red.

[Intercepting Sect]

Chen Qingshan stared at it for a long while.

At last, he let out a breath.

"It is only an early fortuitous encounter."

"The Intercepting Sect becomes truly dangerous in the latter half of Investiture of the Gods."

A teacher beside him glanced at him.

"You said the same thing last time."

Chen Qingshan: "..."

Primordial World.

The center of Golden Turtle Island.

A streak of lightning flew over from the distant horizon.

Wen Zhong, dressed in the robes of the Grand Preceptor of Great Shang and bearing a divine eye upon his forehead, landed outside the square.

He first bowed to Jin Ling.

"This disciple greets Master."

Jin Ling nodded.

She then raised a hand and pointed at Lin Yuan and the other two young disciples.

"The people you wanted."

"I have already selected them for you."

Wen Zhong followed the direction of her finger.

His gaze first fell upon Lin Yuan.

"Early Heavenly Immortal?"

He frowned slightly.

"Isn't his cultivation a little too low?"