Look at Ye Lin, Then Look at Yourself. What a Disgrace!

Zhu Zhuqing froze.

When the blow sent her flying, she had gritted her teeth and braced for a hard landing. She hadn't expected anyone to catch her.

She looked up at Ye Lin's face.

His expression was taut, his eyes fixed on Zhao Wuji ahead. He did not look down at her.

Ye Lin glanced quickly at her arms, which hung limp at her sides. "Your shoulders are dislocated. Don't move yet."

He applied gentle pressure with his hands and set both her arms back in place.

In the six years Ye Lin had studied under Yu Xiaogang, he had learned plenty. You could call the master weak, but you couldn't say he lacked knowledge.

It took only a few breaths.

Zhu Zhuqing paused, then tried moving her shoulders. Her joints ached, but they could turn normally again.

"...Thank you."

Her voice was quiet. The words seemed unfamiliar on her tongue.

Ye Lin turned to Ning Rongrong.

"Keep an eye on her. Her arms were just set, so she shouldn't move them too much."

Ning Rongrong nodded and stepped forward to support Zhu Zhuqing.

Ye Lin placed a White Handkerchief in Zhu Zhuqing's hand.

"Wipe the blood from your mouth."

Then he turned and rushed back into the courtyard, taking his place beside Xiao Wu again.

Dai Mubai had watched the whole thing.

Then he looked at Tang San beside him, with his bruised face, torn trousers, and head full of filthy thoughts.

The corner of Dai Mubai's mouth twitched.

How could Tang San and Ye Lin be so different?

One saw my fiancée falling and rushed to catch her. He didn't linger or grope her. He handed her over to another girl and barely gave her a second glance.

And the other? All he could think about was a busty girl with a baby face, and he even talked about two beauties kissing him at once. He called himself a reincarnator? Was he worthy?

Look at Ye Lin, then look at yourself.

Ye Lin saves people without a second thought. You look at someone and go straight for her chest. Disgusting.

The more Dai Mubai thought about it, the more certain he became.

Ye Lin's worth befriending. I'll buy him a drink when I get the chance.

His gaze left Ye Lin and settled on Tang San's battered face.

"All right, you passed this round. Go find another pair of trousers in your luggage and put them on."

Tang San clenched his teeth again.

He stared at Dai Mubai's retreating back.

Just you wait.

After letting go of Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Lin charged straight at Zhao Wuji in the middle of the courtyard.

He pushed off hard, grinding two shallow pits into the packed earth as he shot forward with a rush of air.

As he ran, his second Spirit Ring lit up.

"Second Spirit Skill: Soul-Transformed Strength!"

This time, he converted half his Soul Power into pure physical strength in one burst.

Before he reached Zhao Wuji, Xiao Wu moved at his rear flank.

Her second Spirit Ring suddenly lit up. A faint pink glow appeared in her round eyes as she looked straight into Zhao Wuji's.

Ye Lin caught the change in her eyes from the corner of his vision.

Every hair on his body stood on end.

"Xiao Wu! Don't use your Second Spirit Skill!"

"The gap in your Spiritual Power is too great! Charm won't work—it'll only backfire!"

"If you force your Spiritual Power like that, you'll hurt your brain!"

As Yu Xiaogang's disciple, Ye Lin understood that much easily enough.

Xiao Wu heard him, and her already-pink eyes trembled.

Gritting her teeth, she pulled back the glow. The pink faded quickly from her eyes, leaving them normal again.

She shook her head.

Then she pivoted and switched to a sweeping kick aimed at Zhao Wuji's knee.

The moment Zhao Wuji saw Xiao Wu's eyes turn red, he knew it was a mental skill.

He had already prepared to shrug off Xiao Wu's Charm.

He had even decided to jolt her lightly with his Spiritual Power when she struck, just enough to teach the girl a lesson.

But Ye Lin's shout caught him off guard too. He glanced toward Ye Lin.

"Well."

"You know more than I expected, kid."

Ye Lin had reached him. He drove out his right fist, backed by the strength converted from half his Soul Power.

When Zhao Wuji saw the punch coming, a trace of seriousness finally entered his eyes.

He did not stand still and take it head-on as he had before.

He turned his right palm outward.

His second Spirit Ring flashed to life.

Second Spirit Skill: Great Strength Vajra Palm.

His palm swept forward with a heavy rush of air, bearing down on Ye Lin's fist like a wall of earth.

The instant fist met palm, the air seemed to compress with a low thud.

Soul Power surged across Zhao Wuji's palm, swallowing the force of Ye Lin's punch.

Agony shot through Ye Lin's arm. It felt as if he had punched a mountain of iron.

His second Spirit Ring flashed again.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed Soul-Transformed Strength from fifty percent to sixty, then seventy. The power behind his fist surged.

The recoil made Zhao Wuji's wrist hitch. Contrary to his expectations, Ye Lin did not go flying.

At that very instant, Xiao Wu's kick landed.

Her foot struck the side of Zhao Wuji's knee. The kick was not especially powerful,

but its angle was vicious.

Zhao Wuji's knee buckled. His weight shifted an inch, and the force in his palm weakened slightly.

Ye Lin seized that fleeting opening and drove his right fist forward.

The force pushed Zhao Wuji half a step back.

His foot scraped a shallow mark across the packed earth.

After steadying himself, he looked down at the mark beneath his foot, then back up at Ye Lin, who was breathing hard before him. For a moment, he said nothing.

"You little..."

"That wasn't even your full strength just now?"

Zhao Wuji studied Ye Lin's eyes, still bright despite everything.

Instead of attacking at once, he folded his arms and grinned.

"There's still nearly half an incense stick left. How do you plan to last?"

Ye Lin drew a deep breath. One corner of his mouth pulled upward. "By fighting you head-on."

He turned and called to Ning Rongrong. "Ning Rongrong, use your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda to boost only me."

Ning Rongrong blinked. "Only you? What about the others..."

"I know how the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda works,"

Ye Lin cut in.

"If you boost only one person, the boost increases by another thirty percent."

Ning Rongrong paused, then nodded.

Light swirled once more around the pagoda in her palm. The beam that had also been shining on Xiao Wu withdrew.

As the warmth faded from Xiao Wu, all the light converged on Ye Lin.

A richer glow than before spread over his limbs.

He wasted no time. He swept a hand over the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night belt, producing a dark-brown Healing Pill in his palm, then tossed it into his mouth and swallowed.

The next punch would injure him. His body was not strong enough to withstand that much power.

So

he took the Healing Pill in advance.