Jiang Lin Shares His Good Fortune with His Senior Brothers

Chu Ling'er had sneaked several glances at Qin Chuan, and her mother, Chu Lanqiu, had naturally noticed. She knew her own daughter, and someone with Qin Chuan's talent for formations was sure to win Chu Ling'er over.

Chu Lanqiu had never worried that Qin Chuan might not take a liking to her daughter. Her daughter was as clever as ice and snow, talented in both formations and cultivation, and possessed a beauty fit to grace a nation. Her looks ranked among the finest in the Pure Void Sect.

She also had a seventh-grade formation master for a mother and an eighth-grade formation master for a grandfather. All of Formation Peak would be part of Chu Ling'er's dowry. With a dowry like that, she could marry anyone.

Shen Qingyuan, who was confronting the Heavenly Dao, still had no idea that someone was trying to dig under his wall and steal her Qin Chuan.

"Mother, who do you think will win, Qin Chuan or Jiang Lin? It won't be that disgusting Jiang Lin, will it?..." Only after she spoke did Chu Ling'er remember that Jiang Lin's master, Yun Yao, was present too, and hurriedly fell silent.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you want to know who will win, just be good and keep watching." Chu Lanqiu tapped Chu Ling'er's forehead, both as a punishment and to give Yun Yao an explanation.

The Grand Elder couldn't help laughing aloud again, secretly delighted. Yun Yao calculated a thousand times, ten thousand times, but never imagined his disciple would turn out this badly, did he? Qin Chuan really is my lucky star. Hmm... I'll tell Wang Sang to keep cultivating his friendship with Qin Chuan.

Wang Sang was standing behind the Grand Elder, stealing glances at Chu Lanqiu and occasionally turning the most handsome side of his face toward her.

But he might as well have been making eyes at a blind person. Chu Lanqiu's gaze remained fixed on Qin Chuan as he fought on the arena, and she didn't spare Wang Sang a single glance.

The contest between Qin Chuan and Jiang Lin had reached a white-hot pitch, and victory would soon be decided.

"Martial Uncle Qin, I'm about to activate my formation at full power. There's still time for you to admit defeat." Jiang Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Despite his words, he gave Qin Chuan no time to surrender.

"Martial Nephew Bai, bring it on, then." Qin Chuan had finished his experiment and had no interest in playing with Jiang Lin any longer. Besides, the dog Jin Pang had borrowed was already in place.

Hearing the words "Martial Nephew Bai" sent anger surging through Jiang Lin again, but he remembered how Qin Chuan had tricked him when he lost his temper just now and forced it down. He snorted coldly at Qin Chuan. "Martial Uncle Qin, that mouth of yours really is impressive. I just wonder whether your formations are as impressive as your mouth."

Five bolts of lightning struck at Qin Chuan. The lightning covered the entire arena, leaving him nowhere to dodge.

"Martial Uncle Qin, let me see the power of your fourth-grade formation. Hahaha! If your formation can't withstand it, you can use your cultivation to block it instead."

"But a fifth-grade formation can strike a Nascent Soul cultivator and injure them. I wonder whether your cultivation can withstand this pseudo-fifth-grade formation of mine." The sneaky little bastard Jiang Lin smiled as though victory was already in his grasp.

During the formation contest, neither Qin Chuan nor Jiang Lin could use spiritual power. If either used the spiritual power of his own cultivation, he would be declared the loser.

"Martial Nephew Bai, today your martial uncle will teach you something: beyond every person is someone better, and beyond the heavens are higher heavens."

Qin Chuan activated the Five Elements Life-Extinguishing Formation. The lightning in Jiang Lin's formation was instantly shattered, and five streams of five-colored spiritual energy struck Jiang Lin at once.

Rumble.

Jiang Lin had no time to react. Fortunately, the protective inner armor he wore blocked part of the attack, but he was still gravely injured, with only a breath of life left in him, and was sent flying like a rag.

Jin Pang reacted extremely quickly. Wearing a grief-stricken expression as though his father had died, he rushed forward, wailing loudly as he went, "Junior Brother Bai! Junior Brother Bai! My poor Junior Brother Bai!"

Charging forward with him was the vicious dog that struck terror into the male cultivators of the Pure Void Sect at the mere mention of it. Man and dog raced toward Jiang Lin.

"Mother, what's going on!? Why did Jiang Lin suddenly lose? Isn't the Five Elements Mutual Generation Formation a defensive formation?" Chu Ling'er widened her eyes in disbelief.

"That wasn't the Five Elements Mutual Generation Formation. It was the Five Elements Life-Extinguishing Formation." Chu Lanqiu gently stroked Chu Ling'er's hair.

"The fifth-grade Five Elements Life-Extinguishing Formation? Is Qin Chuan really that impressive...?" Chu Ling'er was even more astonished.

It was a genuine fifth-grade formation, unlike Jiang Lin's pseudo-fifth-grade formation. She finally acknowledged in her heart that her grandfather had been right: Qin Chuan was a formation genius. At the same time, she grew curious about Qin Chuan and wanted to learn more about him.

"Ah!!!"

Before Chu Lanqiu could answer, a piercing wail of agony rang out. Everyone could tell from the sound that whoever had made it had to be in unimaginable pain.

Everyone was still shocked by Qin Chuan turning the tables on Jiang Lin, while Yun Yao was annoyed by Jiang Lin's defeat and had lowered his head, pondering how to bring Jiang Lin and Chu Ling'er together.

Thus, the whole place was silent as a flock of sparrows. Everyone remained motionless, and only Jin Pang and the vicious dog charged toward the unconscious Jiang Lin. No one had stopped him yet.

Perhaps the vicious dog had learned from its first two encounters and automatically sought out its target on the third. As soon as it reached Jiang Lin, it bit him.

Jiang Lin was a Golden Core cultivator, and even gravely injured, his body was too tough for the vicious dog to bite through. Jin Pang secretly lent the dog a hand, allowing it to wound Jiang Lin.

The instant the dog bit Jiang Lin, the pain briefly woke him, producing that piercing wail.

"Junior Brother Bai, I'm sorry. I didn't keep this vicious dog under control. I'll take it away right now, and then have it give your... your... back to you." Jin Pang picked up the vicious dog and left.

Jiang Lin fainted again from anger. He had shared his good fortune with his two senior brothers, becoming the third widely known damned eunuch in the Pure Void Sect.

He had it even worse than his two senior brothers. Because Qin Chuan had called him Martial Nephew Bai, and Jin Pang had just called him Junior Brother Bai, he lost his original name, Jiang Lin, from that day on and took the surname Bai-the bai in "bare butt."

Jin Pang slipped away extremely quickly, even using an earth escape talisman. By the time Yun Yao came to his senses, Jin Pang had already returned to Pill Peak.

Silence. Another long silence.

At last, Elder Meng, who was presiding over the formation contest, announced Qin Chuan's victory, and the crowd began whispering. Countless male cultivators glanced over Jiang Lin's body, while the female cultivators had mixed feelings, finding Jiang Lin disgusting yet pitying him at the same time.

"Sect Master Yun, go and check on your esteemed disciple. The cultivation technique I gave you a few days ago can be put to use again." The Grand Elder raised his teacup and took a small sip, his gaze drifting almost imperceptibly toward Yun Yao's lower body, full of mockery.

Bang!!!

Yun Yao sprang to his feet and smashed the table beside him to vent his anger. His murderous gaze fell on the Grand Elder, who smiled back at him.

The situation immediately grew as tense as drawn swords and cocked bows. All the elders on the raised platform felt the pressure. Even Chu Ling'er, who feared neither heaven nor earth, pressed close to her mother and didn't dare make a sound.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

At last, Yun Yao withdrew his gaze, reached out and grabbed Jiang Lin like a dead dog, then left in a sorry state.

After disappearing from everyone's sight, he regained his senses and remembered that he was the sect master of the Pure Void Sect. He sent his voice over a thousand miles: "Elder Chu, please preside over the remaining matters."