Your Judgment Is Truly Terrible

The dozen or so people standing there looked at one another, their faces livid and utterly ugly.

Yet not a single one spoke, much less took the initiative to attack.

Like Feng Xiaoman and Zhang Dali, they only wanted to use this opportunity to earn some favor in front of Luo Qingyi.

Not everyone had reached the Qi Gathering Realm; in fact, most were still in the Body Tempering Realm. That was precisely why they wanted to gamble on an opportunity this way.

But even someone at the Qi Gathering Second Level had been utterly crushed. How could they possibly still be a match for him?

They had kicked an iron plate.

Lin Changkong spoke again. "No objections? If no one objects, then lower your heads and sit down. Anyone who stays standing without lowering their head, I'll take that as an objection.

"If you object, I'll beat you!"

The dozen or so people were caught riding a tiger—getting down was impossible, but staying on was impossible too.

Sitting down would be too humiliating, but if they did not sit, Lin Changkong would give them a savage beating. No one could take that either.

Their cultivation was already low to begin with. If they got beaten up too, who knew how long they would need to recover? And if they were crippled, the risk would be even greater.

Judging by Lin Changkong's attitude, no one dared to gamble on it.

After a brief silence, a disciple at the Body Refining Ninth Level lowered his head and sat back down.

With someone taking the lead, the others immediately followed. Before long, all dozen or so of them had sat down again with their heads lowered. The square was so quiet that their heavy breathing could be heard.

Luo Qingyi's face turned livid with rage. She had originally wanted to isolate Lin Changkong, but she had not expected him to be so violent that he alone could suppress more than a dozen people until they could not lift their heads!

How was this isolation? It was clearly helping Lin Changkong establish the image of the king among the new disciples!

Lin Changkong looked at Luo Qingyi and smiled. "You keep calling me trash from the Servant Courtyard, saying my talent is inferior. But now, all those people you called gifted have been beaten by me until they look like dogs.

"Tell me, if I'm trash with inferior talent, then what are they?"

Luo Qingyi was struck speechless. The way she looked at Lin Changkong made it seem as though she wanted to devour him alive.

Lin Changkong was entirely fearless and said blandly, "So your judgment is truly terrible!"

Luo Qingyi's palm trembled slightly. She wished she could slap Lin Changkong to death right then and there.

But when she thought of Ye Wuchen, she could only swallow this anger.

Even if she really did slap Lin Changkong to death, Heavenly Fire Sect probably would not go all out against an elder like her over a single disciple.

But Ye Wuchen absolutely would dare!

That guy was a madman who never played by the rules, and he was also her sworn enemy. If she provoked him badly enough, there was nothing he would not do.

"Fine, fine, fine! Lin Changkong, you sure have a sharp tongue!"

"But you used underhanded means to defeat Feng Xiaoman and Zhang Dali, so it proves nothing. Tomorrow is the New Disciple Martial Competition. When the time comes and you show your true colors, you'll know just how miserable your fate will be."

Luo Qingyi suppressed her fury and once again pinned the label of "using underhanded means" on him.

Lin Changkong said, "When I win, they're gifted. When I lose, I used underhanded means. Have you no shame at all?"

Luo Qingyi snorted coldly. "Hmph! If you didn't use underhanded means, how could you possibly defeat Zhang Dali, who is at the Qi Gathering Second Level?

"You didn't even have any spiritual energy fluctuations just now. That means you haven't even reached the Qi Gathering Realm. If you hadn't used despicable tricks, what gave you the right to defeat two Qi Gathering Realm cultivators?"

Lin Changkong laughed. "I'm a Body Cultivator. Got a problem with that?"

He clenched his fist and smashed it straight into the ground.

With a thunderous boom, the stone slabs instantly split with cracks, and a pit was blasted into the ground.

Such strength was absolutely comparable to the Qi Gathering Second Level, perhaps even greater than Zhang Dali's Qi Gathering Second Level, which had been forcibly piled up with resources and lacked a stable foundation.

Luo Qingyi's expression shifted in surprise. She was greatly astonished.

Lin Changkong was actually a body cultivator, and he had cultivated his physical body to a level comparable to the Qi Gathering Realm.

No wonder he was so confident. So he truly had something to rely on.

"So you secretly cultivated your body. No wonder you dared to be so arrogant. But body cultivation is ultimately only a side path; your limit ends here.

"Yet for Feng Xiaoman and Zhang Dali, this is merely their starting point. When all is said and done, you're still no good.

"Don't be unconvinced. Once tomorrow's New Disciple Martial Competition is over, you'll understand that your little bit of body cultivation is utterly insignificant. You should pray that tomorrow, you can still walk off the arena on your own two feet."

Luo Qingyi gave a derisive laugh, her contempt deepening.

Lin Changkong being able to cultivate his body to this extent had indeed surprised her.

But for most people, body cultivation really was a side path. It was not because Body Cultivators were weak, but because cultivating the body was simply too difficult.

Given the same amount of time, spiritual cultivators gained far more than Body Cultivators, and Heavenly Fire Sect did not have any high-level body cultivation techniques at all.

In her eyes, Lin Changkong reaching this level in body cultivation was already his ceiling.

But spiritual cultivation was different. Among the Outer Sect Disciples, there were even those who had reached the Qi Gathering Seventh or Eighth Level. Their prospects were far greater than those of a Body Cultivator.

Lin Changkong could be arrogant for now, but it would not be long before he was left far behind.

What was more, among this batch of new disciples, there were also disciples at the Qi Gathering Third Level. They simply had not stepped forward.

Based on what Lin Changkong had done today, he would most likely be besieged during the New Disciple Martial Competition. Even if no one did so, she would create an opportunity for Lin Changkong to be surrounded and attacked.

At that time, what gave Lin Changkong the confidence to leave the arena standing?

Thinking this way, Luo Qingyi felt much more at ease.

"Hmph! Kid, just wait to be targeted at tomorrow's New Disciple Martial Competition!"

Luo Qingyi snorted coldly in her heart, flicked her sleeve, and left.

Lin Changkong did not care in the slightest. So what if he was besieged? Tomorrow, a hundred years of cultivation would arrive—was he supposed to fear being surrounded by them?

The new disciple meet-and-greet ended amid the silence of the crowd and Lin Changkong's flamboyance.

Without a doubt, Lin Changkong had become famous in a single battle.

He had faced two Qi Gathering Realm cultivators alone and instantly defeated them both, making him the center of attention.

Of course, he had also offended quite a few people.

But no matter what, the name Lin Changkong had undoubtedly become a resounding one among the new Outer Sect disciples.

"Looking at things, tomorrow's New Disciple Martial Competition definitely won't be peaceful. I need to get some stronger skills and make the most of tomorrow's hundred years of cultivation."

After considering it, Lin Changkong headed straight for the Martial Arts Hall once the new disciple meet-and-greet ended.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall, Ye Wuchen asked, "Why are you here again? Don't you already have a cultivation technique?"

Lin Changkong said, "I want to choose another martial art to cultivate."

Ye Wuchen said, "I see. Fine, then go to the first floor. They're all Second-tier martial arts there, and you don't need Contribution Points to choose one."

"Can I go to the second floor?"

Lin Changkong knew that the martial arts on the second floor had to be of a higher grade, though they required a certain number of Contribution Points to learn. Still, he wanted to try.

Ye Wuchen frowned. "Martial arts are different from cultivation techniques. Cultivation techniques are necessary to advance into the Qi Gathering Realm, so the sect provides them for free.

"But high-level martial arts require Contribution Points. Do you have any Contribution Points?"

"No!"

He answered with complete confidence.

"If you don't, then why the hell are you talking?"

"Aren't we close? Elder Ye, with the relationship we have, letting me go up to the second floor shouldn't be difficult."

Ye Wuchen looked at the grinning Lin Changkong and said solemnly, "You want me to give you special treatment? Fuck!"

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Lin Changkong said, "I think you are."

Ye Wuchen frowned deeply and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Damn it, you really know how to judge people!"