I Specialize in Making Way for Trash

The next day.

Lin Changkong rose early, washed up simply, then took out the Hundred Spirits Grass. He stuffed it straight into his mouth, chewed for a while, and swallowed it.

It tasted somewhat bitter, with a faint fragrance too. It was not too hard to swallow.

"System, claim my cultivation."

[Ten years of cultivation are being issued. Issuance complete.]

[Year one: You consumed a Hundred Spirits Grass, gaining great benefits. Your cultivation speed increased by 50%, and you reached the Body Refining Sixth Level.]

[Year two: The Hundred Spirits Grass's effects were exhausted. You returned to your normal speed, making slow progress. The Vajra Body Refining Technique remained unable to break through.]

[Year three: It seemed like you had an epiphany...]

[Year four: You realized your epiphany was jack shit. You still had to cultivate steadily with both feet on the ground and practice your fist technique diligently. The Eight Extremes Collapse Fist and Vajra Body Refining Technique reached the Perfection Realm.]

[Year ten: You truly had an epiphany. You cultivated the Vajra Body Refining Technique and Eight Extremes Collapse Fist beyond Perfection, reaching the Transcendent Realm, and advanced to the Body Refining Eighth Level.]

A tremendous sense of power flooded into his body. Immediately, a string of crackling sounds came from within Lin Changkong as his muscles and bones strengthened along with it.

After only a few breaths, he had visibly grown taller, and his body had become sturdier as well.

As for the Eight Extremes Collapse Fist, he had reached the point of wielding it as he pleased. He did not even need to assume a stance. With just a casual punch, he could unleash the terrifying power of the Eight Extremes Collapse Fist.

The life of a cheater really was this plain and unadorned.

"The Eight Extremes Collapse Fist—no one in the entire Servant Courtyard had previously cultivated it to the Perfection Realm. I have already surpassed Perfection and reached the Transcendent Realm.

"Although the Eight Extremes Collapse Fist is only a First-tier martial art, my punch should rival an ordinary person using a Second-tier martial art.

"Combined with the Body Refining Eighth Level, Zhang Qingyun, you had better pray I do not run into you today."

Lin Changkong knew Su Qingqing's temperament. After he had beaten her up yesterday, she would certainly seek out Zhang Qingyun to avenge her.

The qualifier would be held today. He was now looking forward to meeting Zhang Qingyun in the arena.

After eating something simple, he headed toward the martial arena outside the courtyard.

The qualifier was to begin early in the morning, and opponents would be decided by drawing lots on the spot, so he had to arrive early as well.

"Lin Changkong, you really had the nerve to come! I'm telling you, you are absolutely finished today!"

The moment he arrived outside the martial arena, Su Qingqing's cold, furious voice drilled into his ears.

Lin Changkong looked at Su Qingqing, who stood in front of him with a frosty face, blocking his way inside. He walked straight toward her and said indifferently, "Move."

Feeling ignored, Su Qingqing's anger flared even hotter. She stood rooted in place, folded her arms, and said, "I never make way for trash!"

Lin Changkong stepped aside and said, "I'm the opposite. I specialize in making way for trash."

Su Qingqing's face immediately turned iron-blue, smoke practically pouring from her seven orifices with rage.

"Lin Changkong, don't think you are anything special just because you hid a little of your strength. Even if you did hide some, you are at most at the Body Refining Sixth Level.

"My Brother Qingyun was already at the Body Refining Seventh Level a month ago. What right do you have to compare yourself to him?

"I'll tell you the truth. My Brother Qingyun has already had someone tamper with things in secret. Today's qualifier will draw you against him. Just wait and see how you get beaten into a cripple."

Lin Changkong said, "Oh, really? Zhang Qingyun will face me?"

Su Qingqing raised her chin high. "That's right! What, now you know fear? But it's too late even if you're afraid. Today, just wait—"

Before she could finish, Lin Changkong suddenly laughed and clapped his hands.

"There's actually such a good thing in this world!"

Su Qingqing's head was full of question marks.

"Lin Changkong, are you insane? My Brother Qingyun will beat you into a cripple!"

Lin Changkong backhanded her across the face. Su Qingqing flew away with the blow and crashed to the ground, half her face already swollen high.

"Shut up, you worn-out shoe."

Lin Changkong gave a calm, breezy smile, walked straight over, lifted his leg, stepped over Su Qingqing's body, and entered the martial arena.

Su Qingqing lay on the ground, watching Lin Changkong step over her. Her face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

He had actually stepped over her! This was naked humiliation!

"Ah!!"

"Lin Changkong, you will die! I will definitely have my Brother Qingyun beat you to death!"

Su Qingqing was beside herself with rage, her voice cracking.

Lin Changkong entered the martial arena. He had just found a seat when he saw a cold gaze cast his way from not far off.

It was Zhang Qingyun.

Soon after, Su Qingqing entered as well. Wiping her tears, she walked over to Zhang Qingyun's side and sobbed as she said something, all while pointing at Lin Changkong with gritted teeth.

Zhang Qingyun's expression became even uglier. The way he looked at Lin Changkong, he wished he could kill him.

Naturally, Lin Changkong knew what Su Qingqing had said, but he did not care in the slightest. Right now, he was even more eager than Su Qingqing to meet Zhang Qingyun on the fighting platform.

A burly middle-aged man stepped onto the stage and stated simply, "The Outer Sect Advancement Qualifier now officially begins. Lots will decide your opponents. First match: Zhang Lin versus Iron Mountain."

The middle-aged man was Zhang Shanhe, an elder of the Servant Courtyard.

As Zhang Shanhe's voice fell, two servant disciples took the stage and began their match.

"Zhang Lin wins and advances to tomorrow's Outer Sect Advancement Tournament."

The winner was decided quickly, and the second pair followed onto the stage.

After eight matches proceeded in this manner, the ninth match finally arrived—

"Ninth match: Zhang Qingyun versus Lin Changkong."

As the announcement fell, Zhang Qingyun stood up, glanced in Lin Changkong's direction, then walked onto the fighting platform.

Excitement danced across Su Qingqing's face. She ground her teeth as she looked at Lin Changkong, her gaze unrestrained and arrogant.

Lin Changkong rose to his feet and walked toward the fighting platform.

"No way, Lin Changkong actually entered too? Isn't he only at the Body Refining Second Level? What is he here for, to make everyone laugh?"

"If I remember correctly, Lin Changkong has always been at the bottom among the servant disciples. Zhang Qingyun, on the other hand, is exceptionally talented. He is a favored candidate to advance into the Outer Sect this time, and he was already at the Body Refining Seventh Level a month ago.

"Body Refining Second Level against Body Refining Seventh Level? Isn't that just asking to be beaten?"

"Zhang Qingyun is also famous for being vicious. I think Lin Changkong would be better off admitting defeat right away."

All kinds of voices rang out from the stands. Su Qingqing immediately felt her face brighten, and her confidence swelled.

As Lin Changkong stepped onto the stage, Zhang Shanhe shouted, "Begin!"

Zhang Qingyun looked at Lin Changkong and said coldly, "If you kneel and beg for mercy now, then apologize to Qingqing and admit your mistake in public, I can go a little easier on you.

"But if you refuse to appreciate kindness, then I can guarantee that today, you will definitely—"

"Bang!"

Lin Changkong kicked off the ground, his entire body shooting forward like an arrow released from the bowstring. He threw a punch at Zhang Qingyun's chest.

Eight Extremes Collapse Fist!

"Bang!"

An explosive sound rang out. Zhang Qingyun flew backward in a hunched posture for more than twenty feet before smashing into the edge of the platform. His throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood burst from his lips.

Before he could react to what had happened, Lin Changkong's figure had already rapidly enlarged in his pupils.

Then a foot descended from above and, with a smack, stomped viciously onto his face.