“Ding, forging material ‘Refined Iron’ discovered, produced in the Great Yan Dynasty.”
Lin Fan weighed it in his hand; it wasn’t light. This palm-sized piece of refined iron might not be enough for an ordinary craftsman to forge a weapon, but Lin Fan, equipped with a system, could craft a mid-grade weapon with just this one piece.
Normally, no matter how skilled a craftsman is, it’s impossible to forge a mid-grade weapon from refined iron. However, Lin Fan believed that his secondary profession as a master craftsman came with a buff that could enhance the quality of the weapons he forged.
Lin Fan tossed a piece of refined iron into the furnace.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade longsword, Master Craftsman experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade dagger, Master Craftsman experience +100.”
…
Now, mid-grade weapons were of no use to Lin Fan, while low-grade weapons were highly sought after in the outer sect. As long as he could exchange for enough Qi Pills, Lin Fan could level up immediately and then head to the inner sect to cause some trouble.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up your secondary profession, Master Craftsman Level 2.”
As Lin Fan continued his actions, he suddenly heard this pleasant sound, and the refined iron materials had been completely consumed.
In his backpack now were forty low-grade weapons. As long as nothing unexpected happened, selling a few of them would surely allow him to level up.
Knock, knock, knock…
Someone was at the door again.
“Brother Yin, what’s up?” Lin Fan asked with a smile.
In the sect, the only people he was somewhat familiar with were Brother Yin and Brother Ni.
“Junior Brother Lin, the inner sect seniors are coming to the outer sect for a martial arts competition today. Do you want to go and watch?” Yin Mochen asked excitedly.
“Martial arts competition?” Lin Fan was puzzled. “Brother Yin, why would the inner sect seniors come to the outer sect for a competition?”
“It’s a long-standing tradition in the sect. The inner sect seniors come to the outer sect for competitions to motivate us juniors. After the competition, we can also consult them about any cultivation issues we might have,” Yin Mochen explained.
Lin Fan nodded. It seemed similar to how top students from prestigious universities would return to their alma mater to inspire their juniors to strive for the same success.
However, Lin Fan wasn’t particularly interested in this. Still, he wanted to see how strong these inner sect seniors really were.
“Alright, Brother Yin, let’s go,” Lin Fan said.
“Let’s hurry, or we won’t even get a spot to stand,” Yin Mochen urged.
Every year at this time, the outer sect disciples were the most excited because they could finally get solutions to their long-standing cultivation problems from the inner sect seniors.
When Lin Fan and Brother Yin arrived at the scene, it was already packed with people. In front was a square martial arts stage paved with green bricks, with four dragon-carved pillars at its corners, exuding an imposing aura.
“Junior Brother, let’s go over there. There are fewer people,” Yin Mochen said, looking around and finally spotting a less crowded area. Standing here, they couldn’t see what was happening on the stage. This was a once-a-year opportunity to witness the inner sect seniors’ martial arts competition. Missing it would mean waiting another year.
As Lin Fan and Yin Mochen found their spot, people finally appeared on the martial arts stage.
A group of brightly dressed men and women descended from the sky like immortals. As they landed, the cheers from the outer sect disciples grew even more intense.
These inner sect disciples were now the center of attention, like superstars, basking in the admiration of others.
Lin Fan observed the group of inner sect disciples on the stage, scrutinizing them closely.
Innate Fifth Stage.
Innate Fourth Stage.
Innate Eighth Stage.
…
Innate Ninth Stage.
Among them, the highest cultivation level was Divine Second Stage, which was still far behind Meng Yangquan.
The Divine Second Stage inner sect disciple, likely the leader of this event, spoke a few words to those beside him before leading them to the high chairs at the front.
Lin Fan focused on the Divine Second Stage disciple, sensing the powerful aura that the disciple was trying hard to suppress.
“The competition begins…” At this moment, the person sitting on the stone chair above spoke.
Though the voice wasn’t loud, it resonated like thunder from the heavens, shaking the hearts of the outer sect disciples and leaving them pale.
“So strong…” Lin Fan was startled. It seemed he couldn’t underestimate anyone.
The gap between the Postnatal and Innate stages was insurmountable, and the difference between the Innate and Divine stages was even more vast.
At this moment, two inner sect disciples floated onto the stage, facing each other before bowing and clasping their fists.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, both were Innate Seventh Stage disciples. Though their auras weren’t as strong as the Divine Second Stage disciple, they still gave Lin Fan a sense of danger.
“Begin.” The inner sect disciple sitting above spoke like an emperor commanding the world, his every word filled with supreme authority that was impossible to resist.
“Awoo…”
At this moment, a dragon’s roar seemed to echo through the heavens and earth.
The longswords strapped to the backs of the two disciples shot out, their blades gleaming with light.
“Incredible, truly incredible,” Yin Mochen said, his eyes shining as he watched the two seniors on the stage.
“This is the Innate Stage…”
…
Lin Fan watched the two inner sect disciples battling on the stage, his heart pounding.
So cool, so incredibly cool.
This is what martial arts is about. I must go to the library and borrow a few books to study. It’s so dazzling, so magnificent.
“Junior Brother, did you see that? These are the inner sect seniors. They’re so strong. I wonder when I’ll be like them,” Yin Mochen said enviously, at a loss for words.
“Soon, soon…” Lin Fan stared intently, feeling a bit excited himself.
“Ah, Junior Brother, I know myself. I probably won’t make it into the inner sect in this lifetime,” Yin Mochen said regretfully.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, wanting to tell his senior that he was talking about himself. But seeing Yin Mochen so lacking in confidence, Lin Fan felt it necessary to offer some encouragement.
After the two inner sect disciples finished their match, the outer sect disciples below cheered even more fervently than before.
“Next is the guidance session. Is anyone willing to spar with the two seniors? Of course, there will be no casualties,” the Divine Second Stage inner sect disciple on the chair said.
At this moment, the outer sect disciples below began whispering among themselves. This session was quite interesting. Many wanted to go up but were too shy, afraid that their cultivation level was too low to catch the seniors’ attention and end up being criticized as worthless.
There had been cases in the past where a junior went up for guidance and was later criticized as worthless by the senior. Due to a lack of mental fortitude, that junior gave up and became a failure.
Standing below the stage, Lin Fan was suddenly delighted.
A sparring session with no casualties? If he could succeed in stealing the peach, wouldn’t that be a huge win?
“Me… I’ll go…” Without thinking, Lin Fan raised his hand.
“Junior Brother…” Yin Mochen was stunned, looking at Lin Fan in disbelief.
Lin Fan weighed the piece in his hand. It was surprisingly heavy. This palm-sized piece of refined iron might not be enough for an ordinary craftsman to forge even a single weapon, but Lin Fan had a system. With just this piece, he could forge a mid-grade weapon.
According to normal standards, no matter how skilled a craftsman might be, it would be impossible to forge a mid-grade weapon from refined iron alone. However, Lin Fan saw that his profession, Master Artisan, clearly had a buff that enhanced the quality of weapons crafted.
Lin Fan tossed a piece of refined iron into the furnace.
“Ding, forging material ‘Refined Iron’ discovered, produced in the Great Yan Dynasty.”
Lin Fan weighed it in his hand; it wasn’t light. This palm-sized piece of refined iron might not be enough for an ordinary craftsman to forge a weapon, but Lin Fan had the system. With just this one piece, he could forge a mid-grade weapon.
Normally, no matter how skilled a craftsman was, it would be impossible to forge a mid-grade weapon from refined iron. But in Lin Fan’s view, his secondary profession as a Master Craftsman clearly had a buff that could enhance the quality of the weapons he forged.
Lin Fan tossed a piece of refined iron into the furnace.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade longsword, Master Craftsman experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade dagger, Master Craftsman experience +100.”
…
Now, mid-grade weapons were of no use to Lin Fan. In the outer sect, low-grade weapons were the most popular. As long as he could exchange enough Qi Condensing Pills, Lin Fan would level up immediately and then hurry to the inner sect to cause some trouble.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up your secondary profession, Master Craftsman Level 2.”
As Lin Fan continued his actions, he suddenly heard this pleasant sound, and the refined iron materials had been completely consumed.
In his backpack now, there were a total of forty low-grade weapons. As long as nothing unexpected happened, selling a few of them would surely allow him to level up.
Knock, knock, knock…
Someone was at the door again.
“Brother Yin, what’s up?” Lin Fan asked with a smile.
In the sect, the only people he was somewhat familiar with were Brother Yin and Brother Ni.
“Junior Brother Lin, the inner sect seniors are coming to the outer sect for a martial arts competition today. Do you want to go and watch?” Yin Mochen said excitedly.
“Martial arts competition?” Lin Fan was puzzled. “Brother Yin, why would the inner sect seniors come to the outer sect for a competition?”
“It’s a long-standing tradition of the sect. The inner sect seniors come to the outer sect for the competition, firstly to motivate us juniors, and secondly, after the competition, the outer sect juniors can consult the inner sect seniors about any cultivation problems they encounter,” Yin Mochen explained.
Lin Fan nodded. It seemed like this was similar to how schools invite alumni who have been admitted to top universities like Tsinghua and Peking University to return to their alma mater to inspire the current students to work hard and aim for those prestigious institutions.
However, Lin Fan wasn’t particularly interested in this, but he did want to see how strong these inner sect seniors were.
“Alright, Brother Yin, let’s go,” Lin Fan said.
“Okay, let’s hurry, or we won’t even have a place to stand,” Yin Mochen urged.
Every year at this time, it was the most exciting moment for the outer sect juniors because the long-standing cultivation problems could be solved by consulting the inner sect seniors.
When Lin Fan and Brother Yin arrived at the scene, it was already packed with people. In front, there was a square martial arts stage paved with green bricks, with distinct edges. Around the stage, there were four dragon-carved pillars, exuding an air of majesty.
“Junior Brother, let’s go over there, there are fewer people,” Yin Mochen looked around and finally spotted a less crowded area. Standing here, they couldn’t see what was happening on the stage. This was a once-a-year opportunity to witness the inner sect seniors’ martial arts competition. If they missed it, they would have to wait until next year.
When Lin Fan and Yin Mochen found a good spot, people finally appeared on the martial arts stage.
A group of brightly dressed men and women descended from the sky like immortals. As these inner sect disciples landed, the cheers from the outer sect disciples grew even more intense.
This group of inner sect disciples was now the center of attention, like superstars in a grand event, basking in the cheers of others.
Lin Fan observed the group of inner sect disciples on the stage, scrutinizing them closely.
Innate Fifth Stage.
Innate Fourth Stage.
Innate Eighth Stage.
…
Innate Ninth Stage.
Among this group of inner sect disciples, the highest cultivation level was Divine Second Stage, which was still far behind Meng Yangquan.
The Divine Second Stage inner sect disciple seemed to be the leader of this event. After saying a few words to the people beside him, he led them to the high chairs at the front.
Lin Fan focused on the Divine Second Stage disciple. He could sense a powerful aura that was being tightly restrained.
“The competition begins…” At this moment, the person sitting on the stone chair above spoke.
Although the voice wasn’t loud, it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, shaking the hearts of the outer sect disciples and leaving them pale-faced.
“So strong…” Lin Fan was startled. It seemed he couldn’t underestimate anyone.
The gap between the Postnatal and Innate stages was insurmountable, and the difference between the Innate and Divine stages was like heaven and earth.
At this moment, two inner sect disciples floated down onto the stage. They looked at each other and then clasped their fists in salute.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, both of these inner sect disciples were at the Innate Seventh Stage. Although their auras weren’t as powerful as the Divine Second Stage disciple, they still gave Lin Fan a sense of danger.
“Begin.” The inner sect disciple sitting above spoke like an emperor ruling the world, every word filled with supreme authority that was impossible to resist.
“Roar…”
At this moment, a dragon’s roar seemed to echo through the heavens and earth.
The longswords carried on the backs of the two disciples shot out, their blades glowing with a radiant light.
“Amazing, truly amazing,” Yin Mochen’s eyes sparkled as he watched the two seniors on the stage.
“This is the Innate Stage…”
…
Lin Fan watched the two inner sect disciples battling on the stage, his heart pounding.
So cool, so incredibly cool.
This was the power of cultivation techniques. It seemed he must go to the library and borrow a few books to study. It was too dazzling, too magnificent.
“Junior Brother, did you see that? These are the inner sect seniors. They’re so strong. I wonder when I’ll be able to reach their level,” Yin Mochen said enviously, at a loss for words.
“Soon, soon…” Lin Fan stared intently, feeling a bit excited himself.
“Ah, Junior Brother, I know myself. I probably won’t have the chance to enter the inner sect in this lifetime,” Yin Mochen said regretfully.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, wanting to tell his senior brother that he was talking about himself. But seeing that Yin Mochen lacked confidence, Lin Fan felt it necessary to give him some encouragement.
After the two inner sect disciples finished their battle, the outer sect disciples below the stage erupted in cheers, even more intense than before.
“Next is the guidance session. Is there anyone willing to spar with the two seniors? Of course, there will be no casualties,” the Divine Second Stage inner sect disciple sitting on the chair said.
At this moment, the outer sect disciples below the stage began whispering to each other. This session was quite interesting. Many outer sect disciples wanted to go up, but they were too shy, afraid that their cultivation level was too low and they wouldn’t be taken seriously by the seniors, being evaluated as worthless.
There had been an example in the past where a junior disciple went up for guidance and was later evaluated as worthless by the senior. Because of his weak will, he never recovered and ended up wasting his life.
At this moment, Lin Fan, standing below the stage, was delighted.
Sparring with no casualties? If he could succeed in stealing the peach, wouldn’t that be a huge gain?
“Me… I’ll go…” Without thinking, Lin Fan raised his hand.
“Junior Brother…” Yin Mochen was stunned, looking at Lin Fan in disbelief.
“Ding, forging material ‘Refined Iron’ discovered, produced in the Great Yan Dynasty.”
Lin Fan weighed it in his hand; it wasn’t light. Just this palm-sized piece of refined iron might not be enough for an ordinary craftsman to forge a weapon, but Lin Fan had the system. With just this one piece, he could forge a mid-grade weapon.
Normally, no matter how skilled a craftsman was, it was impossible to forge a mid-grade weapon from refined iron. But in Lin Fan’s view, this sub-profession of Master Craftsman clearly had a buff that could enhance the grade of the forged weapon.
Lin Fan tossed a piece of refined iron into the furnace.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade longsword, Master Craftsman experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade dagger, Master Craftsman experience +100.”
…
Now, mid-grade weapons were of no use to Lin Fan, while in the outer sect, low-grade weapons were the most popular. As long as he could exchange enough Qi Pills, Lin Fan could level up immediately and then hurry to the inner sect to cause some trouble.
“Ding, congratulations on sub-profession level up, Master Craftsman Level 2.”
As Lin Fan continued his actions, he suddenly heard this pleasant sound, and the refined iron materials were all used up.
At this moment, there were a total of forty low-grade weapons in his backpack. As long as nothing unexpected happened, selling a few weapons would surely allow him to level up.
Knock, knock, knock…
Someone was knocking on the door again.
“Brother Yin, what’s up?” Lin Fan asked with a smile.
Now, in the sect, the only ones he was familiar with were Brother Yin and Brother Ni.
“Junior Brother Lin, today the inner sect seniors are coming to the outer sect for a martial arts competition. Do you want to go and watch?” Yin Mochen said excitedly.
“Martial arts competition?” Lin Fan was puzzled. “Brother Yin, why would the inner sect come to the outer sect for a competition?”
“This is a long-standing tradition of the sect. The inner sect seniors come to the outer sect for competitions to motivate us juniors, and after the competition, the outer sect seniors can consult the inner sect seniors about some problems they encounter in their cultivation,” Yin Mochen explained.
Lin Fan nodded. It seemed like this was similar to when top students from prestigious universities return to their alma mater to inspire their juniors to work hard and aim for those universities in the future.
However, Lin Fan wasn’t particularly interested in this, but he did want to see how strong these inner sect seniors were.
“Alright, Brother Yin, let’s go,” Lin Fan said.
“Okay, let’s hurry, or we won’t even have a place to stand,” Yin Mochen urged.
Every year at this time, it was the most exciting moment for the outer sect seniors because they could finally get solutions to their long-standing problems from the inner sect seniors.
When Lin Fan and Brother Yin arrived at the scene, it was already packed with people, and in front was a square martial arts platform paved with green bricks, with four dragon-carved pillars at the corners, looking majestic.
“Junior Brother, let’s go over there, there are fewer people,” Yin Mochen looked around and finally spotted a less crowded area. Standing here, they couldn’t see the situation on the stage. This was a once-a-year opportunity to witness the inner sect seniors’ martial arts competition. If they missed it, they would have to wait until next year.
When Lin Fan and Yin Mochen found their spot, people finally appeared on the martial arts platform.
A group of brightly dressed men and women descended from the sky like immortals. As these inner sect disciples landed, the cheers from the outer sect disciples on the ground grew even more intense.
This group of inner sect disciples was now the center of attention, like superstars in a grand event, enjoying the cheers of others.
Lin Fan looked at the group of inner sect disciples on the stage, carefully observing them.
Innate Fifth Stage.
Innate Fourth Stage.
Innate Eighth Stage.
…
Innate Ninth Stage.
Among this group of inner sect disciples, the highest cultivation level was Divine Second Stage, which was far behind Meng Yangquan.
This Divine Second Stage inner sect disciple was probably the person in charge this time. After saying a few words to the people beside him, he led them to the high chairs in front.
Lin Fan focused on this Divine Second Stage disciple. He could sense a powerful aura being tightly restrained within him.
“The competition begins…” At this moment, the person sitting on the stone chair above spoke.
Although the voice wasn’t loud, it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, shaking the hearts of the outer sect disciples, leaving them pale-faced.
“So strong…” Lin Fan was shocked. It seemed he couldn’t underestimate anyone.
The gap between the Postnatal and Innate stages was insurmountable, and the difference between the Innate and Divine stages was like heaven and earth.
At this moment, two inner sect disciples floated down onto the stage, facing each other, and then clasped their fists in salute.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, both of these inner sect disciples were at the Innate Seventh Stage. Although their auras weren’t as strong as the Divine Second Stage disciple, they still gave Lin Fan a very dangerous feeling.
“Begin.” The inner sect disciple sitting above spoke like an emperor ruling the world, every word and action filled with supreme majesty, making it impossible to resist.
“Roar…”
At this moment, it seemed as if a dragon’s roar echoed through the heavens and earth.
The longswords carried on the backs of the two disciples shot out, shining with a stream of light, the sword bodies covered in a layer of radiance.
“Amazing, truly amazing.” Yin Mochen’s eyes sparkled as he watched the two seniors on the stage.
“This is the Innate Stage.”
…
Lin Fan watched the two inner sect disciples fighting on the stage, his heart pounding.
So cool, so incredibly cool.
This is what martial arts is about. I must go to the library and borrow a few books to study. It’s so magnificent, so dazzling.
“Junior Brother, did you see that? This is the inner sect seniors. They’re so strong. I wonder when I can be like them,” Yin Mochen said enviously, not knowing what else to say.
“Soon, soon…” Lin Fan stared intently, feeling a bit excited himself.
“Ah, Junior Brother, I know myself. I probably won’t have the chance to enter the inner sect in this lifetime,” Yin Mochen said regretfully.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, really wanting to tell his senior brother that he was talking about himself, but seeing Junior Brother Yin so lacking in confidence, Lin Fan felt it necessary to give him some proper guidance.
After the two inner sect disciples finished their match, the outer sect disciples below cheered even more intensely than before.
“Next is the guidance session. Is there anyone willing to spar with the two seniors? Of course, there will be no casualties,” the Divine Second Stage inner sect disciple on the chair said.
At this moment, the outer sect disciples below began whispering to each other. This session was quite interesting. Many outer sect disciples wanted to go up, but they were too shy, afraid that their cultivation level was too low and they wouldn’t be worthy of the seniors’ attention, being evaluated as worthless.
There had been an example before where a junior disciple went up for guidance and was later evaluated as worthless by the senior. Because of his weak will, he never recovered and just wasted away.
At this moment, Lin Fan standing below the stage was delighted.
To go up and spar, and with no casualties, if he could succeed in stealing the peach, wouldn’t that be a big win?
“Me… I’ll go…” At this moment, Lin Fan raised his hand without hesitation.
“Junior Brother…” Yin Mochen was stunned, looking at Lin Fan in disbelief.
…
Currently, mid-grade weapons were of no use to Lin Fan. In the Outer Courtyard, however, low-grade weapons were the most popular. Once he had exchanged enough Qi Nourishing Pills, Lin Fan could immediately upgrade and then head to the Inner Courtyard to cause some havoc.
“Ding, forging material ‘Refined Iron’ discovered, originating from the Great Yan Dynasty.”
Lin Fan weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy. For a piece of refined iron this size, an ordinary craftsman might not even have enough to forge a single weapon. But Lin Fan, equipped with his system, could craft a mid-grade weapon with just this one piece.
Normally, no matter how skilled a craftsman is, it’s impossible to forge a mid-grade weapon from refined iron. However, Lin Fan’s subclass, the Artisan Master, clearly had a buff that enhanced the quality of the weapons he forged.
Lin Fan tossed a piece of refined iron into the furnace.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade longsword, Artisan Master experience +100.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade dagger, Artisan Master experience +100.”
…
Currently, mid-grade weapons were of no use to Lin Fan. In the outer sect, low-grade weapons were the most popular. As long as he could exchange enough Qi Pills, Lin Fan could level up immediately and then quickly move to the inner sect to cause some trouble.
“Ding, congratulations on subclass level up, Artisan Master Level 2.”
As Lin Fan continued his actions, he suddenly heard this delightful sound, and the refined iron materials were completely depleted.
Now, his backpack contained a total of forty low-grade weapons. As long as nothing unexpected happened, selling a few of them would surely allow him to level up.
Knock, knock, knock…
Someone was at the door again.
“Brother Yin, what’s up?” Lin Fan asked with a smile.
Currently, the only people he was familiar with in the sect were Brother Yin and Brother Ni.
“Junior Brother Lin, the inner sect seniors are coming to the outer sect for a martial arts competition today. Do you want to go and watch?” Yin Mochen asked excitedly.
“Martial arts competition?” Lin Fan was puzzled. “Brother Yin, why would the inner sect come to the outer sect for a competition?”
“This is a long-standing tradition of the sect. The inner sect seniors come to the outer sect for competitions to motivate us juniors. After the competition, the outer sect brothers can consult the inner sect seniors about any cultivation issues they encounter,” Yin Mochen explained.
Lin Fan nodded. It seemed similar to how top students from prestigious universities return to their alma mater to inspire their juniors to strive for success.
However, Lin Fan wasn’t particularly interested in this. Still, he wanted to see how strong these inner sect seniors were.
“Alright, Brother Yin, let’s go,” Lin Fan said.
“Okay, let’s hurry, or we won’t even get a spot to stand,” Yin Mochen urged.
Every year at this time, the outer sect brothers were most excited because they could finally get solutions to their long-standing problems from the inner sect seniors.
When Lin Fan and Brother Yin arrived at the scene, it was already packed with people. In front was a square martial arts stage, paved with green bricks and surrounded by four dragon-carved pillars, exuding an imposing aura.
“Junior Brother, let’s go over there; there are fewer people,” Yin Mochen suggested after looking around. Standing here, they couldn’t see the stage clearly. This was a once-a-year opportunity to witness the inner sect seniors’ martial arts competition. Missing it would mean waiting another year.
After Lin Fan and Yin Mochen found a good spot, people finally appeared on the stage.
A group of brightly dressed men and women descended from the sky like immortals. As these inner sect disciples landed, the cheers from the outer sect disciples grew even more intense.
This group of inner sect disciples was now the center of attention, enjoying the cheers like superstars.
Lin Fan observed the group of inner sect disciples on the stage, scrutinizing them carefully.
Innate Fifth Stage.
Innate Fourth Stage.
Innate Eighth Stage.
…
Innate Ninth Stage.
Among this group of inner sect disciples, the highest cultivation level was Divine Second Stage, which was still far behind Meng Yangquan.
The Divine Second Stage inner sect disciple, likely the leader of this event, spoke a few words to those around him before leading them to the high chairs at the front.
Lin Fan focused on the Divine Second Stage disciple, sensing the powerful aura that was being tightly restrained.
“The competition begins…” At this moment, the person sitting on the stone chair above spoke.
Though the voice wasn’t loud, it resonated like thunder from the heavens, shaking the hearts of the outer sect disciples and leaving them pale.
“So strong…” Lin Fan was startled, realizing he shouldn’t underestimate anyone.
The gap between the Postnatal and Innate stages was insurmountable, and the difference between the Innate and Divine stages was even more vast.
At this moment, two inner sect disciples floated onto the stage, facing each other before bowing and clasping their fists.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, both were Innate Seventh Stage inner sect disciples. Though their auras weren’t as strong as the Divine Second Stage disciple, they still gave Lin Fan a sense of danger.
“Begin.” The inner sect disciple sitting above spoke like an emperor commanding the world, his every word filled with supreme authority that was impossible to resist.
“Roar…”
At this moment, a dragon’s roar seemed to echo through the heavens.
The longswords carried on the backs of the two disciples shot out, their blades gleaming with light.
“Amazing, truly amazing,” Yin Mochen exclaimed, his eyes shining as he watched the two seniors on the stage.
“This is the Innate Stage…”
…
Lin Fan watched the two inner sect disciples battling on the stage, his heart pounding.
So cool, so incredibly cool.
This is what martial arts is about. I must go to the library and borrow a few books to study. It’s so dazzling, so spectacular.
“Junior Brother, did you see that? These are the inner sect seniors. They’re so strong. I wonder when I’ll be like them,” Yin Mochen said enviously, at a loss for words.
“Soon, soon…” Lin Fan replied, his eyes fixed on the stage, feeling a surge of excitement.
“Ah, Junior Brother, I know myself. I probably won’t make it to the inner sect in this lifetime,” Yin Mochen lamented.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, wanting to tell his senior brother that he was talking about himself. But seeing Yin Mochen’s lack of confidence, Lin Fan felt it necessary to offer some encouragement.
After the two inner sect disciples finished their battle, the outer sect disciples below cheered even more enthusiastically than before.
“Next is the guidance session. Is anyone willing to spar with the two seniors? Of course, there will be no casualties,” the Divine Second Stage inner sect disciple on the chair announced.
At this moment, the outer sect disciples below began whispering to each other. This session was quite interesting. Many wanted to go up but were too shy, afraid that their cultivation level was too low to catch the seniors’ attention and be deemed worthless.
There had been cases in the past where a junior went up for guidance and was later criticized as worthless by the senior, leading to a loss of confidence and eventual failure.
Lin Fan, standing below the stage, was delighted.
Sparring without any casualties? If I can pull off a sneak attack, I’ll hit the jackpot.
“Me… I’ll go…” Without hesitation, Lin Fan raised his hand.
“Junior Brother…” Yin Mochen was stunned, looking at Lin Fan in disbelief.
While Lin Fan was continuously performing the same action, he suddenly heard this pleasant sound, and the refined iron material had already been completely consumed.
At this moment, there were a total of forty low-grade weapons in his backpack. As long as nothing unexpected happened, selling just a few of these weapons would allow him to upgrade smoothly.
Thud, thud, thud…
At this moment, someone knocked on the door again.
“Senior Brother Yin, what’s wrong?” Lin Fan asked with a smile.
Among the people in the sect, the only ones he was somewhat familiar with were Senior Brothers Yin and Ni.
“Junior Brother Lin, the Inner Courtyard seniors are coming to the Outer Courtyard for martial arts contests today. Do you want to go and watch?” Yin Mochen said excitedly.
“Martial arts contest?” Lin Fan was taken aback. “Senior Brother Yin, why are they holding the contest in the Outer Courtyard instead of the Inner Courtyard?”
“This is a long-standing tradition of the sect. The Inner Courtyard seniors come to the Outer Courtyard for martial arts contests primarily to motivate us juniors, and secondly, after the contests, the Outer Courtyard seniors can consult the Inner Courtyard seniors about problems encountered during cultivation,” Yin Mochen explained.
Lin Fan nodded. It seemed similar to schools inviting seniors who had been admitted to prestigious universities like Tsinghua to return to their alma maters and inspire the younger students to work harder for their own chances to enter top universities like Tsinghua or Peking University.
However, Lin Fan wasn’t particularly interested in these contests. Still, he was curious to see what the actual cultivation levels of these Inner Courtyard seniors were like.
“Sure, Senior Brother. Let’s go then,” Lin Fan said.
“Yeah, let’s hurry up, or we won’t even find a place to stand,” Yin Mochen urged.
Every year at this time, it was the most exciting moment for the Outer Courtyard seniors because they could get solutions to their long-standing cultivation problems from the Inner Courtyard seniors.
When Lin Fan and Senior Brother Yin arrived at the scene, it was already packed with people. In front was a square martial arts arena paved with blue bricks, sharp and distinct in shape. Around the arena stood four dragon-entwined pillars, majestic and imposing.
“Junior Brother, let’s go that way; there are fewer people there,” Yin Mochen looked around and finally noticed a less crowded spot. Standing there, they couldn’t even see what was happening on the stage. Being able to witness the Inner Courtyard seniors’ martial arts contest was a once-a-year opportunity. Missing it meant waiting until next year.
After Lin Fan and Yin Mochen found their spot, someone finally appeared on the martial arts stage.
A group of brightly dressed men and women descended from the sky like immortals descending. As these Inner Courtyard disciples landed, the Outer Courtyard disciples in the audience cheered even more enthusiastically.
This group of Inner Courtyard disciples was now the center of attention, like superstar celebrities enjoying the cheers of the crowd.
Lin Fan looked at the group on the stage, carefully observing them.
Late Heaven Stage Fifth Level.
Late Heaven Stage Fourth Level.
Late Heaven Stage Eighth Level.
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Late Heaven Stage Ninth Level.
Among this group of Inner Courtyard disciples, the highest cultivation level was Late Heaven Stage Second Level, far inferior to Meng Yangquan.
This Inner Courtyard disciple at Late Heaven Stage Second Level was likely the person in charge this time. After saying a few words to those around him on the stage, he led the group toward the high chairs at the front.
Lin Fan focused on this Late Heaven Stage Second Level disciple. He could sense a powerful aura being carefully restrained from this person.
“The contest begins…” At this moment, the person sitting on the upper stone chair spoke.
Although his voice wasn’t loud, it was like a thunderclap from the ninth heaven, shaking the minds of many Outer Courtyard disciples, making their faces turn pale.
“So powerful…” Lin Fan was shocked. It seemed he couldn’t afford to underestimate anyone.
The gap between Early Heaven and Late Heaven stages was an insurmountable chasm, and the difference between Late Heaven and Divine Ascension stages was even more significant.
At this moment, two Inner Courtyard disciples floated onto the stage. They exchanged glances and then bowed to each other with clasped fists.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, these two were both Inner Courtyard disciples at Late Heaven Stage Seventh Level. Although their auras weren’t as powerful as the Late Heaven Stage Second Level disciple, they still gave Lin Fan a strong sense of danger.
“Begin.” The Inner Courtyard disciple sitting above spoke like an emperor ruling the world, his every word and action exuding supreme authority that was impossible to resist.
“Roar…”
At this moment, it seemed as if a dragon’s roar echoed through the heavens.
The long swords carried on the backs of the two disciples shot forth, shining with radiant light, the blades adorned with a layer of glowing energy.
“Amazing! Simply incredible!” Yin Mochen’s eyes sparkled as he watched the two seniors on stage.
“This is the Late Heaven Stage cultivation realm.”
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Lin Fan watched the two Inner Courtyard disciples battling on stage, his heart pounding.
“Incredible! Absolutely incredible!”
“This is cultivation technique. It seems I must definitely go to the scripture pavilion to borrow a few books for study. This is too magnificent, too dazzling.”
“Junior Brother, did you see that? These are the Inner Courtyard seniors. They’re just too powerful. I wonder when I’ll be able to reach their level,” Yin Mochen said with admiration, not knowing what else to say.
“Very soon, very soon…” Lin Fan stared intently, his heart also filled with excitement.
“Sigh, Junior Brother, Senior Brother knows his own limits. I’m afraid entering the Inner Courtyard is beyond my reach in this lifetime,” Yin Mochen said regretfully.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, wanting to tell his senior brother that he was talking about himself, but seeing how lacking in confidence Yin Senior Brother was, Lin Fan felt it was his duty to offer some encouragement and guidance.
After the two Inner Courtyard disciples finished their match, the Outer Courtyard disciples in the audience erupted into cheers, even more thunderous than before.
“Next is the guidance session. Is there anyone willing to spar with these two seniors? Of course, there will be no injuries,” the Inner Courtyard disciple at Late Heaven Stage Second Level seated on the chair announced.
At this moment, the Outer Courtyard disciples below began whispering among themselves. This segment was quite interesting. Many Outer Courtyard disciples wanted to go up but felt shy, fearing their cultivation levels were too low to impress the seniors, worried they might be criticized harshly and deemed worthless.
There had been such an example before. A junior brother had gone up for guidance but was criticized so severely by the senior that he lost confidence and gave up entirely, becoming a failure.
At this moment, Lin Fan below the stage was delighted.
Sparring without any danger of injury—if he succeeded in stealing some techniques, he would hit the jackpot.
“I… I’ll go…” Without hesitation, Lin Fan raised his hand.
“Junior Brother…” Yin Mochen was stunned, looking at Lin Fan in disbelief.
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