CH.10Beat a Small Fry Comes Another Small Fry

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As the invisible head of the four great sects, Luo Xianjian had always been very lively.

Not to mention that yesterday, Master He Wei brought new disciples from this session of Disciple-Acceptance Conference, injecting fresh blood into the Sect.
The disciples who’re now promoted to seniors were extremely happy, because now there are people they can friendlily negotiate with—negotiating who’ll sweep the floors and do the sects junk chores.
The Outer Sects teaching elders were also very happy, finally, there were new students to teach. 

On the second day of the new students’ arrival, the disciples who came to listen to the Qi Refining course were surprised to find one more person by the window. 

He was similarly wearing the sect’s uniform, the corners and cuffs of his white robe engraved with the spiritual sword on the sect gate, yet, compared to others, he wore it beautifully.
He sat in his seat by the window, gazing out into the horizon with his chin resting in his hand, seemingly in a world of his own, outside of this clamorous classroom.
Although his face couldn’t be seen, just by looking at his temperament you could tell he was the young master of an aristocratic family. 

“This person…… who is he?” Noticing him, a new disciple elbowed his companion by his side, “I didn’t see him among the new students ah, and yesterday too.” 

The companion also curiously stared at the person, “I have no impression either…… Maybe an elder’s disciple ran out to listen to a class ba.”1


That person, of course, was Lin Zhizhi.
Lin Zhizhi almost stayed up all of last night, and before the sky even cracked a light, he got up and headed to the Luo Xianjian he’d always dreamed of.
While it was still early, he strolled around like a frozen chicken. 

Luo Xianjian didn’t disappoint him at all. 

Whether it be the environment, or…… the breakfast. 

You couldn’t say Dao Zun Daren was someone who only breathed wind and drank dew, living the life of an immortal—his food was only spirit vegetables and fruits, rare meat and fish.
Contrary to what one might expect, this caused Lin Zhizhi immense pain and suffering—-as the Lin Clan’s young master, he usually adopted the tactic of “no meat, no joy.” If you don’t eat enough meat, how will you have the strength to cultivate?

Su Yu knows this very well.
Once, in order to cool his childhood sweetheart’s temper, he traveled thousands of miles and all the way to the secular world’s most famous roast chicken shop and secretly bought a roasted chicken to make Lin Zhizhi happy. 

So when Lin Zhizhi saw Lun Xianjians sumptuous dining hall, he finally put his little heart that was worried about having no meat to eat.
After eating some meat buns, he took Xuan Hua’s token to the elder martial brother in charge of the Outer Sect to get the sect uniform.
He then went to the Qi Refining classroom and waited for class to start. 

Other peoples’ comments about him failed to attract Lin Zhizhi’s attention.
With yesterday’s tragic scene of weak legs due to Shizun’s approach, Lin Zhizhi intended to cultivate his worldly mind, unable to be moved by anyone. 

Today the one in charge of the Qi Refining disciples was an elder surnamed Zhao, who’s cultivation level was at Core Formation, known to be notoriously harsh.
After his arrival, almost all the disciples in the Qi Refining class listened in complete silence.

“The Qi Refining Stage is still the early level of cultivation, just stepping onto the threshold of cultivation.
But, this stage can be said to be a small accomplishment, thus completing this change is very difficult.”

“Most of you are above the seventh level of Qi Refining, thus you need to start preparing for building your foundation.
You must not ignore condensing your spirit, sometimes the depth of the spirit can determine the outcome of a competition or your life……”

Elder Zhao’s lecture was very detailed, and after speaking he would carefully explain the difficulties disciples have encountered throughout the course of their practice.  

Lin Zhizhi also reaped some gains from listening to the lesson. 

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But even though the lesson was good, once the course ended, and after Elder Zhao left, an angry-faced youth stomped towards Lin Zhizhi and blocked him from getting up. 

Lin Zhizhi raised his head, confused, but found that he didn’t know the person and that the favorability above his head was, [Lan Tian, Favorability -40, Attitude: Hostile.] 

He picked at his eyebrows and already roughly guessed the current situation.
The young man spat in rage and revealed his family clan, indignantly opening his mouth, “It’s all because of you that my brother Lan Kong was crippled! Lin Zhizhi, who even is your master, how did you get into Luo Xianjian?” 

While the Lan Clan’s youth was shouting, his followers surrounded Lin Zhizhi and created an impenetrable crowd. 

The young youth named Lan Tian was the older brother of the teen from the Lan Clan, whose foundation was disposed of by Xuan Hua, at the Disciple-Acceptance Conference.
Although they just became disciples, he was the child of an aristocratic family, and him taking advantage of his position to kick people around wasn’t a matter that could be considered strange or unfamiliar. 

Lin Zhizhi didn’t answer.
He lowered his head and worried a little: if he beats up these people now, wouldn’t it just attract more people…… the gains wouldn’t pay the loss, instead it’ll just waste his cultivation time.

Looking at Lin Zhizhi’s bowed head, Lan Tian regained his sense of superiority, triumphantly holding his chest with both hands and said, “Why aren’t you talking, weren’t you all dragging before?”

Lin Zhizhi embraced his tolerant heart, and decided to give the other a chance, raising his eyes and coldly speaking to Lan Tian, “Move.” 

Lan Tian didn’t move at all, “Lin Zhizhi, you better carefully think about your tone, looking at us right now who do you think is stuck in a big crowd? Su Yu isn’t with you right now.
If you’re sensible, just call me dad and I’ll let you go this time.
Otherwise, hehe…”

Lin Zhizhi pressed a hand to his temple. 

Every single sect had such disciples.
Born in an aristocratic family, arrogant and domineering—and generally, sects had nobody deliberately managing it, unless the person offended someone who can’t be offended. 

Thus in the eyes of the onlookers, Lin Zhizhi was like a poor little white rabbit surrounded by a group of hungry wolves—-although they felt a bit of sympathy in their hearts for this beautiful young youth, offending the Lan Clan for this reason was not worth it. 

But who knew in the next second these onlookers will dumbstruck.JPG. 

Lin Zhizhi, since young, was also a rather violent lord.
Now that he gave the other party a chance and it wasn’t cherished, even if he provoked more people, he couldn’t be stopped.
Hearing the clamoring of Lan Tian, the young master of the Lin Clan directly took out the purple-bamboo sword from his space ring, hand set in the first form of the basic sword formula he practiced yesterday, immortal sweeping across, flicking Lan Tian and his crowd all away. 

The attendants around Lan Tian didn’t expect that this yo-yo looking youth would just directly come up and throw hands, and without warning they were all unexpectedly attacked, knocking down the surrounding tables and chairs, groaning and moaning on the floor, unable to get back up. 

Only Lan Tian who lit up a body protection light, stood luckily unscathed. 

Whatever Lan Tian still wanted to say, Lin Zhizhi was too lazy to reply, bamboo sword in hand, flipping its sharp tip once, and simultaneously moving spiritual energy through his palm, layering half the sword in spiritual energy—avoiding Lan Tian’s stab and increasing the sword pressure, pressing it against Lan Tian’s stomach, sending him flying half a meter away. 

Onlookers: Hai ya, my god, the rabbit ate the wolf! This youth whose temperament looked so refined, who would’ve thought he’d fight so violently! 

“You dared hit me! You..
…just you wait!” Lin Zhizhi’s sword didn’t cause Lan Tian substantial harm at all, and Lan Tian was oozing blood from the corner of his mouth like this, mostly from anger.

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Lin Zhizhi’s departing footsteps paused after that statement. 

Lan Tian, seeing him like this, thought that he still wanted to come and supplement his sword, and was so scared that he curled into a dried-shrimp shaped ball to protect his soft abdomen. 

—So noisy, should’ve done it harder so he couldn’t talk. 

After tilting his head to reflect deeply on his own actions, Lin Zhizhi left the classroom with a brisk pace. 

An attendant struggled to stand back up, then helped Lan Tian up, looking at the dark-haired boy’s distant back, “Lan Shao, what should we do?”

Lan Tian kicked him in the ass, “Grow some eyes! Go! Go find my cousin! He’d definitely be able to beat Lin Zhizhi!”

Although he was only a branch family’s child, he wasn’t easy to bully! The Lan Clan’s first young master was also in Luo Xianjian at this time, and would definitely avenge him. 

The follower complied and rushed out with his ass print. 

… … 

Afterward, Lin Zhizhi found an open space half-way up on the edge of the icy mountain where Xuan Hua’s cave was located. 

#Listen to Master’s words, practice basic sword method one hundred times every day, speedy sword cultivation#

#Good disciple is him, him is Lin Zhizhi. 

This Basic Sword Technique wasn’t tedious, and after practicing it a few times yesterday, Lin Zhizhi was able to handle it with ease.
It was just that to achieve the instantaneousness that Xuan Hua wished for, he needed to practice diligently. 

Lin Zhizhi practiced from morning until midday, not even bothering to eat lunch.
It wasn’t until his hands were aching that he decided to pause for a while and go to the canteen to freeload a meal. 

As Lin Zhizhi descended the mountain, he didn’t realize at all that his back was in a certain individual’s line of sight. 

—In Xuan Hua’s cave dwelling, there was a water mirror, which was broadcasting Lin Zhizhi’s every move in real-time. 

Dao Zun Daren was idle and had nothing to do, and to relieve his worries, he used his water mirror that could see all the world and its living beings to (steal) look (peeps) at his little disciple.

Seeing the scene of Lin Zhizhi going to practice after beating Lan Tian, Xuan Hua faintly curled his lips.

If Lin Zhizhi was present, he would’ve found that his family’s Shizun’s favorability silently +2…….
Pity that he doesn’t know anything at all. 

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Opposite to Lin Zhizhi, the attendant sent by Lan Tian had already passed through the outer gate and arrived at the door of an elder’s cave in the inner mountain, and said to the servant boy at the door, “I’m Lan Tian’s people, here to find Lan Zhen.”

The servant boy responded and turned around and entered the cave.
Soon, the cave door opened and a young man who looked five points similar to Lan Tian, a look that can barely be considered normal, but was full of debauchery and indulgence, walked out. 

It was the Lan Clans Di son with an earth spirit root.
He impatiently swung his hands, “No need to send regards, what did Lan Tian tell you to find me for?” 

The attendant nodded and bowed and recounted what had happened just now, asking Lan Zhen to come and teach Lin Zhizhi a lesson together. 

As Lan Zhen listened, the color of impatience on his face slowly disappeared.
After listening, his face was cloudy, “Hmph, turns out he actually came to Luo Xianjian Sect! 

The resentment between him and Lin Zhizhi could be traced back to his childhood.

Lan Zhen had already revealed his unreasonable and spoiled bear nature when he was just a child, and when he saw that Lin Zhizhi was good-looking, he forcefully tried to make Lin Zhizhi be friends with him.
However, obviously because of his father’s lectures and how he liked gentle Su Yu better, Lin Zhizhi rejected Lan Zhen.
From then on, Lan Zhen turned his love to hatred and regarded Lin Zhizhi as a thorn in his side.  

Since growing up, Lin Zhizhi and Su Yu were both a level above him in terms of their qualifications and unparalleled bearing, and were called the future hope of the Lin and Su Clans, stealing all the limelight from him among the four great clans, which made Lan Zhen hate them so much that his teeth itched! 

And this time he beat Lan Tian…… now it’s really a mixture of old and new hatred. 

But there was no use in looking for Lan Zhen, because Lan Zhen couldn’t beat Lin Zhizhi.

This tragic fact, although Lan Zhen was unwilling to admit it, had been proved through countless fights.
Lan Zhen going now would only just add another brush to Lin Zhizhi’s thick and colorful record. 

But having been bullied up to their heads, if they didn’t seek revenge they’re not a true noble character! If they don’t regain ground, the Lan Clan’s majesty will sweep rock bottom.
People will say that even if Lin Zhizhi beats someone from the Lan Clan, this Lan Clan’s Di son wouldn’t even dare to let out a single fart. 

Lan Zhen gritted his teeth, and decided to go find “that person”. 

He motioned for the follower who was still waiting for his response to leave first, and turned around to leave his master’s cave and headed deeper into the inner mountain. 

When he arrived at the Ximu2 Fairy Realm, Lan Zhen showed a rare respectful face and spoke to the guardian stone lion3 at the entrance of the realm, “I am Lan Zhen, acquainted with the young master, please notify him.” 

This stone lion had a spirit, and with a turn of its eyes, it transmitted the sound and appearance of the person in front of it to the young master inside.
After receiving permission to let him go, the stone lion moved its body to make way for the path into Ximu Fairy Realm.

Lan Zhen’s expression loosened and he walked in. 

The Ximu Fairy Realm was a paradise, where many rare and precious spiritual medicines that were hard to find outside were available.
Rare birds fluttered their wings in the sky, and the spiritual energy was even stronger than that of the inner mountains. 

This was Lan Zhen’s second time here, and he knew the route, heading towards the most massive palace in the center. 

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In the palace, a small child of about thirteen or fourteen years old was wearing a golden red cloak, and his finely carved little face was full of pride, seeing Lan Zhen running here, he spoke disapprovingly, “What are you looking for me for?”

Lan Zhen didn’t dare to offend this little ancestor and hurriedly compensated with a smile, “I’ve brought a lot of fun things this time.”

He said, pulling out a bunch of mechanical animals from his space ring, which were rare contraptions that he had purposely asked people to collect at the auction house and other places.

“Get to the business.” The child grabbed a spirit stone conveniently laid out on the table next to him, popping it into his mouth and eating it bite by bite. 

Seeing the child’s impatience, Lan Zhen recounted the story very briefly—in which he slightly distorted the story, describing Lin Zhizhi as the bully who was oppressing the Lan family and asked the child to come out and “regulate” him.

The child gave a “peh,” sound, shaking his little feet on the seat, “You came to beg me for this? Might as well, my father’s been watching me closely recently, and it’s boring, so let’s take a trip.”

Lan Zhen smiled and thanked him, but his heart was secretly fierce: Lin Zhizhi this is your end.

—Because the child’s identity was not ordinary. 

He was Feng Qin, the only son of God Transformation Stage demonic cultivator Qing Feng.
The demon tribe inherently had difficulty reproducing, and Qing Feng was already several thousand years old, with deep sentiment with his wife, but they never had a child.
Only recently was Feng Qin, this son of his, was born, who was so spoiled that he was even more pampered than Lan Zhen. 

The reason why Lan Zhen was able to claim relations with him was that the former patriarch of the Lan Clan once helped Qing Feng in the process of Nirvana, making Qing Feng feel that he owed a favor, thus they stayed in contact. 

The same level of demonic cultivators had always been a bit stronger than ordinary humans.
Don’t look at Feng Qin’s young age, but in terms of strength, Lin Zhizhi will be afraid that he’s really unable to beat him—Lan Zhen thought of Lin Zhizhi’s face being beaten down by the little shota,4 and laughed out loud as his empty mind filled with images. 

Feng Qin jumped down from his seat, gestured to Lan Zhen to lead the way, and followed him slowly out of Xumi Fairy Realm. 

Ba – suffix, sound, signifies: OK, right? I think?1. 

Xumi – Mt.
Meru or Sumeri, sacred mountain in Buddhist and Jian tradition2. 

Guardian Stone Lion – believed to bring peace and prosperity, as well as protect the residence from harm3.

Shota – little boy; the author actually used shota4. 

Chapter 10! Yay.
Reached double digits.

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