Chapter 2

Lin Yun hesitated, but Su Zhirao didn’t seem to care at all. She held the precious sword, turned, and walked away.

The handsome and extraordinary male disciple glared at Lin Yun and quickly turned to chase after her.

"Damn, that Lin Yun kid has such good luck, receiving another reward from Senior Sister Su. There are probably at least three health-preserving pills in that jade bottle. How awesome!"

"In the past two years, Senior Sister Su has given this kid countless pills. If it were me, I would have broken through to the third level of martial arts long ago. Giving them to him is a complete waste."

"Haha, so there’s no need to envy. This kid has received so many rewards but still can’t break through to the third level of martial arts. He must be so frustrated that he’s spitting blood."

"That’s right, once a slave, always a slave. This life, he’s destined to be a sword slave."

The servants working in front of the Sword Washing Hall, seeing this scene, began to mock with envy.

They were servants and could stay in the Qingyun Sect for two years. If they couldn’t break through to the third level of martial arts during this time, they would have to leave Qingyun. To stay, they would have to sell themselves into slavery like Lin Yun.

However, there were very few people as persistent as Lin Yun.

Not everyone was willing to give up their freedom and become a slave, gambling with their future.

Therefore, these servants always considered themselves superior to Lin Yun, with a strong sense of superiority. Their words were always filled with mockery.

Having lived two lives, Lin Yun was more open-minded and didn’t take it to heart. He just looked at the jade bottle at his feet, lost in thought.

"You, have you changed your nature today? You actually don’t want the reward from Senior Sister Su? If you don’t want it, I’ll take it."

The thin man standing next to Lin Yun laughed and bent down to pick up the medicine bottle.

Just as he was about to pick it up, a foot kicked his wrist with a whistling sound. Then that foot kicked down, hitting the jade bottle.

Whoosh!

The jade bottle was kicked high up, and Lin Yun put down his foot, reached out, and grabbed it in one swift motion.

The entire set of movements was smooth and seamless.

The thin man almost fell over. After getting up, he was furious and pointed at Lin Yun, saying, "You little brat, dare to play tricks on me? Are you tired of living?"

This man was named Zhou Ping, an outer sect disciple with the strength of the fourth level of martial arts. His talent wasn’t high, but his father was an outer sect elder, so he was assigned to manage the Sword Washing Hall.

The Sword Washing Hall, though a low-profile department, couldn’t compare to the Medicine Hall, Sect Affairs Hall, or Spirit Treasure Hall. However, it had the advantage of no competition, allowing him to monopolize all the benefits.

In the past, this guy often bullied Lin Yun, and the rewards given by Su Zhirao were often taken away by him.

"Forget it, I won’t stoop to your level, sword slave. I’ll lose my dignity. According to the old rules, there are three health-preserving pills in the jade bottle. Give me two, and I’ll let you off today."

Zhou Ping put down his hand, dusted off the dirt, and said indifferently.

Because the pills were a reward from Su Zhirao, he didn’t dare to take them all, but he had to take the majority.

In the past, Lin Yun was dissatisfied but had to compromise due to the situation.

But times have changed. The current Lin Yun is no longer the same, and he has already broken through to the third level of martial arts, not fearing this person at all.

He glanced at the jade bottle in his palm, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. He put it in his chest and turned to walk towards the Sword Washing Hall.

"Stop right there!"

Seeing Lin Yun turn and walk away, ignoring him, Zhou Ping was truly angry.

In front of so many servants, this guy dared to not give him face. How could he command respect in the future? But Lin Yun still didn’t stop, continuing to walk towards the Sword Washing Hall.

"Looking for death!"

Zhou Ping leaped into the air, spreading his arms like an angry eagle. He dove towards Lin Yun, his bones crackling, causing the air to swirl and form a fierce wind.

His blood flowed, making a deep rumbling sound, and his aura grew stronger.

The inner qi generated from his blood, combined with his will, made his qi and blood roar like thunder, a hallmark of the peak of the fourth level of martial arts.

The technique he used, the Eagle Claw Skill, was more advanced than the Tiger Fist. At higher levels, it could transform the palm into a claw, capable of tearing a live tiger in half.

"Haha, this kid is in for it. He must have eaten the wrong thing today to dare offend Senior Brother Zhou."

"Senior Brother Zhou is at the fourth level of martial arts, with a palm strength of a thousand pounds. The Eagle Claw Skill is already at a minor level. This one palm will make Lin Yun lie in bed for at least half a month."

"Probably his bad temper is acting up again. Last year, he did the same thing and was taught a lesson, lying in bed for three months before he became obedient."

A group of servants, seeing the commotion, put down their work. With a sense of satisfaction, they looked forward to the show.

As the wind rose, Lin Yun immediately felt it. The technique of the Tiger Fist appeared in his mind, and he turned and punched.

A faint image of a tiger seemed to appear behind Lin Yun, roaring.

He turned, punched, and the movements were smooth and unobstructed.

But when Lin Yun saw Zhou Ping, a powerful aura came at him. Zhou Ping looked down at him like an eagle, his eyes sharp and terrifying.

Lin Yun, who was about to crack his bones to boost his aura, was startled. The bone-cracking failed, and his aura weakened, failing to fully unleash the power of the Tiger Fist.

Bang!

The palm and fist collided, producing a loud explosion. Lin Yun took three steps back, his qi and blood surging, and it took great effort to suppress them.

"What’s going on? Lin Yun actually blocked that palm."

The servants were surprised. The expected scene of Lin Yun being crippled by one palm didn’t happen; he only took three steps back.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Ping’s eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "You, no wonder you’re so bold. It seems you’ve made some progress recently."

Lin Yun analyzed in his mind that he had a chance to completely block that palm.

He had just entered the third level of martial arts and hadn’t formally practiced inner strength or had any combat experience. In the face of an opponent, he showed some hesitation.

Although he took three steps back, Lin Yun’s confidence grew through this exchange.

Zhou Ping is nothing special; there’s no need to be overly afraid.

"But if you think you can get away with this, you’re being too naive."

Zhou Ping roared and charged at Lin Yun again, spreading his arms like an eagle, creating a fierce wind.

His aura was overwhelming, pressing Lin Yun back step by step.

Lin Yun was retreating, but he did so in an orderly manner, not in chaos. Each exchange made him feel that Zhou Ping was nothing special.

Even in his techniques, there were many flaws. The more a person exposed, the more flaws they showed.

The situation was unexpected for Zhou Ping. Except for the first few palms, which Lin Yun couldn’t block, the more they fought, the more composed Lin Yun became. He could not only block but also counterattack.

What’s going on? How did Lin Yun’s strength suddenly become so strong? It feels like he’s using me to practice. I have to end this.

Zhou Ping was secretly alarmed and became anxious. If he couldn’t defeat Lin Yun, he wouldn’t be able to continue in the Sword Washing Hall.

"Good opportunity!"

Seeing Zhou Ping’s momentary distraction, Lin Yun’s eyes focused, and a bone-cracking sound echoed like a deep mountain roar.

Immediately, the bone-cracking continued, ringing a hundred times, as he unleashed the Tiger Roar in the Mountain technique.

"Bone-cracking a hundred times, this guy has broken through!"

Zhou Ping was shocked, completely not expecting that the sword slave he had always looked down upon had entered the third level of martial arts, leaving him stunned.

Lin Yun didn’t care and punched, the bone-cracking a hundred times, like a tiger’s roar, shaking the mountains!

This punch was unstoppable, taking advantage of Zhou Ping’s moment of shock, like a tiger, striking his chest.

A loud thud echoed, and Zhou Ping flew through the air, landing on the ground. Several of his ribs were broken, causing intense pain.

The servants were stunned, completely dumbfounded.

"Third level of martial arts, Lin Yun has reached the third level of martial arts!"