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 hurriedly 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 already broken through to the third level of martial arts. Giving them to this guy 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 is 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 determined 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, and then the foot kicked down, hitting the jade bottle.

Whoosh!

The jade bottle was kicked high into the air. Lin Yun put down his foot, reached out, and firmly grabbed it.

The entire action 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 was not 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, was not as prestigious as 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 took away most of the rewards given by Su Zhirao.

"Fine, I won’t stoop to your level, a sword slave. It would be beneath me. 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.

Since the pills were a reward from Su Zhirao, he didn’t dare to take them all. But taking the majority was a must.

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

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.

Looking at the jade bottle in his palm, a complex expression flashed in Lin Yun’s eyes. He put it in his pocket 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 cracking, 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, responding to his will, was a sign of the peak of the fourth level of martial arts.

The technique he used, the Eagle Claw Technique, 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 something wrong 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 Technique is already at a minor level. This 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 was disciplined and lay in bed for three months, and then he became obedient."

A group of servants, seeing the commotion, put down their work. With a sense of satisfaction, they watched eagerly.

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 tiger shadow seemed to appear behind Lin Yun, roaring.

Turning, punching, the movements were smooth and unobstructed.

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

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 punch and palm met with a loud explosion. Lin Yun took three steps back, his internal qi and blood surging, barely suppressing it.

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

Many servants were surprised. The expected scene of Lin Yun being crippled by a single palm did not 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 confident. You’ve made some progress recently."

Lin Yun analyzed in his mind. He had a chance to fully block that palm just now.

But he had just entered the third level of martial arts and hadn’t formally practiced inner qi. He also lacked combat experience, showing some hesitation in battle.

Although he took three steps back, Lin Yun’s confidence was boosted by this exchange.

Zhou Ping is nothing special; there’s no need to be too 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, forcing Lin Yun to step back step by step.

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

Even his techniques had many flaws. The more a person exposed, the more flaws they had, which was the reason.

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 Lin Yun became composed, not only blocking but also counterattacking.

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 alarmed and 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.

Then, 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!

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

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 speechless.

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