Chapter 10

At this moment, at least thirty outer disciples rushed out, surrounding Lin Mu tightly, leaving no room for escape. The faces of these outer disciples were filled with ridicule, mockery, and more obvious delight in his misfortune.

"Move aside."

Lin Mu said indifferently, not really taking these people seriously.

"Oh! What a big talker, a useless person who can’t even condense the pulse, yet has the nerve to come to the Xuan Yuan Sect for the assessment."

One of the outer disciples spoke with a very sharp and sarcastic tone. His gaze fell on Lin Mu, full of satisfaction, as if mocking a person with a dead pulse was a very exciting thing for him. Perhaps because Lin Mu had ranked first in the previous two assessments, even attracting a Xuan Yuan Realm expert to take him as a disciple, he felt a strong sense of jealousy. Now, seeing Lin Mu, once considered a genius by outsiders, reduced to a useless person with a dead pulse, he found it extremely satisfying.

This is human nature!

"Dead pulse, if I were you, I would have found a piece of tofu to bash my head against long ago. Hmph! Lin Mu, you burned our house, and we must settle this score. If you want to walk down this Ascending Dragon Stair, leave behind both your arms."

Another outer disciple had a sinister look on his face.

Lin Mu sneered inwardly. These outer disciples rushed out, but the inner disciples who had condensed the pulse and the two elders, Li Sheng, did not appear. This indicated that they had already condoned the actions of these outer disciples.

In other words, the other side did not take him seriously at all. A person with a dead pulse was nothing to them.

This is the coldness of the world, this is reality. If he were not a person with a dead pulse, several Xuan Yuan Realm elders would be vying to take him as a disciple. These outer disciples, who were only at the Body Tempering Realm, would not dare to shout at him, and the elders of the Xuan Yuan Sect would not stand idly by.

"Move aside, I don’t want to kill."

Lin Mu’s voice gradually turned cold, and his eyes were already emitting a cold, icy light.

"Kill? You still have the nerve to talk tough. I want to see how you can kill."

The first outer disciple who spoke coldly snorted. He was at the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm, with formidable cultivation, and did not take a person without inner strength seriously.

As he spoke, he suddenly extended his palm, reaching out to grab Lin Mu.

Unfortunately, his movement was far too slow in Lin Mu’s eyes. In a flash, Lin Mu’s large hand had already firmly gripped the person’s neck.

Lin Mu applied a little force, and the person immediately felt his breath cut off, the veins on his head bulging. The outer disciple tried to resist but was horrified to find that he could not move at all under the iron grip of the other’s hand.

"Even without condensing the pulse, killing you is like slaughtering a chicken."

Lin Mu’s eyes were as cold as a tide, and the unique aura of a war king radiated from him, making people shiver. The chilling gaze made the outer disciple feel as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Held firmly by Lin Mu, the outer disciple finally realized a fact: although the other could not condense the pulse, he himself was only at the Body Tempering Realm. He then remembered that the other had slept for a day and night in a fifteen times gravity field.

"Scram."

Lin Mu’s arm flicked, and with a strong push, the person was thrown ten zhang away, landing heavily on the hard ground and immediately passing out.

The remaining people were all dumbfounded, feeling the cold aura emanating from Lin Mu, they fell silent like cicadas in winter. An outer disciple at the seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm was thrown around like a chick in his hands.

With one move, he stunned the entire scene. Lin Mu did not look at the crowd again and stepped towards the Ascending Dragon Stair.

Lin Mu did not kill, although he wanted to.

Just as he stepped into the Yuanzhou region, he did not want to offend a powerful enemy like the Xuan Yuan Sect. Moreover, if he killed someone directly, he might not be able to leave. The Xuan Yuan Sect still had experts within.

However, just as he took two steps, he saw an elder in Xuan Yuan Sect attire running up from the bottom of the Ascending Dragon Stair. Lin Mu’s gaze focused on the elder, and his expression changed.

What made Lin Mu’s expression change was not the elder’s formidable cultivation at the sixth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, but the corpse the elder was carrying in his arms. The corpse was not unfamiliar; it was Zhang Li, whom he had killed in the forest.

Almost simultaneously, the elder’s gaze also fell on Lin Mu. His eyes narrowed, and then a killing intent burst forth.

"It’s you, you killed my grandson."

The elder gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Who is your grandson? What does his death have to do with me?"

Lin Mu, of course, would not admit it. He had killed Zhang Li without any witnesses, only Benben knew, and the unrighteous Benben had long since disappeared. He did not believe that this old man could identify him as the killer at first glance.

"Boy, you don’t need to argue. I used a Spirit Absorption Device to collect a faint trace of aura at the place where Li died. This aura is exactly the same as the one you emit."

The elder said coldly. The Spirit Absorption Device was a low-grade ordinary-level spirit treasure with no offensive power. Its use was to accelerate the absorption of heaven and earth’s essence, speeding up cultivation. This effect was more desirable than that of a high-grade ordinary-level spirit treasure.

The elder’s name was Zhang Xuan, an elder of the Xuan Yuan Sect, with cultivation at the sixth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm. He had a Spirit Absorption Device in his possession.

Zhang Li was his grandson, whom Zhang Xuan had always doted on. He used the Spirit Absorption Device to collect a trace of Zhang Li’s aura. When Zhang Li went out the day before and did not return, he opened the Spirit Absorption Device and found that the aura had completely disappeared.

When Lin Mu killed Zhang Li and the other two, the aura he emitted was too strong. By the time Zhang Xuan arrived, he still managed to collect a faint trace using the Spirit Absorption Device.

At this moment, after the incident at the Xuan Yuan Sect, although Lin Mu had not killed the outer disciples, he could not suppress his killing intent. The mixture of killing intent and cold aura was easily sensed by Zhang Xuan. Combined with Lin Mu’s unique aura of a war king, which was one-of-a-kind, Zhang Xuan immediately identified the black-clothed youth before him as the one who killed his grandson.

"What, this guy killed Senior Brother Zhang Li?"

"He doesn’t even have inner strength, how could he have the ability to kill Senior Brother Zhang Li, who is a Pulse Condensation Realm expert?"

Zhang Xuan’s words were heard by the outer disciples, who were all shocked.

"He must have had help. On his own, he is no match for Senior Brother Zhang Li. Let’s all work together to capture him and force out the other helpers."

A high-level Body Tempering Realm expert said coldly, and the outer disciples once again surrounded Lin Mu. No one believed that a person without inner strength could kill a Pulse Condensation Realm expert.

Most importantly, with Zhang Li’s death, Elder Zhang Xuan would surely be grief-stricken. This was their chance to show their worth. If they captured Lin Mu, Elder Zhang Xuan might be pleased enough to take them as disciples.

Moreover, this was the Xuan Yuan Sect. Even if Lin Mu were powerful, they did not believe he would dare to kill here, and there was an elder at the sixth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm present.

Thus, the outer disciples were reassured and only thought about performing well in front of the elder.

Unfortunately, they did not truly understand Lin Mu. A person who had died twice could easily turn into a bloodthirsty tiger.