Chapter 97

Bai Qin Yun's only flaw in his character is his excessive love for adventure.

He often acts without considering the consequences.

After a thorough check, Liu Qihai finally breathed a sigh of relief, nodded at Chu Hen and Pan Weimin, indicating that there was no major issue, and hurriedly led them to a nearby medical room for auxiliary treatment.

"Four people, three have already tried, one remains."

Cao Potian's gaze finally settled on Lin Beichen, and he said, "You haven't spoken, are you afraid? As the top genius of the second year and a proud disciple of Ding San Shi, are you really inferior to a girl who is several years younger than you?"

Lin Beichen laughed, "Haha, your true target, Cao Potian, is actually me, right? You are nothing but a traitor who betrayed your roots, and after just a few years of climbing up the ranks in Baiyun City, you can't wait to come back and show off, like a jumping clown. Don't you find it ridiculous?"

"What did you say?"

Cao Potian's face changed drastically, his eyes filled with anger.

The biggest blemish in his life was his betrayal of Ding San Shi and his subsequent allegiance to Bai Hai Qin.

What he hated most was when others mentioned this in front of him.

It was no different from being slapped in public.

"I said..."

Lin Beichen took a few steps forward, his aura spreading, his sharpness fully revealed, and he said with a cold laugh, "Cao Potian, in the eyes of the swordsmen of Yunmeng City, you are nothing but a jumping clown. Why show off? It's just a mere invitation, haha, go ahead and send it. If I move even a step when I receive it, I'll admit defeat."

The faces of everyone in the Sword Polishing Hall changed simultaneously.

His words were too bold.

Everyone had seen what happened to Han Bufu earlier.

Although Lin Beichen was the top genius of the second year, compared to a third-year senior like Han Bufu, even if his combat power was higher, it wouldn't be by much.

To receive the invitation without moving a step?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Cao Potian threw his head back and laughed, "So there really are madmen like you in this world who will say anything to gain fame. Lin Beichen, do you know what your words mean?"

Lin Beichen hooked his finger, "Enough talk. Send the invitation."

These were the words Han Bufu had said earlier.

He deliberately repeated them.

A warm look appeared in Han Bufu's eyes.

He could see that Lin Beichen was standing up for him.

But...

Can he really catch it?

Chu Hen and the others also had a glint in their eyes.

Lin Beichen's bold confrontation certainly made them feel very, very good.

But empty words won't do.

If he fails to catch it, he will be even more embarrassed, and it will become a huge laughingstock.

Cao Potian's eyes were filled with a fierce look, his hostility unmasked, and he said with a cold laugh, "Fine, since you want to humiliate yourself, I'll oblige you."

As he spoke,

Whoosh!

Another red invitation

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As he spoke,

Whoosh!

Another red invitation slowly floated out of his palm.

This time, the invitation moved more slowly.

But the strange whistling sound it emitted was even more piercing.

The air currents around the invitation visibly swirled like waves.

Chu Hen and the others all changed their expressions.

Everyone could see that Cao Potian had used more force this time.

If the invitation Han Bufu faced earlier had such terrifying power, he would not have just spat blood and fallen, but his arms would have been broken.

Seeing the situation, Chu Hen was about to intervene to prevent Lin Beichen from getting hurt.

But at that moment, Lin Beichen took a step forward, extended his hand, and said, "Come."

In the next instant, everyone's vision blurred.

The invitation suddenly vanished in mid-air without warning.

Then, a bright red appeared in Lin Beichen's palm.

What else could it be but the invitation?

"It's just a small piece of paper... An invitation should be a courteous gift, written and presented with respect, representing character and manners. But you, a clown, can't wait to use it as a tool to show off. Haha, Cao Potian, you really bring glory to Baiyun City."

Lin Beichen said calmly, opening the invitation.

"On the 15th night, the moonlight fills the sky."

"At the peak of Ling Mansion, one sword pierces the mystery."

The content was identical to the invitation Chu Hen had received.

The difference was in the patterns and mystical veins on the invitation.

Chu Hen's invitation was one of the twelve sent to the sword masters of Yunmeng City, while this one was one of the twelve sent to the young sword geniuses of the city.

Cao Potian stood frozen in place.

His handsome face was filled with shock.

He could hardly believe his eyes.

What exactly happened in that instant?

How did the invitation suddenly end up in Lin Beichen's hand?

Could it be the legendary technique of projecting mystical energy to capture things mid-air?

That was something only martial arts experts at the Great Martial Master level could do.

Lin Beichen was just a student at a junior college, how could he possibly reach such a level?

Chu Hen, Pan Weimin, and the other instructors were also shocked.

They didn't understand what had happened in that instant, but that didn't stop the extreme excitement on their faces.

Because Lin Beichen had truly achieved what he boasted.

He really didn't move a step and caught the invitation.

Awesome!

Seeing the look of shock and surprise on Cao Potian's superior face, they felt like they had eaten a cold fruit on a hot summer day.

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"To think that I, who am not as strong as Senior Han Bufu, can casually catch your invitation, haha, it's clear that Senior Han was just caught off guard by your sinister secret technique earlier. You only resort to such underhanded methods."

"Nonsense, I am—"

Cao Potian was furious.

Lin Beichen laughed coldly, his mockery unhidden, and directly interrupted, "Enough, no more talk. I've done it. If you want to send a third invitation, I won't mind. Although the paper is a bit hard, it's still valuable, and it won't be too uncomfortable to use it to wipe after defecation."

"You—"

Cao Potian's mentality completely collapsed.

He had an impulse to draw his sword and stab Lin Beichen on the spot.

But the rationality deep in his heart made him hold back.

This was the territory of the Third Academy.

The three major figures and over a dozen instructors, plus the unpredictable Lin Beichen—this brat was chosen by Ding San Shi, and Cao Potian still had some respect for the old man who had led him on the path of swordsmanship and discovered his sword talent.

If a fight really broke out, he might not have the upper hand and could suffer a loss.

"Lin Beichen, don't be too smug."

Cao Potian forced down his anger.

He said with a cold laugh, "Since you've caught the invitation, please attend the appointment on time. Hehe, the night of the sword trial will have more real tests waiting for you. At that time, it will test true strength and sword skills, not some trickery. I hope you can still be as smug then."

Lin Beichen retorted, "Is that so? I look forward to it. I also hope that at that time, you will speak with your true abilities, not rely on the prestige of Baiyun City to embellish your facade. That only makes you seem shallow, ignorant, and pitiful."

Cao Potian was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

This Lin Beichen had a vicious tongue.

"Goodbye."

He turned and left.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment longer.

Li Qingxuan's face showed a gentle look, and he secretly gave Lin Beichen a thumbs up before turning to leave with the other education officials.

The atmosphere in the Sword Polishing Hall instantly became lively and enthusiastic.

"Good kid, how did you do it just now?"

Chu Hen asked with great joy.

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