Chapter 11

Below the arena, the Divine Martial Gate disciples were completely taken aback by Lin Fei’s domineering behavior. According to past situations, after losing a sparring match on the arena, it was rare for someone to snatch away another’s belongings as war trophies. However, Lin Fei boldly and recklessly took action, leaving no room for argument.

From start to finish, his actions did not make him seem domineering. On the contrary, it was as if he was encouraging their growth and setting a good example. Because of this incident, many family disciples suffered, and countless good things were plundered. Lin Fei was the one who started it all.

Lin Fei’s great victory lifted the spirits of the grassroots faction. They never thought that the family disciples would have such a day, and that Lin Fei would snatch away the *Shuiyu Shou* technique. It was their just desserts.

The family disciples, however, looked at Lin Fei with eyes that seemed ready to devour him. Zhang Chongshan had been stuck at the Fourth Level of Martial Dao for a long time, and advancing to the Fifth Level was just a matter of time. Unexpectedly, he met his match in Lin Fei, and his family’s face was completely stripped away.

More importantly, Zhang Chongshan had the *Shuiyu Shou* technique, a low-grade yellow-class mystic technique, on him, which Lin Fei, the young man, managed to snatch away. This was an incredible stroke of luck.

A yellow-class mystic technique, worth ten thousand taels of silver.

When Lin Fei took out the mystic technique manual, the family disciples in the audience wished they could have been in his place. Watching the manual be taken away made their hearts ache, but they couldn’t find any reason to challenge him; he had acted rightfully.

"Lin Fei, you are courting death, going against the family disciples like this."

"Hmph, if Lin Fei hadn’t taken the *Shuiyu Shou*, it would have been better. Now, we don’t even need to act. Zhang Fenglang, Zhang Chongshan’s cousin, is a Sixth Level Martial Dao expert with a considerable reputation in the outer sect. He will definitely take action to teach Lin Fei a lesson for his arrogance."

"What? Zhang Fenglang is Zhang Chongshan’s cousin? Hehe, this will be a good show."

"Allegedly, Zhang Chongshan has an older brother, and Zhang Fenglang has always been his right-hand man. Haha, Lin Fei is asking for trouble and will eventually suffer."

"Indeed, indeed. A mere Lin Fei, once Zhang Fenglang steps in, Lin Fei will be like a dead dog, waiting to be kicked off the arena."

"Lin Fei advancing to the Fourth Level of Martial Dao must have used some secret techniques. He won’t make any progress for the rest of his life. Opposing our family disciples means he will never have a bright future!"

...

After Lin Fei came down from the arena, the family disciples quickly carried Zhang Chongshan away. Staying on the arena any longer would only further humiliate them, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Senior Brother Lin Fei, well done."

"Those bastards have always bullied us grassroots. Lin Fei, you did a great job; you are our role model!"

"Senior Brother Lin Fei, you fought well, fought beautifully, and made them squawk like chickens."

...

As soon as Lin Fei came down, he was immediately surrounded by his junior brothers, who showered him with praise. It took great effort for him to squeeze out of the crowd.

"This feeling is amazing. No wonder movie stars love walking the red carpet; it’s incredibly satisfying."

Being the center of attention, Lin Fei felt an urge to let out a loud cry, releasing all the labels that had been placed on him. From now on, his life should be like this.

"High Man, how are your injuries?"

Among the disciples, there were no shortage of healing pills. After taking someone else’s healing pill, High Man’s complexion, though still pale, was better than before. The rest was just a matter of recuperation, which would take about a month.

"Lin Fei, you really kept this from me."

High Man was genuinely surprised and shocked by Lin Fei’s performance, especially his lightning-fast victory over Zhang Chongshan, which he himself couldn’t match.

"Hehe, just a stroke of luck, I took a shortcut!" Lin Fei said modestly.

"Regardless, you beat Zhang Chongshan, and everyone knows it. I’m particularly happy for you, brother. Once I recover, we’ll celebrate until we’re both drunk. However, you need to be extra careful about Zhang Chongshan and his group. They won’t let this go. You’ve stripped the family disciples of their dignity, and they will definitely come after you. I noticed you don’t have many mystic techniques. It’s best to visit the Technique Storage Pavilion and choose a suitable heart method and a mystic technique, just in case."

High Man’s sharp eyes saw through Lin Fei’s weaknesses and couldn’t help but give him a warning.

Actually, even without High Man’s reminder, Lin Fei had already had this idea. Today’s incident was purely unexpected, but the benefits were obvious. Not only did he rightfully obtain a low-grade yellow-class *Shuiyu Shou* technique worth ten thousand taels, but he also realized the gap between different mystic techniques.

"I’ll visit the Technique Storage Pavilion in the next few days!"

...

High Man was taken back to recover from his injuries.

Lin Fei returned to the demon beast slaughterhouse to continue completing his outer sect tasks. In two more days, the half-month period would end, and he would regain his freedom, no longer bound by restrictions.

News of Lin Fei’s battle with Zhang Chongshan spread rapidly among the lower-rank outer sect disciples. Although it couldn’t compare to the high-rank outer sect disciples, the label of arrogance and conceit was no longer mentioned.

For the high-rank outer sect disciples, the arena battle was just a small game, not taken seriously. No matter how capable the lower-rank disciples were, they could be easily dispatched with a single slap.

In the demon beast slaughterhouse.

News from the outside also reached the demon beast slaughterhouse. Lin Fei’s status instantly rose, and Ye Huan, the small leader, no longer dared to look down on him. He even personally returned the fifty taels of silver he had taken as a bribe, fearing any grudges.

...

Two days passed in a flash.

Lin Fei, with his completed task form, came out of the task area.

Thinking about the fat man’s respectful attitude this time, Lin Fei felt very pleased. In the Xuantian Continent, words were backed by strength, and he deeply understood this again.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds above, Lin Fei felt as if he were in a dream. In just half a month, his life had undergone a complete transformation.

"Now it’s time to visit the Technique Storage Pavilion!"

The Technique Storage Pavilion.

An important place in the Divine Martial Gate.

In any sect, the Technique Storage Pavilion was always a crucial area, storing a vast collection of techniques passed down through generations. Any mystic technique, if leaked outside, would cause a storm of blood and rain.

To enter the Technique Storage Pavilion, one’s strength must first be confirmed.

This process was quick. The Divine Martial Gate’s steward personally checked, and it was easy to determine one’s strength, especially for the Fourth Level of Martial Dao.

Lin Fei’s Divine Martial Gate token was re-infused with information.

Fourth Level of Martial Dao, Lin Fei.

...

"Is this the Technique Storage Pavilion?"

Standing before a towering ancient building filled with a sense of history, Lin Fei examined the ancient building.

As a person from another world, Lin Fei was exceptionally excited about the Technique Storage Pavilion. A legendary place, he never thought he would have the chance to step inside today.

After taking a few deep breaths, he stepped into the Technique Storage Pavilion.

Inside the Technique Storage Pavilion, there was a gray-robed old man at the entrance, looking lazy and ordinary, with no discernible aura. For some reason, Lin Fei felt a sense of danger from him, as if he could see through him completely, as if he were naked.

"Such a terrifying person, this old man must be an expert!"

The gray-robed old man checked his identity and threw the token back, his voice lazy.

"Your current status allows you to stay on the first floor for half an hour. You can choose one heart method and one mystic technique. Remember, do not attempt to go to the second floor. Don’t blame me if you die."

"Understood, disciple!"