Chapter 26

Time rewound to half a day and a night before.

After Zichen left, Lin Xue went to find Su Mengyao.

The same small building, the same floral fragrance, the same mood.

"Senior Sister, please find a way to save Zichen," Lin Xue said anxiously as soon as she entered.

In Su Mengyao's room, few people dared to enter so boldly, but Lin Xue was definitely one of them.

"What's wrong, Xue'er? What happened to Zichen this time?" Su Mengyao, dressed in spotless white, sat quietly on a chair and asked softly when she saw Lin Xue come in.

"He offended someone again," Lin Xue then recounted everything that happened afterward. First, he offended Wang Meng, then Wang Xiong, followed by Wu Sheng, and finally Luo Men.

Su Mengyao's brows furrowed as she listened. After a moment, she said calmly, "Didn't you say Zichen was very calm before? Why is he so impulsive now? If he has a way to solve it himself, that's great. If not, it's just a momentary gratification, and there's no need to bother with him. A person who acts without considering the consequences, even if saved once, will die a miserable death the next time."

"This arrogant behavior is even worse than those second-generation rich kids. At least they have a background and the capital to be arrogant. What does he have?"

Su Mengyao's words were harsh, but they were the truth, and Lin Xue couldn't refute them. In her heart, she also agreed with Su Mengyao's view. Today, Zichen's handling of the situation was indeed lacking in consideration.

"But Zichen has his reasons. Who made his quota be taken away?" Lin Xue said, unwilling to give up.

Su Mengyao replied, "Because his quota was taken away, he should be even more calm, not act out of spite. The quota is important, but if he loses his life, what use is the quota?"

Suddenly, Su Mengyao smiled lightly, "But Zichen said something right. If he really kills Wu Sheng, no one will compete for the quota. But without competition, he will face the wrath of the Second Elder, who might accuse him of killing a fellow disciple and expel him from the sect."

Lin Xue left dejectedly. She had no other way to help Zichen, at least not in the short term.

Everything would depend on Zichen.

At the same time, Wang Xiong and others gathered together.

"What the hell is Zichen up to, a mad dog?" Wang Meng couldn't help but curse. He hated Zichen to death. With True Qi at the sixth level and a second-rate combat technique, he only managed to place fifth in the competition, which was extremely embarrassing.

They gathered to discuss how to deal with Zichen, but they had just heard that Zichen had offended Wu Sheng and Luo Men.

Everyone knew who Wu Sheng was, a core disciple and a protégé of the Second Elder, whom no one dared to touch. As for Luo Men, who was assigned to the most lucrative position in the Inner Sect, he was certainly no ordinary person.

Although he had the strength of True Qi at the eighth level, he was absolutely not comparable to Wang Xiong.

"Since Zichen has offended both of them, he is bound to die. But they won't act immediately. We should take the initiative," Wang Xiong said.

Zichen had offended him before, so he wouldn't let Zichen off.

Moreover, if they killed Zichen, they might win the favor of Luo Men and Wu Sheng, achieving three goals at once.

"If we kill Zichen, will it make Senior Brother Luo Men and Wu Sheng unhappy?" someone asked worriedly.

"No, they can't act immediately due to their status, and they probably wish Zichen dead," Wang Xiong said.

"Alright, I, Wei Lin, will go and kill him now," a young man suddenly stood up, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Wei Lin, you go? You are at the sixth level of True Qi, have you broken through?" Wang Xiong looked at Wei Lin in surprise.

"I broke through yesterday, now at the seventh level of True Qi, enough to deal with Zichen," Wei Lin said confidently, "I'll go deal with him now."

"You're crazy, it's only the first day, you should wait until tomorrow morning," Wang Xiong said, eyes wide.

"Hehe, I forgot, I'll let him live one more day," Wei Lin laughed.

The next morning, Wei Lin arrived early at Zichen's door.

"Zichen, come out," Wei Lin shouted.

At that moment, Zichen was refining the last two True Qi pills and naturally ignored him.

"Zichen, get out, Senior Wei has something to talk to you," another shout echoed.

Before Zichen appeared, many Inner Sect disciples came out. Some of them recognized Wei Lin and were suddenly taken aback.

Wei Lin, with the strength of True Qi at the sixth level, stood alone outside Zichen's door. The day before, Zichen had defeated Wang Meng and Wu Sheng, both at the sixth level of True Qi. Wei Lin's current shouting at the door left everyone puzzled.

"Is Wei Lin here to die? He dares to call out to Zichen at the sixth level of True Qi?"

"Even at the sixth level, he dares to come. Does he think he's stronger than Wu Sheng? He's just asking for death."

"Not asking for death, but confident. He might have broken through, and Wei Lin is close to Wang Xiong."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

"Get out, Zichen, Senior Wei has something to talk to you," Wei Lin shouted arrogantly, but there was no response from Zichen's room.

The Lingwu Sect had a rule: no fighting within the sect. Inner Sect disciples could resolve conflicts on the battle platform. So even if Wei Lin wanted to kill Zichen, he couldn't kick down his door.

Thus, everyone heard Wei Lin's angry shouts, but there was no response from Zichen's room.

"Is Zichen not in his room?" someone couldn't help but guess.

After nearly a quarter of an hour of shouting, Zichen's room still showed no sign of movement. Just as Wei Lin was guessing that Zichen wasn't in the room, the door suddenly opened.

"Which dog is barking outside?" Zichen stretched lazily, pretending to have just woken up.

"You're sleeping, who are you calling a dog?" Seeing Zichen's appearance, Wei Lin's anger flared up immediately.

"Whoever is barking is a dog," Zichen said coldly.

"You're the dog," Wei Lin said, his nose almost out of place with anger.

"Zichen," a soft voice called out. Lin Xue, dressed in white, walked over from a distance and said softly to Zichen, "He's called Wei Lin, rumored to have only the strength of True Qi at the sixth level, and is close to Wang Xiong. Since he dares to come today, he might have broken through. Be careful and don't provoke him."

"How do you know?" Zichen was very surprised.

"Miaokong told me," Lin Xue said.

At that moment, Miaokong was standing in the crowd, not coming over.

The two looked at each other, and Zichen expressed his gratitude with his eyes. Then he looked at Wei Lin and said, "Mad dog, barking at the door so early, what do you want?"

"You," Wei Lin was furious, trying hard to control himself from attacking, and said coldly, "I came to borrow something from you."

"Borrow what?"

"Give me some face, lend me nine True Qi pills."

Zichen looked at Wei Lin as if he were a fool and said sarcastically, "What are you, do I know you? Is your face worth nine True Qi pills?"

Zichen's words were harsh because the other party was there to cause trouble.

"Brat, if you don't give me face, come to the battle platform for a life-or-death match," Wei Lin said.

"Idiot, are you sick?" Zichen said sarcastically.

"Brat, you insulted me, I challenge you," Wei Lin said loudly, as if he had the upper hand.

"Why should I agree, idiot?" Zichen said again.

"Because you insulted him, we can be witnesses, you must accept the challenge," the crowd parted, and Wang Xiong and others came forward in a large group.

"Insulted just because you say so?" Zichen looked at Wang Xiong.

After a night of refining nine True Qi pills, Zichen now had the physique of a seventh-level fierce beast and the strength of True Qi at the sixth level. Although he couldn't defeat Wang Xiong at the peak of the eighth level, in a fight, the other party definitely couldn't kill him.

"Right, we can be witnesses. According to the rules of the Lingwu Sect, you insulted him first, and you must accept the challenge," Wang Xiong said with a cold smile.

Zichen knew this was a plot against him.

He had no choice but to agree.

"Challenge? If there's no stake, don't blame me for not agreeing," Zichen said with a cold smile, determined to maximize the benefits if he had to fight.

Fighting for no reason, wasting time and energy, was boring. If there were some gains, Zichen would be happy to do it.

"What stake?" Wang Xiong frowned.

"Eight True Qi pills," Zichen said, a bright light flashing in his eyes.

"Hiss." A gasp of surprise came from the distance.

A stake of eight True Qi pills was terrifying. In terms of contribution points, it was sixteen points, almost comparable to a five-hundred-year-old medicinal herb.

Even Wang Xiong, with his wealth, was shocked by this number. He didn't have that many True Qi pills. The five he gave to Wang Meng were hard to come by.

"What, scared? If you're scared, don't bark here," Zichen said with a cold smile.

No one thought Zichen couldn't come up with the pills, as he had nine True Qi pills yesterday, and at most, he would have used one, leaving eight.

But no one knew that Zichen had refined all the True Qi pills in one night and couldn't produce even one today.

Under the watchful eyes of the disciples, Wang Xiong was very hesitant. Eight True Qi pills were too many, and he couldn't come up with them. But then, the others beside him started whispering.

"Five True Qi pills, we'll bet," Wang Xiong said coldly after a moment. They could gather five True Qi pills among them.

"Alright. I accept this mad dog's challenge," Zichen nodded, ignoring Wei Lin's ashen face, and said to Wang Xiong, "If someone loses and suddenly changes their mind, what then?"

"Hmph, worry about yourself. A few True Qi pills are nothing to us. Our reputation is more valuable than a few True Qi pills," the other disciples beside Wang Xiong said coldly.

"Alright."

Zichen walked towards the battle platform first, looking very confident.

"Putting on airs, you'll die without knowing how," Wang Xiong said, looking at Zichen's back with a cold smile.

"When you attack, be ruthless. If you can't kill him, cripple him," Wang Xiong whispered.

"Of course, for this brat's insult, I'll cripple him," Wei Lin said confidently.

The battle platform was quickly reached, the same place as the previous competition. Many Inner Sect disciples, hearing about the challenge, came to watch.

A stake of ten True Qi pills was a large number.

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