Chapter 92

"Uh..." Yi Yun was taken aback, really going to fight?

No way, previously because of Old Man Su's instigation, he had a fight with Lin Xintong, but in fact, Yi Yun could tell that Lin Xintong didn't really want to fight him at that time.

What cultivation level did she have, and what level did he have? It was completely disproportionate, this was like an adult bullying a child.

However, perhaps because Lin Xintong had no airs, she didn't mind lowering her status to guide him, so a fight was just a fight.

But today, what was there to fight about? Yi Yun asked in confusion, "Miss Lin, are you joking with me? What is there to fight about between us?"

Lin Xintong shook her head, "I don't like jokes. As for why I want to fight you, it's related to a secret of mine."

"Secret?"

Yi Yun's curiosity was immediately piqued. What secrets could this proud daughter of the heavens have?

It had to be said that as a modern internet user, Yi Yun still had a strong interest in gossip, but since she didn't say, he couldn't ask recklessly.

"That... I'm a bit hungry, I don't have the strength today."

Yi Yun rubbed his stomach, with a bitter smile.

Lin Xintong floated down from the ancient pine tree, standing in front of Yi Yun. She flicked her finger, and a streak of light flashed.

Yi Yun subconsciously caught it, and when he looked, he saw a red crystal the size of a peanut, crystal clear, as if made of congealed blood, emitting a dense energy aura.

"This... this is... a Wasteland Bone Sarira!?"

Yi Yun was excited. The legendary Wasteland Bone Sarira, refined by the Wasteland Celestial Master from Wasteland Bones, was invaluable, and only the elites of prestigious families could enjoy it.

"No." Lin Xintong shook her head, "With your strength, eating a Wasteland Bone Sarira would cause you to burst and die. The one in your hand is a Fierce Beast Sarira that I refined myself. In fact, the so-called elites of major families who claim to cultivate using Wasteland Bone Sarira mostly eat Fierce Beast Sarira, like the one in your hand!"

"Fierce Beast Sarira..." Yi Yun was stunned, then suddenly realized. Yes, the number of fierce beasts was thousands or even tens of thousands of times more than that of wasteland beasts. Throughout the Cloud Wasteland, outside the territory of the human race, it was everywhere filled with fierce beasts.

These fierce beasts had the ability to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, growing stronger by relying on this essence, and they were very powerful.

Killing these fierce beasts, one could also refine sariras from them. So many fierce beast sariras were naturally consumed by the various major families.

However, Lin Xintong saying that the fierce beast sarira was refined by herself made Yi Yun's heart stir. He didn't expect that this girl was also a Wasteland Celestial Master, or at least a quasi-Wasteland Celestial Master.

Truly, comparing people can make one die of envy. Not only was she of noble birth and strong, but she was also a Wasteland Celestial Master. Achieving such accomplishments at her age, was she even letting others live?

"Your strength has reached the Qi Induction Realm. I will enhance my Body Refinement to the Fourth Layer of Mortal Blood to fight you. I will still use the 'Dragon Sinew Tiger Bone Fist.' You'd better be careful. In our previous fight, I didn't take it seriously, and due to some reasons, I was distracted during the fight. But this time, I won't be."

Lin Xintong's voice was calm. The last time she was distracted during the fight was naturally because of the changes in her meridians.

And when her meridians changed, Lin Xintong was using the 'Dragon Sinew Tiger Bone Fist' to fight Yi Yun, so this time, Lin Xintong would still use the 'Dragon Sinew Tiger Bone Fist.'

"Thank you for the reminder, Miss Lin. I will be careful." Yi Yun played with the fierce beast sarira in his hand, feeling a tempting fragrance emanating from it, as if it were the most delicious food.

Under the moonlight, the sarira was red and translucent, like a red crystal.

It was truly a work of art. Lin Xintong could refine such a beautiful fierce beast sarira, which was enviable.

But no matter how beautiful, it had to be eaten. Yi Yun was hungry.

He ate the fierce beast sarira like a peanut, putting it in his mouth.

This was Yi Yun's first time eating such a high-grade item. He found that the fierce beast sarira wasn't as hard as a stone as he had originally thought, but rather elastic and could be chewed.

Yi Yun chewed the fierce beast sarira, and a flavor similar to fine wine spread from it, filling his mouth.

"Delicious! Truly delicious! So this is the taste of a fierce beast sarira. If I eat this regularly, I might get addicted! However, a fierce beast sarira can't replace delicious food. This is a completely different kind of enjoyment from eating salt-baked chicken."

Eating delicious food was one kind of enjoyment, drinking fine wine was another, and smoking was yet another. The three were incomparable, and none could replace the others.

The sarira entered Yi Yun's stomach and slowly transformed into a warm current, spreading throughout his body.

Yi Yun's originally empty stomach immediately felt full, and he felt this warm current rushing around in his body, making him eager to release it.

He now wanted a good fight, a thoroughly satisfying battle!

Yi Yun looked at Lin Xintong, his eyes filled with excitement.

After eating and drinking, he was ready to digest, and having a high-level sparring partner, how could he not be excited?

Although his cultivation had already reached the peak of the Qi Induction Realm, his personal strength and foundation were undeniable, but he still had a flaw: his combat experience was too little, even less than Lian Chengyu.

Lian Chengyu used to spar with Yao Yuan every day. Yao Yuan had once been a Purple Blood Warrior, living a life on the edge, and the combat experience he taught Lian Chengyu was naturally extraordinary.

In contrast, Yi Yun didn't understand fighting techniques or martial arts. He had only experienced two actual battles, and with his fully refined body, his combat power was greatly reduced.

Now, sparring with a high-level expert like Lin Xintong was just right to make up for his shortcomings.

Yi Yun was so excited that he couldn't help but wave at Lin Xintong, almost saying, "Come at me."

However, Yi Yun soon realized that one shouldn't be too overconfident, or they would regret it.

He had just waved, and Lin Xintong disappeared from his field of vision.

In the next blink, Lin Xintong appeared in front of Yi Yun as if by teleportation. Yi Yun felt his vision blur, and then he felt as if his chest had been hit by a large hammer.

"Bang!"

Lin Xintong's palm struck Yi Yun's chest, and Yi Yun felt his bones deform, his internal organs churn, and the pain was unbearable. This girl, who looked so gentle, was like a human tyrannosaurus!

"Boom!"

Yi Yun was thrown heavily into a large tree, breaking it. He saw stars and struggled to get up. Fortunately, he had eaten a fierce beast sarira, or he might have vomited everything out if he had eaten salt-baked chicken.

At this moment, Lin Xintong didn't look at Yi Yun but at her hand.

That mysterious feeling from the previous strike still hadn't appeared...

Was it just an illusion...

Lin Xintong was a bit disappointed. She turned to look at Yi Yun and said calmly, "You were too careless. A true warrior's pupils contract when facing an enemy, locking onto every movement. Just before I attacked you, your eyes were looking at me, but not at my entire body, only at my face."

Caught by Lin Xintong's words, Yi Yun blushed. This girl had sharp eyes.

But if you noticed, you shouldn't say it.

Yi Yun coughed dryly, adjusted his mindset, and focused on Lin Xintong's every move.

Yi Yun was indeed a bit careless just now, but looking at Lin Xintong's face was just a subconscious action. He wasn't a seasoned warrior, and in a fight, he couldn't immediately lock onto every movement like Lin Xintong said.

Although Lin Xintong was beautiful, Yi Yun had only met her by chance. He had some good feelings, but not to the point of having any thoughts.