Chapter 2 - The Third Level of Martial Realm (1/2)
Lin Yun hesitated while Su Ziyao didn’t care much, she turned around with the sword and left.
The charming male disciple stared at Lin Yun angrily and immediately followed up.
“Fuck, how lucky he is. Lin Yun is rewarded by Sister Su again. There must be at least three Body Nourishing Elixirs.”
“Sister Su has rewarded him so many times these two years. If I were him, I would reach the third level of Martial Realm long ago. He completely wastes it.”
“Haha, so you don’t have to envy him. I think he is extremely depressed about it too.”
“That’s right. Once a slave, always a slave. He is no one but a slave forever.”
The factotums in front of the Sword-cleaning Chamber mocked at Lin Yun jealously.
They could stay at Jadeon Sect as factotum only for two years and they would be forced out unless they reached the third level of Martial Realm or agreed to sell themselves as slaves just like Lin Yun did.
But only few people were as persistent as Lin Yun.
Not everyone was willing to give up liberty to be a slave, gambling for a promising future.
Thus those factotums felt superior and looked down upon Lin Yun all the time. Cynicism and racism were always in their tones.
Lin Yun had lived for two lifetimes, so he didn’t care about it but watched the jade bottle thoughtfully.
“What’s wrong with you? It’s Sister Su’s award. If you don’t want it, I will have it.”
The thin man stood beside Lin Yun said with a smile and bent down to pick the jade bottle up.
At that moment, a foot carrying wind kicked upon his wrist and then tapped downed precisely on the jade bottle.
Whoosh!
The jade bottle bounced up to the air. Lin Yun put his foot down and abruptly stretched out his hand to catch it. The whole movements were totally as smooth as the floating clouds and flowing rivers without any pause.
The thin man almost fell down. After standing up, he burst into anger and pointed at Lin Yun, “You little bastard how dare you fool me! You wanna die?”
He was Zhou Ping, an outer disciple with the fourth level of Martial Realm.
He was not highly qualified. But given that his father was an Outer Elder, he was assigned to be in charge of the Sword-Washing Chamber.
Although Sword-Washing Chamber was much less profitable than Elixir Pharmacy, Sect Affairs Administration, Treasure Palace, etc., but it was also benefited from no competitors which helped him to get all the advantages.
In the daily life, he usually bullied Lin Yun. More than half of the reward from Su Ziyao would be despoiled by him.
“Forget it, I will not be mean to you. It will lose my face. Take two out of three Body Nourishing Elixirs for me as usual, then I’ll let you off the hook,” said Zhou Ping while dusting his clothes with his hands.
Because these elixirs were from Su Ziyao, he didn’t dare to take all away. But the better part of them was a must. The previous Lin Yun was reluctant but would stoop to compromise.
However, time was different now, so was Lin Yun. Reaching the third level of Martial Realm, he was unafraid of Zhou Ping at all.
He cast a glimpse at the jade bottle, and complication loomed in his eyes. Then he put it away, turned and left, walking towards the Sword-washing Chamber.
“Stop!” Zhou Ping said angrily when he saw Lin Yun ignore him.
In front of these factotums, this guy did not give him face. It must affect his authority. However, Lin Yun didn’t stop.
“Fuck!”
Zhou Ping flew up and spread out his arms just like a furious goshawk and dived for Lin Yun. His bones rattled, which led to the straggling of air-flow and the wind ran wild.
The blood in his body flowed with bangs like the rolls of thunder. His momentum became stronger.
The inner energy was produced from blood. The inner energy and blood moved at will and were powerful like thunder, which was the symbol of the fourth level of Martial Realm.
Zhou Ping swooped on Lin Yun like a goshawk, and the martial art he used was Eagle Palm. Unlike Tiger Boxing, Eagle Palm was more powerful. In the higher level, it could become a claw, which could tear a tiger into pieces.