Chapter 4 - You’re an Exception! (2/2)
He sweated like a pig, exhausted, but still carried on.
Even though he would be scared and shiver to the extent psychological scars might be left on his mind every time he unfolded the scroll, he still held on biting hard his teeth and summoned up the courage to unfold the scroll again and again.
Tiger Dashing Down from Mountain Top!
Lin Yun shouted out loud after repeating the process ten times and the second killing skill of Tiger Fist was carried out by him without any hindrance.
In an instant, as if turning into a tiger, he jumped nearly one and a half meters into the air, almost touching the ceiling.
During his landing, bones inside his body made cracking sounds like whistling wind, ear-deafening.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The overflowed gale blew away everything in the cabin and made pieces of furniture scatter here and there on the ground, leaving the room in a mess.
Tiger Roaring in Forest, Tiger Dashing down from Mountain Top, and Tiger Worshipped by All Beasts were the three killing skills of Tiger Fist. The first two moves could only build up one’s body and refine Qi-blood.
At this moment, Lin Yun succeeded in the first two killing skills, leaving only the last one—Tiger Worshipped by All Beasts.
Brilliance shimmered in Lin Yun’s eyes. The scroll is indeed a treasure, with the help of which his martial arts improved more than what he had to practice for half a year.
“With this treasure, surely I’m going to reach Final Perfection of Tiger Fist soon.”
Having succeeded in two killing skills in a time, Lin Yun was now full of confidence.
…
Three days later, the sun was rising from the horizon.
In front of a wooden cabin halfway up the Qingyun Mountain, a figure was turning and rolling in the midair and punching as fast as wind in the sunshine.
Whistling sound floated over the open space.
Every punch sweeping out triggered roaring and whistling wind. The young man was for sure the sword slave—Lin Yun. Before he became a disciple of the outer Sect, the identity of Qingyun sword slave would still be sealed on him.
In the open space, Lin Yun looked calm and didn’t push out punches randomly.
He was experiencing the warm stream within his body, which was said to be the inner power generated when the martial artist entered the third grade of martial practice.
One could be called a martial artist only after becoming an outer disciple and learning the approach to cultivate inner power.
Currently, even though he had no idea of how to cultivate inner power, he paid attention to integrate his punches with inner power.
All of a sudden, from his calm eyes, zealous glow oozed out like burning flames.
“Tiger Roaring in Forest!”
Boom!
The bones inside his body were roaring again and again out loud like a tiger. By one vigorous punch, cracking sounds burst out in the air, stirring turbulent air flows to finally form gales in all directions.
Tiger Dashing down from Mountain Top!
Taking advantage of the momentum, Lin Yun jumped high into the air and then dived downward directly. He seemed to transform into a tiger, thumping hard on the ground. Boom!
One punch on the ground, and cracks began to creep all over the mountain rocks.
Rocks crashed suggested that Lin Yun reached the top level of Tiger Fist—Final Perfection!
After practicing a set of punches, Lin Yun was sweating but not much compared with the first practice, an indication that he had made speedy progress.
In three days, his Tiger Fist finally reached top level and his third level martial cultivation was also stabilized.
Phew!
Pulling back his arms, Lin Yun stood upright.
In the sunshine, Lin Yun’s slightly tender face was full of vigor and vitality. He exhaled out a breath of foul air, looking calm and composed, and whispered to himself, “Now that I have reached top level and stabilized my martial cultivation, I can finally depend on myself.”
He walked into the wooden cabin and tidied up himself. Seeing in the basin reflection the purple seal between his eyebrows, Lin Yun was lost in contemplation.
The seal was too conspicuous. Even if he didn’t give a care, others might make carping comments on it.
Thinking about it, Lin Yun tore off a piece of cloth and put it on his forehead as a headband.
Half an hour later, Lin Yun appeared in the Qingyun Sect Affair Administration.
Sect Affair Administration was the place sending out sect salaries and storing martial arts books, cultivation manuals, weapons and martial tools.
When Lin Yun arrived, there were already many disciples gathering here.
“Senior, I’m Lin Yun and I’ve reached the third level of martial cultivation, so I hereby apply to become an outer disciple.”
Facing the administrator of Sect Affair Administration, Lin Yun took out the identity card for the administrator to review and says calmly.
The administrator was an elder in grey whose family name was Yang. Despite his plain look, his martial cultivation reached as high as the sixth level.
In front of him, Lin Yun could feel the coming pressure.
“Lin Yun the sword slave?”
The administrator in grey lazily raised his eyebrows and took a glance at Lin Yun, not inspecting his identity. He smiled, “I have heard about you. You’re quite famous for your excellent skill in sword maintenance.”
The voice of the old man was not too loud but enough to attract the attention of other people who all displayed their curiosity.
“Lin Yun the sword slave!”
“This guy actually breaks through to the third level of martial cultivation. That’s awesome of him. He helped me with my sword maintenance.”
“Not that he is awesome. Think how many elixirs Sister Su has given him. What a fool he is not able to break through to the third level until today.”
The quiet Administration hall turned noisy after grey-gown administrator spelled out Lin Yun’s name.
To the loud and harsh comments, Lin Yun showed no joy or anger. Instead, he asked calmly, “You’re flattering me, senior. Am I eligible to become one of the outer disciples?”
“According to the Sect rules since ancient time, anyone who reaches the third level of martial cultivation, no matter what his identity, is eligible to become an outer disciple. This is the rule, but…you’re an exception!”