Chapter 6 - The Body that Could Break Swords (1/2)

The husky and old voice from upstairs stopped the grey-gown administrator.

“Head Wang!”

On the rooftop stood an old man in black wearing a cold face, which made people stressful.

“My greetings!”

All outer disciples outside the hall were a little panicked on seeing the old man, and they all kneeled down to greet him.

This old man was the head of Sect Affairs Administration, and had achieved the ninth level of Martial Practice.

There were ten levels of Martial Practice, three levels a threshold; the highest level was almost the limit of human body. The higher the harder.

In the whole Qingyun Sect, except the chief, few could achieve the ninth level. Even throughout the whole Skywater Kingdom, Head Wang should be among the top kung fu masters.

He was busy with the Sect Affairs Administration, and seldom concerned himself with specific affairs.

“Administrator Yang, I have learned the whole thing. You did nothing wrong. But since he has passed all your tests, you shouldn’t be hard on him. To make amends, you’re responsible to allocate him the clothes and weapon and teach him the entry-level kung fu.”

“Yes, yes, yes, you said right. I will act upon what you told me.

The old man nodded his head, glanced at Lin Yun and then left.

The grey-gown administrator felt much relieved. Fortunately, Head Wang didn’t punish him. It was really his lucky day.

But on thinking that as an administrator, he had to hand out the clothes and pick a weapon for this sword slave, he felt depressed immediately.

“Come with me,” said Yang with an unfriendly attitude. And then he took Lin Lun upstairs.

On seeing Lin Yun going upstairs, all the other disciples were jealous of him.

If it hadn’t been Head Wang, Lin Yun would have had a rough time today.

As for Zhou Ping lying on the ground, he could only suck on it, because no one cared about him now.

The second floor of Sect Affairs Administration was an important place of the sect.

All the martial arts-related scripts and skills they collected were here. Any new outer disciple had a chance to choose a script and a martial skill. And then they can only exchange their outstanding contributions for them.

“Choose the martial script first. You can practice inner power since you’ve achieved the third level. These are all the relevant martial scripts.”

Administrator Yang took Lin Yun to a bookshelf, pointing at it without more unnecessary word.

Lin Yun didn’t regard himself as an outsider. He came up to the bookshelf, and leafed through all the martial scripts as fast as he could.

“Qingyun Script, Wind & Thunder Power, Green Water Script…”

Seeing Lin’s reading speed, Administrator Yang couldn’t help laughing at Lin in his mind. Sword slaves were born to be swords slaves. He read them so fast, god knew whether he got the point of it.

If he knew the rule, he should ask me how to choose.

“Administrator Yang, I will choose this one.”

“Pure Yang Script.”

On receiving the book and seeing the name, Administrator Yang’s face was a little twisted, and he sneered in his heart.

To practice Pure Yang Script, one had to have strong inner power, and it’d take a long time to practice. So most of the practitioners who chose it in the sect gave up at last.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I am.”

Administrator Yang laughed, “Impressive. It’s good and suits you well.”

Through reading his face, Lin Yun knew Yang was a wolf in sheep’s clothing and had bad intentions.

But in the last few minutes, he had glanced over the introductions of all the martial scripts on the shelf.

And he had memorized every word of them.

After comprehensive comparison, he finally chose this one. All ten levels of martial practice needed to strengthen the human body. The inner power by practicing Pure Yang Script would become thick and strong. There was no doubt it was best suited.

Next was to choose a martial technique. Like martial scrips, martial techniques also had basic, medium and advanced levels.

Lin Yun picked a medium one named Flowing Wind Swordplay, which was famous for its lethality and flexibility.

“Don’t blame me for not reminding you. Flowing Wind Swordplay has high requirements for your aptitude. Even most of the inner disciples failed.

On seeing that Lin Yun made another “wrong” choice, Yang thought he should remind Lin; after all, it was Head Wang’s order.

“It’s OK. Thank you for reminding me.”

“Such a blockhead!”

Administrator Yang pulled a long face, murmured to himself, and ignored Lin Yun totally.

In the Weapon Chamber.

Since Lin Yun chose to practice swordplay, of course he had to choose a sword. Administrator Yang picked one casually for him, leaving him no chance to choose.

After pulling out the sword, Lin Yun looked it over, and was quite satisfied with it.

This sword was made of cyan steel, the standard sword for all disciples. Lin Yun saw a lot of them when he was still a sword slave.

Observing its body lines, Lin Yun knew it was one of superb quality.

Crack!

The blade broke suddenly and fell on the ground with a clang.

Now there was only half of it in his hand.

“What’s going on?”