Kapitel 24: Chapter 23 Array Flag Battle

Lin Xuan hadn't expected that this matter would eventually alarm an elder, and it seemed that the elder was somewhat biased in favor of him.

"Disciple Lin Xuan pays respect to Elder Fang." Lin Xuan said respectfully.

"Hm. You two go back first, Lin Xuan, follow me," Elder Fang dismissed Tang Yu and Chen Dazheng and took Lin Xuan into the cottage.

Swoosh!

With a wave of his hand, Elder Fang set up a layer of soundproof prohibition within the room, then turned his gaze to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan felt a bit uneasy inside, but outwardly, he maintained a calm demeanor.

A hint of approval flashed in Elder Fang's eyes as he asked, "Did you repair that Human-level treasure sword?"

Hearing this, Lin Xuan recalled how Elder Fang had hurried over with Chen Dazheng and understood the gist of it—it was this matter that had caught the elder's attention.

"Yes, the Human-level Treasure was repaired by me," Lin Xuan said.

"Are you from Sword Pond Prefecture?" Elder Fang suddenly asked in a sharp tone.

Lin Xuan was startled, his pupils shrinking sharply.

"How does he know my identity? Could it be that people from Sword Pond Prefecture still want to harm me?" Lin Xuan couldn't figure it out, his breathing became a bit hurried, and cold sweat ran down his back.

Elder Fang's gaze was as sharp as a knife, staring intently at Lin Xuan, "Why aren't you speaking?"

"Replying to the elder, I am indeed from Sword Pond Prefecture," Lin Xuan said.

"Then why come to Xuantian Sect in Yunzhou, which is very far from Sword Pond Prefecture?" Elder Fang's voice remained cold.

"I am a side branch of the Lin Family from Sword Pond Prefecture. Half a year ago, I came to Yunzhou with my father. After my father's death, I joined Xuantian Sect," Lin Xuan lied.

After speaking, Lin Xuan noticed that Elder Fang didn't say anything but just looked at him coldly. Moreover, Lin Xuan felt an enormous pressure emanating from him.

Thankfully, Lin Xuan had the Mysterious Small Sword within him, which trembled lightly, causing that pressure to vanish without a trace.

After a while, Elder Fang, seeing no abnormalities in Lin Xuan under the perception of his spiritual pressure, finally nodded in satisfaction.

"I have some connections with Sword Pond Prefecture, so when I saw you using the Sword Cultivation techniques from there, I just wanted to understand the situation. Since you are a disciple of Sword Pond Prefecture, you have some ties with me. Continue your cultivation within the sect and the Law Enforcement Team won't bother you anymore."

"Thank you, Elder Fang," Lin Xuan sighed in relief.

For the remaining time, Elder Fang asked some questions about Refining, to which Lin Xuan fluently replied. Thus, Elder Fang decided to leave the weapons matters to Lin Xuan from then on, with Contribution Points issued as normal. This pleasantly surprised Lin Xuan for quite a while.

Being able to work for an elder within the sect naturally brought its benefits, and it also helped to build closer relationships—it was killing several birds with one stone.

After sending off Elder Fang, Lin Xuan went to thank Chen Dazheng once more before returning to his living quarters.

Inside the small cottage, Tang Yu sat with her chin propped up, idly kicking her petite, exquisitely shaped legs. Seeing Lin Xuan return, her spirits lifted instantly.

"Why have you come back?" asked Lin Xuan.

"You ungrateful little thing, I just saved you, and this is how you treat me?" Tang Yu puffed up in irritation.

"Alright, miss, my mistake. What brings you here?" Lin Xuan said.

"You're the miss, your whole family are misses, do I look that old?" Tang Yu objected.

Lin Xuan: "..."

Seeing Lin Xuan looking sheepish, Tang Yu's eyes curved into a smile and she began to laugh.

"Hmm! I came here to discuss serious matters with you," Tang Yu stopped laughing, "I think the Divine Power Group certainly won't let things slide, they've never suffered a loss over the years besides their struggles with our Battle Group."

"They're just too domineering," Lin Xuan said, "Given the chance, I'll definitely take down the Divine Power Group!"

"Just you?" Tang Yu curled her lip, stop talking nonsense, "You were just lucky this time. Had you alarmed the Inner Sect Disciples, you would be crying! It would be better for you to join our Battle Group, then they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "Forget it, joining the Battle Group at this point would only make enemies for it, I'm afraid even you guys wouldn't accept me."

Seeing Tang Yu's unhappy face, Lin Xuan said, "I appreciate your kindness, believe me, I'll be fine."

"How about I accompany you in sword practice?" Lin Xuan said with a pleasing look.

"Forget it, sister here is about to break through, I don't have time to practice swords with you, hmph!" Tang Yu gave him a glance and quickly ran away.

"I've just got the hang of the first level of the Thunder Move Sword Technique, I need to find someone to test my skills!" Lin Xuan sighed, then clasped his hands together and entered a cultivation state...

A quiet night passed.

The next morning, Lin Xuan wanted to go to the Task Hall to pick up a few tasks. His Spirit Stones had long been spent, and he didn't have many Contribution Points left; he could be considered a pauper.

Pushing open the door, he looked outside and his face immediately took on a very strange expression.

A line of members from the Divine Power Group was sitting at his doorstep, and they all stood up when they saw Lin Xuan come out.

"Looking for a fight? Forgot about yesterday's incident?" Lin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly.

"It's not about fighting, it's a friendly competition, totally legitimate!" a member of the Divine Power Group said with a mocking tone.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Lin Xuan wasn't going to get entangled with them, earning Contribution Points by doing tasks was the real deal.

"Hmph, don't think you can run away, our task is to keep an eye on you, so you might as well just accept the challenge, otherwise, you'll have to stay in your house forever."

"You guys have that much free time? Don't you need to cultivate?" Lin Xuan was very helpless.

"Hmph! Watching you for one day will earn us thirty Contribution Points, don't you think that's much better than doing tasks?" One disciple of the Divine Power Group said with a sneer, "Only a trash disciple like you would worry about Contribution Points!"

Lin Xuan looked at the group of Divine Power Group disciples in front of him and suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"If you want to fight with me, that's fine, but what's the fun in just fighting dryly? How about we bet on something?" Lin Xuan said, with a smirk forming on his lips.

"You? Bet what with us, are you out of your mind?" a disciple of the Divine Power Group laughed loudly, "Don't think you are invincible in the world just because you could take one move from Captain Hua, I'll tell you, you're still far behind in front of us!"

"Oh, is that so? Then will you bet or not?" Lin Xuan said leisurely.

"Brother, don't be impulsive, what's the point in betting with this kid? Does he even have anything to bet with?" another disciple advised.

"Oh, so it turns out the members of the Divine Power Group are only good with their words, scared to take on a bet, huh!" Lin Xuan deliberately said loudly.

"What did you say!" The disciple got agitated, "Damn it, I'll bet, who's afraid of who!"

The disciples of the Divine Power Group had their own calculations; the terms given by their superiors were that they would be awarded 300 Contribution Points for seriously injuring Lin Xuan in the challenge.

The members of the Divine Power Group readily accepted this condition, and many were even scrambling for the opportunity. In a challenge, injuring the opponent came without penalties since it's done with mutual consent.

To these Divine Power Group disciples, Lin Xuan was as good as 300 Contribution Points, and to Lin Xuan, they were the same.

In Lin Xuan's eyes, these people could help him refine his swordsmanship and earn Contribution Points at the same time; they were no different from fat sheep.

Both parties were making their own calculations and couldn't help but wear cold smiles on their lips.

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