Chapitre 36: I Can’t Wait Any Longer
Mo Qingkuang!" Lin Yang's face was full of disbelief.
"Brother Lin Yang, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Lin Yang occasionally lost in thought and then shocked, Chu Yanran asked in confusion.
Lin Yang took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing the shock in his heart, and gently said to Chu Yanran, "Nothing, just thinking about some things. You rest well; I'll go out for a while."
"Okay. Brother Lin Yang, you will definitely win! Fight on!" Chu Yanran saw that Lin Yang didn't want to say much, so she obediently cheered for him.
In her current state, she wouldn't be able to go to cheer for Lin Yang in person tomorrow.
"Don't worry! I will definitely become the Martial Arts Champion!" Lin Yang gently closed the door and stepped outside.
"Lin Yang, how is Yanran?" Outside the door, Deacon Lin and a few other disciples were waiting. Lin Yang was an alchemist, and due to Chu Yanran's proximity, it was not appropriate for several men to enter her room, so they had to wait outside for news.
"It's fine, just some minor injuries. I've given her medicine; she'll recover in a few days." Lin Yang shook his head.
"That's good. This Kuang Qing has repeatedly opposed our Yuan Sword Sect. If there's a chance, I won't spare him!" Deacon Lin nodded, gritting his teeth.
"Lin Yang! Are you still a man? Kuang Qing humiliated Yanran so much, and you dare to just watch?" Song Qian, standing nearby, sternly questioned Lin Yang.
Lin Yang looked at him indifferently. "What should I have done then? Forfeit and jump off the stage to challenge someone else's stage? Forfeiting is a small matter; but breaking the rules would have given them a reason to deal with us here!"
"You..." Song Qian was silenced by the retort, unable to refute.
"Lin Yang's approach is not wrong. The overall situation is important! There will be plenty of opportunities for revenge." Lin's steward waved his hand, signalling Song Qian not to say more.
'This guy talks about caring so much for Chu Yanran, but in the end, he himself was reluctant to forfeit. Shaming the Yuan Sword Sect started with him!' Deacon Lin felt increasingly disgusted with Song Qian from the bottom of his heart.
"I'm going back to practice." Lin Yang nodded slightly and turned to leave.
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He hurried back to his room.
"Teacher! You said he is Mo Qingkuang? But isn't Mo Qingkuang dead?" As soon as Lin Yang entered the room, he anxiously asked.
He had received intelligence that Mo Qingkuang had fought him, suffered severe injuries, and died. The Mo family had already held a funeral.
"Dead? Have you seen his body, or has anyone for that matter seen his body?" The Saint Alchemist floated out slowly, shaking his head.
"Even if he is Mo Qingkuang, how can he catch up to my progress so quickly after taking forbidden medicine and becoming crippled, destroying his meridians? It's impossible!" Lin Yang gritted his teeth. He had seen Mo Qingkuang severely injured and his meridians destroyed with his own eyes.
"Perhaps he has a powerful alchemist assisting him. A pill that can restore meridians, to my knowledge, only exists in the Eighth Grade. If that's the case, there must be at least an Eighth-Grade alchemist behind him!" The Saint Alchemist said with a serious expression.
An Eighth-Grade alchemist was not far from his peak. In his prime, he was at the Ninth-Grade pinnacle. As for the mythical God-realm alchemist that had not appeared for countless years, he had not touched that threshold.
What's more, he is now dead, with only a remnant of his soul barely hanging on, and the grade of pills he can refine is far inferior to before.
"Eighth grade! He also has a divine-grade technique!" Lin Yang suddenly remembered that Kuang Qing in the Nianhua King's Tomb had also revealed traces of a divine-grade technique.
"He also obtained the Manual from the Nianhua King's Tomb. Lin Yang, this opponent is going to be troublesome." The Saint Alchemist sighed.
Suddenly, he thought of something and exclaimed, "He seems to know about my existence. Could it be that the person behind him also knows about my existence?"
Hearing the Saint Alchemist's words, Lin Yang's heart trembled with fear. "Teacher, who were the people that killed you back then?"
The Saint Alchemist's eyes flashed with a hint of fear, anger, and unwillingness.
After a long time, he said abruptly, "It's better that you don't know for now. They are very powerful and despicable! Just know that, at my peak as a ninth-grade saint alchemist, unparalleled in the world, with many powerful friends, I still couldn't defeat them. They easily destroyed me."
Lin Yang clenched his fists tightly. He was still too weak; he couldn't deal with the enemy, couldn't help his teacher, and couldn't even protect his loved ones!
After contemplating for a while, he suddenly looked up at the Saint Alchemist, his determination unwavering. "Teacher, I want to advance to the second stage of the Hell Cultivation Technique ahead of schedule!"
"No, the Hell Cultivation Technique has significant effects, but it comes with unbearable pain for ordinary people. With your current cultivation, you won't be able to endure it! Forcing your way into the second stage, any slight mistake, and you will die. I won't be able to save you!" The Saint Alchemist decisively shook his head.
The Hell Cultivation Technique was a special cultivation plan devised by the Saint Alchemist for Lin Yang. It had multiple stages, intending to maximize Lin Yang's potential.
As the name suggested, the technique had significant effects, but the pain it brought was beyond what ordinary people could bear. Lin Yang had already challenged his limits multiple times in the first stage. Forcing his way into the second stage would almost certainly lead to death!
Lin Yang's eyes were filled with anticipation. "Teacher, please! I can't wait any longer. If he is really Mo Qingkuang, I will have to fight him to the death! Right now, I have no confidence in defeating him. I must improve, I cannot lose!"
"Moreover, he is likely a pawn of theirs. If I can't even defeat him, how can I seek revenge for you in the future? I must become stronger, for myself, for Yanran, and for you! If I can defeat him once, I can definitely defeat him a second time!" The last sentence was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Lin Yang, the future is long. With your heaven-grade aptitude, your achievements will definitely surpass his! Why rush at this moment? For my almost invincible enemies, unless you break through to the divine realm, you will still be powerless! Lin Yang, I know about your confidence, but you must understand that once a person dies, everything is gone!" The Saint Alchemist earnestly advised.
"Teacher, I've come this far from being a nobody, relying on an unstoppable momentum! If I hesitate now, I can never defeat him! Let alone breaking through that elusive divine level!" Lin Yang declared firmly. "Teacher, please fulfil my request!"
He knelt on the ground, bowing deeply.
A flicker of emotion appeared on the Saint Alchemist's aged face. This child was truly determined.
Wasn't it because he had seen the indomitable spirit of this child, who would persist even unto death that he took a fancy upon him?
"Alright, let's go all out! Win and stand above tens of thousands, lose and we'll go to the underworld together, teacher and disciple!" He bit his teeth and agreed.
Lin Yang kowtowed again. "Thank you, teacher."
"Be prepared, it's scarier than you can imagine in the second stage!"
"I'm not afraid!"
The Saint Alchemist nodded solemnly and lifted his hand, as a black flame rose in his illusory hand, slowly entering Lin Yang's body.
Lin Yang's face changed; his features twisted in pain. He tore off a piece of cloth and stuffed it into his mouth, biting down hard.
As night fell, it quietly enveloped the entire Capital City.
When the dawn's light shone on this land again, a new round of battles among the geniuses would begin.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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