Deduct 1 for merit. I am really not a child of luck.

Chapter 101: Pendulum or King of Rolls? This is very un-Sword Cultivator! (Subscribe)
[Ding! You invested 100 merit points in the magical power "Five Spirits Dao Body", experience points +40 (10*40%)]

[Five Spirits Dao Body: 6350→8800]

With the last bit of merit points being invested into the panel, Lin Mo finally used up the merit points he had accumulated over the past few days, and the improvement was naturally huge.

The experience bar has increased by almost 2000 points!
By this calculation, it would take less than three days for his [Five Spirits Dao Body] experience bar to be filled up.

"Maybe even faster than Chu Wange!"

A hint of joy appeared on Lin Mo's face and he slowly opened his eyes.

what! ?

He looked around with some confusion.

He saw that many of the geniuses around him did not continue meditating after the enlightenment glow ended as usual, but stopped one after another and cast their eyes towards him.

Long A even put his arm around his shoulders and said:
"Brother Lin, you are almost done with this foundation? How come it's so fast?"

So that's it... Lin Mo understood the looks from the people around him.

In the past, his progress in infusing the [Five Spirits Dao Body] was quite good, but it was all improved day by day. Today, he infused five days of merit at once, and the progress was almost maxed out, which was slightly ahead of schedule.

Moreover, even Chu Wange, who entered a deep level of enlightenment for the second time, might not be as fast as himself.

Lin Mo looked at Long A and said, "Is there?"

Long Ah nodded fiercely and said affirmatively: "It almost blinded my eyes!"

Not only him, but also the geniuses around him, including the team leader, all noticed Lin Mo's training speed.

The Five Spirits Dao Body was being constructed at a speed almost visible to the naked eye, and its aura was rising steadily.

Although it is not as sharp as Chu Wange's, the flashing five-colored rainbow light can still attract people's attention.

Feng Ji in front turned around and asked:

"Brother Lin..., you clearly haven't entered the state of enlightenment, how did you do it so quickly!?"

He asked the questions that were on everyone's mind, and many people pricked up their ears, wanting to get an answer from him.

Seeing this scene, Lin Mo laughed in his heart, raised his eyebrows and said:

"How is it fast? It has been running at this speed for so many days. If you think it is fast, you should look for the reasons yourself."

"Have you been lazy these past few days? Have you been meditating seriously and practicing hard?"

Everyone: "???"

Question marks popped up in the heads of the geniuses.

If they only had talent but no hard work, they would not have been able to get this far.

Even when it comes to internal competition, they never lose to anyone, and there are many people who meditate on the enlightenment platform all night long every day.

To be honest, Lin Mo himself is the "swinger" on the enlightenment platform!
I come the latest and leave the earliest every day.

He even often slacked off from his main duties and went to the martial arts arena to practice walking with Long A, a physical cultivator.

But according to what the team leader said, his foundation progress was astonishingly fast and he was not far from completion.

This is outrageous!
For a moment, the geniuses were unable to refute Lin Mo's words.

At this time, Long Ah scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Brother Lin, how did you know that I secretly sent messages to the goddesses in the middle of the night?"

Who asked you!

Everyone complained in their hearts at the same time.

Lin Mo patted his shoulder and said:
"So, make use of the time you waste. How long will it take to build a foundation?"

After hearing this, the team leader couldn't stand it anymore.

Even though these geniuses all possessed the high-quality Hundred-Day Foundation Building Method, according to the progress in previous years, it would take an average of about two months to complete the construction of the foundation.

This year, with the example of Chu Wange, as well as top geniuses like Chen Xuanzhi and Feng Ji, the overall progress of the Ninth Level Enlightenment Platform is obviously much faster than in previous years.

Perhaps, it will only take a month and a half for the geniuses on the ninth-level enlightenment platform to build their foundations one after another.

Don’t underestimate this fifteen-day time difference; this is a real difference in talent.

If there is a one-day difference now, the speed of cultivation in the future foundation-building period may be slower by several months, or even one or two years.

From this we can see that Chu Wange actually had the opportunity to breed his own flying sword in the first month. What an exaggerated aptitude and understanding!
But no matter what, these geniuses definitely did not waste their time, and it can even be said that they were as diligent as anyone else.

As for Lin Mo...

To be honest, the team leader couldn't understand it. He could only attribute it to the fact that there were always some special people in the world of cultivation who could not be treated with common sense.

Lin Mo stood up, stretched, and said, "Let's go and practice walking!"

Long'a somersaulted and jumped up from the cushion.

"Okay! I must practice for two more hours today!"

As he followed Lin Mo down the stage, he continued:

"Brother Lin, the trick you taught me to send red envelopes is really useful. The goddess is willing to say goodnight to me, and sometimes she is even willing to chat with me for a few more words. Do you have any other tricks? Can you teach me a few more tricks?"

Nonsense, at the rate you spend, you're almost the top guy on her list, how can she not chat with you for a while longer?

Lin Mo glanced at him and complained in his heart.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the two men walked down the enlightenment platform and went further and further towards the mountain path.

Feng Ji was silent for a while. Is this what you mean by "meditate seriously and practice hard"?
In fact, Lin Mo was not lazy and he did not lie.

In terms of staying up late and getting 1 point deduction, he spends more time than any other genius.

But for him, the cost-effectiveness of meditation is really not high.

Instead of sitting on the cushion and letting hemorrhoids take root and sprout, it is better to help Senior Sister Zhuang with her work. Not only can you obtain the valuable Taiqing Pill, but you can also continuously refine the True Flame.

……

……

Just shortly after Lin Mo and Long A left, two figures appeared at the corner of the mountain path.

In addition to Senior Brother He, the leader of Qingshan Sect, there was another figure at the front.

If Lin Mo was present, he would definitely recognize that the other person was Senior Brother Feng who had personally gone to Nanshan No. 4 Middle School to recruit students.

Senior Brother Feng looked at Lin Mo's back as he walked further and further away, with a hint of doubt in his tone: "Why is he so fast?"

Senior Brother He naturally knew that he was referring to Lin Mo's progress in his Dao foundation, and shook his head and said, "I don't know, Junior Brother Lin must have had some other adventures."

After saying that, he asked curiously: "Brother Feng, why did you come back this time..."

Senior Brother Feng was silent for a moment, then replied, "The teacher asked me to come back."

"Is it for Junior Sister Chu?"

"Ah."

Senior Brother He immediately understood that this person was brought back by the higher-ups to protect Chu Wange.

He smiled and said:

"Master Yan is still worrying too much. With Junior Sister Chu's aptitude, how could there be any problem in the process of transcending the tribulation and ascending to heaven? Maybe there won't even be a thunder tribulation!"

Senior Brother Feng said calmly: "It doesn't matter if there is, I will split the calamity cloud apart."

Senior Brother He: “…”

Although it was just a thunder tribulation that resulted in advancement to the spiritual world, it was still a thunder tribulation after all.

Only a pure swordsman can have the confidence to say that he can break up the calamity clouds.

But Senior Brother He didn’t expect that the hospital would attach so much importance to Chu Wange.

This Senior Brother Feng is Yan Nanfeng's direct disciple, and also a well-known sword-cultivating genius in Qingshan Sect. He is also one of the best among the third generation of disciples.

Even among the previous top scorers on the Immortal List, no one would send a pure swordsman to protect him.

Senior Brother Feng turned his head, looked at him and said:

"He Fei, I listened to Junior Sister Zhuang's report on the freshman arena battle. I really don't like what you did before."

He Fei didn't seem to expect the other party to be so straightforward. He was stunned for a moment, but he also realized that the other party was referring to Ye Chen's challenge to Lin Mo.

He Fei frowned and said, "Brother Feng, accepting Ye Chen as a sword servant does not violate any of the rules of the arena."

Admittedly, Ye Chen's sword was indeed a trick.

The Frost Sword is a sword cultivated by a swordsman, and it itself possesses a certain power of a swordsman.

Therefore, Ye Chen was able to exert considerable power with just a preliminary grasp of it.

According to the original plan, Ye Chen was to be supported to take the position, so that he could replace Lin Mo, and use the ninth level of enlightenment to quickly refine the sword outside his body and ascend to heaven.

It was a pity that his cultivation was too low, and Lin Mo happened to master a top-grade fire spell, so the plan ultimately failed. Not only did he lose face in front of other team leaders, he was also scolded by Senior Brother He Lian afterwards.

But no matter what, the most we can say is that they took advantage of loopholes in the rules and did not completely violate the rules.

Therefore, even if this matter was reported to the deacon of Qingshan Sect, he would not admit that there was anything wrong with it.

Senior Brother Feng looked at him calmly and said word by word:
"I said, I don't like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful sword intent instantly descended from the sky and pressed heavily on He Fei.

With a "crack", his back couldn't stop bending downward, and his bones made a crackling sound, as if they would be broken at any time.

He Fei's neck veins bulged, a trace of violence flashed in his eyes, and he said angrily:
"I didn't violate any rules. Senior Brother Feng, you are only a direct disciple of the Sword Academy and have no right to act on behalf of the Stewards' Hall. I will report this to the sect. You are exceeding your authority!!"

Hearing his words, Senior Brother Feng's eyes did not waver at all, and he said calmly:

"It's up to you, but you have to remember what I just said, otherwise..."

He paused, looked at the other party and said:
"I will challenge the sword cultivators of your lineage to a duel of swordsmen."

He Fei sneered and said through gritted teeth: "Okay, I will tell Brother He Lian to wait for your arrival!"

Senior Brother Feng nodded and pressed his fingers down slightly.

"Shh!"

The pressure on He Fei doubled, and he rushed forward, with his face hitting the steps of the mountain path hard.

"Bang!"

Stones mixed with blood exploded, and He Fei fell face first to the ground.

Even though his face was covered in blood, he didn't say a word. He turned over immediately with a hideous smile on his face:
"Brother Feng, don't worry! I will tell Brother He Lian everything that happened today and let him handle it impartially!"

He emphasized the word "impartial" and looked at the other party without any fear.

Senior Brother Feng raised his eyes and looked at him. His expression was still calm. He didn't seem to be angered by the other party. His tone was as if he was stating something that was a matter of course:
"This is why I hate your lineage. Sword cultivators should only speak with their swords. If you are dissatisfied with me, you can just draw your sword."

"Tell the elders, invite the parents? This is very un-Sword Cultivator."

Hearing him say this, He Fei's fierce expression froze, and then he said:

"I've only been here for a few years..."

Before he could finish, Senior Brother Feng interrupted him:
"Okay, I will suppress my cultivation to the same level as you, you can draw your sword."

He Fei felt like he was going crazy, and couldn't help shouting in his heart:
You are a pure sword cultivator, and I am just a pseudo sword cultivator who achieved success as a sword servant. Even if we are at the same level, how can our combat power be compared?!

Senior Brother Feng stood on the steps, looking down at He Fei lying on the ground, and said calmly:

"You useless bastard, you don't even dare to draw your sword?"

As soon as these words came out, a trace of anger suddenly appeared on He Fei's face, and his hand couldn't help but reach for the sword at his waist.

Just as his fingers touched the hilt of the sword, an unfounded sense of terror suddenly enveloped his mind.

His eyelids were trembling wildly, his fingers were shaking slightly, and every cell in his body was sounding the alarm, and the content of the alarm was only five words -

Don't draw your sword, or you will die.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and his right hand paused in mid-air, and ultimately did not place it on the hilt of the sword.

Senior Brother Feng shook his head and said, "You are not a sword cultivator."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the end of the mountain path.

After he had completely left the range of the Enlightenment Platform along the mountain path, He Fei felt his whole body relax. He crawled on the ground and gasped for breath.

Sweat mixed with blood kept dripping onto the ground. A hint of anger emerged in He Fei's eyes, but eventually this anger turned into unwillingness.

But what happened at the corner of the mountain road did not attract anyone's attention.

Even the leader of the Taoist temple, who was not far away, did not notice anything unusual here, as if nothing had happened...

(End of this chapter)