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By the time Xiao Weiran had completely dealt with the matter of the attack on the back mountain, it was nearly evening.

The setting sun shone on the elder's courtyard, but Lin Yuan felt no warmth at all.

Not far away, the sounds of the senior brother and Xiao Lingling flirting could still be heard from time to time. It seemed that the two of them had endless sweet nothings to say all afternoon.

Beside him was his second senior brother, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, but this cheap second senior brother was looking at him with a gloating gaze.

Clearly, after inquiring about the matter, he already knew what this peasant, who had just been promoted from the menial labor quarters, was about to face.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the room fell silent instantly. Xiao Weiran walked into the room looking exhausted and glanced at the people inside.

Xiao Weiran silently walked to the main seat, his eyes sweeping over his close eldest disciple and his daughter, a look of relief appearing on his face.

He then looked at Lin Yuan, who was standing next to the second disciple Li Qingyang, and his old face immediately darkened.

"Lin Yuan! Do you know your crime?!"

Lin Yuan slowly raised his head, met Xiao Weiran's sharp gaze for a moment, and then lowered his head.

"This disciple knows his sins and begs for forgiveness, Master. I judged you with the mind of a petty person!"

Looking at Lin Yuan, who was respectfully admitting his mistake, Xiao Weiran's face showed an unnatural expression.

The words he wanted to say to Lin Yuan got stuck in his throat, leaving him feeling uncomfortable and unable to speak.

He originally thought that this ambitious disciple would at least try to argue his way out, and then he could use the excuse of disrespecting his teacher and falsely accusing his fellow disciples to expel the disciple and send him back to where he came from.

But he didn't expect that this disciple would be so obedient and admit his mistake without hesitation.

Looking at his small body, Xiao Weiran felt a pang of pity, after all, Lin Yuan was only six years old in his eyes.

If we place all the blame on him, it would be too harsh and would only make him, as the master, seem unreasonable.

Lin Yuan knew that no matter how he tried to explain, it would be useless. After all, prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain. Since he had left a bad impression on Xiao Weiran, he could not easily erase that impression.

Instead of making excuses, it's better to readily admit his mistake, which will likely evoke some sympathy. In any case, when it comes to this matter, Lin Yuan hasn't really made any major mistakes; at most, he's just been a bit paranoid.

If Xiao Weiran hadn't been so biased towards his senior brother, and viewed the matter from a different perspective, he should have been the one praised.

"Hmph! You think I'll forgive you just because you apologized to my father? Putting aside the fact that you forced me to leave, I can't forgive you for wrongly accusing my senior brother!"

Xiao Weiran didn't say anything, but Xiao Lingling, who had been snuggling in her senior brother's arms, jumped up.

"Father, I absolutely will not allow you to keep him by my side. I'm afraid that one day he will frame me and my eldest brother!"

"That's right! Junior Sister is right. A peasant is just a peasant, ignorant and shallow. He doesn't understand the bond between us, his fellow disciples. So Master, let him go back to where he came from!"

Li Qingyang, who had been watching the spectacle unfold, immediately decided to kick Xiao Weiran while he was down after seeing his hesitant expression.

Upon hearing his daughter's words and his second disciple's agreement, Xiao Weiran's hesitation vanished completely.

"Lin Yuan, you heard that too. It's not that I don't want you to stay, but you're so young and you're already behaving badly. Sigh! Forget it, our master-disciple relationship is ultimately shallow. Pack your things and go back to the servants' quarters tomorrow!"

"As for the martial arts I've taught you, consider this payment for what you did last time. But there's one condition: you cannot pass these skills on to anyone else. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to personally destroy your foundation and clean house!"

Lin Yuan, head bowed, clenched his fist, then slowly relaxed it.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. I will move back to the servants' quarters first thing tomorrow morning!"

After saying that, Lin Yuan knelt down and kowtowed three times to Xiao Weiran. No matter what, the martial arts he had acquired over the years were all given to him by the old man in front of him. Kindness is kindness, and resentment is resentment. Lin Yuan could still distinguish between these two things.

However, from this point on, he and Xiao Weiran were even, and he would one day avenge Li Qingyang for kicking him when he was down.

Seeing this, Xiao Weiran waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Lin Yuan didn't linger there. He took one last look at Li Qingyang, who was smiling contentedly, and Ling Xiao, whose eyes were flashing with malice. Then, Lin Yuan turned and left the courtyard that didn't belong to him.

Back in his secluded courtyard, he took one last reluctant look at the place he had just settled in. He had finally found a place to call his own, and now it was gone in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yuan composed himself and began to study and practice diligently.

In any world, strength is always the most important thing. If he had innate strength today, would Li Qingyang still dare to kick him when he was down? Would Ling Xiao still dare to scheme against him so easily?

Would Xiao Weiran still dare to expel him from the sect without distinguishing right from wrong? It's all the fault of being weak; weakness is the original sin.

After another night of hard work, Lin Yuan's internal strength approached the 1000 mark, reaching over 940. In another day, he would truly enter the ranks of second-rate masters, and then a whole new world would open up for him.

He also raised his proficiency in the Tiger Step to 80. That night, he didn't practice the Dragon Tiger Skill, since the effects of beginner and proficient are incomparable.

Instead of leveling up the Dragon Tiger Skill to level 50, it's better to use all your energy to practice the Tiger Step and try to master all the skills.

Moreover, the time when he wakes up from his dream is getting closer and closer, so he can strengthen himself as quickly as possible, which will give him more security when he returns to reality.

This time, however, he had even less time to practice his skills in the servants' quarters, and he also lost the benefit of studying at the private school to improve his mental strength. This unexpected disaster caused him considerable losses.

What's most infuriating is that without the advantage of his status, his cultivation speed will slow down considerably.

It would be a lie to say that Lin Yuan wasn't upset, but there was no use being upset now that things had come to this point. He could only try to find another way to gain the status bonus.

If all else fails, with his current strength, leaving Qinghe Palace wouldn't be too difficult; at most, his life wouldn't be so peaceful anymore.

After all, various sects relentlessly hunt down any escaped disciples, and Lin Yuan would never want to defect unless absolutely necessary.

He still had parents, and Lin Yuan truly felt the care his farming parents had given him over the past six years. This is why he wasn't too saddened by his mother's abandonment of him in reality.

Compared to that woman who only knew how to cry, the life of the farming parents was even harder than reality, but their ordinary love was something Lin Yuan had never experienced in either his past or present life.

Lin Yuan quickly packed his belongings, but there wasn't much to pack except for a worn-out piece of clothing. There was nothing else in the room that belonged to him.

As for the three martial arts manuals, although Xiao Weiran didn't mention them, Lin Yuan didn't dare to keep them. The world's restrictions on knowledge, especially martial arts manuals that can make people stronger, are beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

The fact that Tiejiacun didn't even have a single decent book speaks volumes. Since the knowledge was already in his mind, there was no need to keep three martial arts manuals and cause unnecessary trouble.

After leaving the house and closing the courtyard gate, Lin Yuan looked at the foggy sky and walked heavily toward the servants' quarters.

Once he leaves, he doesn't know when he'll be able to return to the inner sect.