A Niang said to be careful of those fairies!

Lin Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood and glanced at the fat man. The fat man's eyelids jumped and he said quickly: "Brother is too strong. I didn't even have the chance to use my trump card. I vaguely saw my grandmother when I got that punch just now."

"Lin Xuan, you are quite powerful. You injured me." Lin Xuan said calmly without turning his head.

Zhang Lai's mouth twitched. I just met a freak like you. You were only slightly injured, but I almost lost my head. And you must have used a powerful spell just now, right?

It was silent, and yet it had a noticeable impact on him who was at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He must have achieved great accomplishments!

He looks young, has a terrifying physique, and has powerful magic skills. How come this monster didn't enter the inner sect? The inner sect doesn't just accept outer sect disciples who have to wait and see to get in, there are also those who are directly recruited.

Chapter 41: Did I blame my sister wrongly?; I got a younger sister

The blade flashed, and waves of energy filled the air. The sword cultivator had reached the seventh level of cultivation and had mastered the sword techniques to a high level. He was so powerful that it seemed as if nothing could be cut down. However, he could not cut anyone and was caught in a tough fight.

The sword cultivator's opponent was an eighth-level female cultivator who used a soft whip. He had to use all his strength when the whip hit him.

After half a minute, the sword cultivator could no longer defend himself and was found weak by the female cultivator, who instantly whipped him away and defeated him under the whip.

"Sister Ling, what kind of whip technique are you using? It can't even defeat the sword technique at the great perfection level." After the victory was decided, the woman withdrew from the battlefield. The young man and the chubby fat man waited for a while.

"Mysterious whip technique, the sword technique of that sword cultivator is only yellow-level, and he has not mastered the sword force. If he had understood the sword force and chopped down with a heavy sword with great momentum, I would have to show my trump card in advance."

"Hmm? Who is this?" Ling Huaiyin looked at the fat man behind Lin Xuan and asked.

"Hey, hello, Fairy Ling, I'm Brother Lin Xuan's opponent, and we just decided the winner." Zhang Lai has been in the outer sect for more than 20 years and knows Ling Huaiyin. She is very famous herself.

"Hello." Ling Huaiyin nodded. Since the fat man did not show any improper thoughts, she did not drive him away.

Just now she was distracted for a moment and watched Lin Xuan's battle, and knew that Lin Xuan won the first competition.

Zhang Lai looked at the two people holding hands and snuggling intimately from behind, complaining in his heart, how many people's dreams were shattered? In Xuannv Palace, outstanding female disciples would also attract men, but not many of them had partners.

Everyone has a good vision and looks down on those who are weaker than themselves. Most people of the same level compete with each other and have grudges against each other.

"Brother Lin Xuan is really amazing. Not only is he powerful, but even the famous beauties in the outer sect are attracted to him." Zhang Lai couldn't stand the ambiguity between the two. He felt that they were showing off, and Ling Huaiyin took the initiative!

"Hey, brother Lin Xuan, this is Zhang's communication token. I won't bother you any more." Zhang Lai reluctantly handed over his token. His ambiguity with Lin Xuan was interrupted and Ling Huaiyin looked displeased.

Zhang Lai coughed awkwardly. He did disturb others, but there was nothing he could do. If he didn't give the token now, he might not have another chance in the future. Besides, the picture of a gorgeous woman teasing an innocent boy was too beautiful.

As a famous fairy from the outer sect, how come you don't show the proper reserve?

He was going to find some old lovers to vent his anger, and he muttered as he walked, as a physical cultivator he should have abundant energy, so why was he so cold when faced with the teasing of a stunning beauty?

After Zhang Lai tactfully left, Ling Huaiyin finally found this fat man pleasing to the eye.

She led the boy out of the valley, walked among the woods, and helped him clean his burnt hair.

He then cast a spell to use water to wash away the dirt on the boy's body, making him look much better.

"You, why didn't you dodge? Do you feel good when the magic hits your face?" Ling Huaiyin felt quite distressed. It was the first time she saw the boy injured. There was still blood at the corner of his mouth, which was shocking.

Lin Xuan felt a warm current in his heart and explained, "It happened suddenly. It was too late for me to avoid it."

Who knew that Zhang Lai was so cunning and decisive, and he immediately prepared his second spell when his first attack failed. If he used a more powerful move in the second move, Lin Xuan would have exposed his object control skill.

Compared to many talented and powerful people in the outer sect, Lin Xuan has a disadvantage, that is, he has practiced for too short a time and has limited means. Once he uses all his means, it will be easy for others to target him.

The two walked for a while, and the boy looked brand new. The woman still felt that there was a big difference, so she invited the boy: "Xuan'er, stay in my cave today. Wash your body carefully, it's all dirty."

A hint of hesitation appeared on Lin Xuan's face. A few days after returning to the cave from Sister Xiang'er, he thought about some things carefully and finally noticed that his sisters all liked to talk to him.

But he always felt uncomfortable. After being teased by his sisters, he had an unknown feeling of blockage.

"I'll listen to Sister Ling." The young man hesitated for a few breaths and did not refuse. He was worried that if he refused, his relationship with his sister would become strained, and he was afraid of having an unpleasant argument with his sister.

After getting the young man's consent, Ling Huaiyin was overjoyed. He threw out a long ribbon and carried them back to the cave. With his cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Refining, it was not difficult for him to carry two people to fly dozens of miles.

Along the way, you will inevitably be envied and secretly hated by some members of the mountain. We all have two feet and two hands, and a head on our shoulders. Why should you be loved by the deputy mountain leader?

Ling Huaiyin followed the source of the gaze, snorted and ignored it. A few days ago, a fool confronted her, and she ruthlessly kicked him out of the faction and scolded him before kicking him out.

She figured it out. It was just right that the outer sect competition was coming up. With Lin Xuan's physical training, he would become famous sooner or later. She believed that someone would shut up then. If anyone still couldn't tell their own worth, she would be even more ruthless.

After returning to the cave and sealing it up, Ling Huaiyin ordered Huang Lan and the others to find a new set of robes. They should have ones of a better spiritual grade. The robes could withstand some damage as she didn't want Lin Xuan to get too badly injured.

"Xuan'er, go take a shower. New clothes will be delivered to you later." She said seriously.

"Okay, I'll go over." Lin Xuan went to the bathing pool deep in the cave, and frowned when he thought of his sister's serious look just now. His sister didn't tease him. Did he blame her wrongly? The bathing pool in front of him was not clear. It was light pink and a little hazy. Petals floated on the water, emitting a light floral fragrance. His sister had a similar smell.

Without a doubt, the young man quickly stripped off his clothes and stepped into the bath. The cold water made him feel comfortable. As a ninth-level body cultivator, his blood and qi were like a furnace, and the low temperature made him feel cool.

The boy couldn't notice that there was a pair of burning eyes hidden in the dark corner, admiring him carefully.

"Hehehe, I'm so smart. I tricked Xuan'er into coming to the cave to bathe and took the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful scenery." Ling Huaiyin wiped her saliva, and the expression on her face was weird and scary, which completely broke the impression of a beauty.

"What a beautiful jade Ruyi. I hope that in the near future, Ruyi can follow my sister's wishes."

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A hundred miles away, there is an inconspicuous cave. The cave is filled with the sounds of chirping birds, and a woman is singing beautiful songs.

Zhang Lai put his hands behind his head with a very comfortable look on his face. He gasped from time to time and felt proud when he saw his junior sister working hard. Although he could not compare with the famous beauty, he could still eat her, right?

He could see Lin Xuan's immaturity, a rookie, and suddenly felt a sense of pride. Who made him so advanced?

Half an hour later, the pretty little sister fell asleep from exhaustion. At this time, someone outside the cave sent a message.

"Hmm?" Zhang Lai quickly packed up and went out to meet the disciple who delivered the letter, a plump female cultivator.

She glanced at Zhang Lai with disdain, and saw at a glance what the fat man had just done, and threw the envelope to him: "You have a letter from home, Junior Brother, you must be more restrained. How long have you been cultivating and you are only at the seventh level?"

Zhang Lai remained calm. If he wasn't afraid, he would have definitely teased this beautiful senior sister.

A long time ago, he teased someone and was beaten up, and had to stay in bed for half a month.

"What happened at home this time?" Zhang Lai's family was a small and unknown family of immortal cultivators, with only one person in the Yongquan period in charge.

He opened the envelope and looked at the letter with a strange expression on his face. He hadn't been home for more than 20 years, and now he had a biological sister!

Chapter 42: Giving a younger sister as a gift; why is it not so good?

A cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage has already begun to detach from his mortal body, possesses divine powers, and can live up to 130 years. He will not show obvious signs of aging until the end of his life, and can still have a relatively young body when he is in his eighties or nineties.

Monks will not become weathered and cold like mortal elders as they grow older and gain more experience. Their edges and corners will be smoothed out, and they will still retain a lot of vitality, like dry wood meeting raging fire. Even if they are in their sixties or seventies, which is close to being buried in the ground for mortals, they can still give birth to offspring.

The corners of Zhang Lai's eyes twitched. His family's parents, who were in their seventies, wrote to him and told him that they had given birth to a sister for him fifteen years ago and named her Zhang Miaotong. She had good qualities and was sent to the outer sect, asking him to take good care of her.

"What a sin! I'm so old but I still can't worry about anything." Fatty Zhang was very worried. He had been away from home for more than 20 years and his impression of his parents and relatives was very vague. Now, a sister he had never met was given to him?

He will just feel strange and if he is asked to help take care of someone, it would be strange if he doesn't make the person become disabled.

"I got it, Brother Lin Xuan! Why not make Miaotong his sister?" Zhang Lai thought of a makeshift solution. He considered himself not a serious person and was afraid of leading his sister astray, so he simply pushed the child to be taken care of by an outsider.

The genius I met today is innocent and young. At least he won't teach his sister bad things. He also happened to have given someone a communication token, and he will give it to his sister when she comes. If his sister learns bad things herself, it's none of his business.

"Perfect!" Zhang Lai was in a good mood. He took advantage of his happiness to go back to the cave to bother his junior sister who had just fallen asleep for a while.

The next day, the outer sect group competition began, and Lin Xuan and Ling Huaiyin were assigned to different groups.

Lin Xuan was assigned to an opponent at the sixth level of Qi Refining. The opponent was good at water magic and was knocked down by Lin Xuan with one punch under the water pressure. With the ninth level of Body Refining cultivation, he could move around easily as long as he didn't encounter any powerful opponents.

The third day began a ten-day reincarnation competition, with the remaining two thousand disciples competing one by one, mostly under the supervision of elders. In addition to ensuring the safety of the disciples' lives, they were also responsible for maintaining the disciples' stable combat effectiveness.

Lin Xuan wins more games than he loses due to his strong physique. It is difficult for others to compete with him in terms of consumption. Some are defeated with just two or three punches, while others drag on for too long and suffer accumulated injuries and are unable to fight again. His performance is quite good among the many capable disciples.

The first failure was due to the extremely strong poison. After being poisoned by the cartilage powder, his whole body felt sore and weak. Lin Xuan guessed that if another cultivator in the Yongquan period came, he might also be poisoned. The other party's methods were very sophisticated.

Then he suffered a series of failures the next day. A Beastmaster at the eighth level of Qi Refining and four spirit beasts at the seventh level besieged him. When he was about to defeat three spirit beasts, he was ambushed and was defeated by a single move. After the defeat, the Beastmaster met the Puppet Master and was beaten by three tough puppets. He had no choice but to admit defeat as his two fists could not beat four hands.

Lin Xuan suspected that the three puppets used materials from the Yongquan period. He punched them more than a dozen times before seeing any damage.

The Unceasing Combat Body Art has little achievement in terms of solidity, so Lin Xuan's fist is not hard among physical cultivators. If the puppet is compared to a physical cultivator of the same level of cultivation, his shortcomings in attack will be magnified.

In addition to defeats, there were also tragic victories. On the seventh day, he encountered a formation master with a high level of realm. He was suppressed from the beginning. Lin Xuan showed weakness to the enemy and sacrificed two formation-breaking talismans. When he was seriously injured, he decided the outcome with one move.

It was not until the tenth day that more than 2,000 disciples competed against each other and began to calculate scores and rankings.

With the elders around, even the most serious injuries of the disciples can be cured in a few strokes, and broken arms can be regenerated or reattached.

"Brother Xuan'er, you are trying too hard. If you can't win, just admit defeat." Compared to the embarrassed Lin Xuan, Ling Huaiyin was in a much better situation, because once she felt that her chances of winning were low, she would decisively admit defeat to avoid getting beaten in vain.

"Next year will be different. We haven't prepared enough this year." Lin Xuan's eyes sparkled. Dozens of disastrous defeats did not discourage him at all. He had a clear understanding that he had only entered the Qi Refining Stage for less than a year.

It is normal for others to be able to defeat him after practicing for more than ten years and immersing themselves in Taoism for decades.

"Hurry up, the list is out. Let's see if I have improved compared to last year." Quarters of an hour later, the results of the competition came out and the list was posted on the most conspicuous notice board in the clan affairs hall.

The list only shows the rankings of the disciples who entered the reincarnation battle, and is divided into two parts. The names of the top 100 disciples are printed on the list with a golden base, shining brightly.

Lin Xuan ranked ninety-third, while Ling Huaiyin was a little ahead at seventy-ninth. She had been hovering around the top hundred last year, and after some veteran disciples were promoted, a large vacancy appeared in the top hundred.

The rewards were extremely generous, and they turned out to be elixir-level Qi-refining pills! It was said that the top ten would have the opportunity to cleanse their tendons and marrow, and the top ten's cleansing of tendons and marrow was stronger than the cultivators' own Qi-refining period, and would touch the origin and improve their fundamental qualifications.

"Let's go, brother Xuan'er. You must be a little tired after ten days of sleepless nights. Let's go back to my cave and rest for two days."

"Yeah." Lin Xuan nodded. Somehow, he liked bathing in his sister's bathtub.

Ling Huaiyin held the boy's hand, a triumphant smile appeared on her face, and she could get close to Xuan'er again.

The outer sect competition attracted much attention, especially the top 100 disciples. Most of the disciples knew the results within half a day.

The insiders of the mountain couldn't help but swallow their saliva. My goodness, Young Master Lin Xuan is so strong! They all knew that Wan Lin was about to step down. Would Young Master Lin Xuan become the new deputy mountain master?

The outside gate has the qualification, it just depends on whether the other party is willing.

Several deputy mountain masters of Wanlin Mountain are basically in the top 100, and the worst are very close to the top 100. Xiang Caiyun also understood the list, which is ranked over 80. The guy who slapped her in the face is also on the list!

"Damn Wan Lin, you ungrateful bastard! I have practiced dual cultivation with you for so many years, but you just cared about entering the inner gate and ignored me!" Xiang Caiyun's eyes were blazing with fire, and all his anger was directed at Wan Lin. Rarely, he did not hold a grudge against Lin Xuan.

Xiang Caiyun picked on the weak. He knew Lin Xuan's background and knew that he had the strength to break into the top 100 in less than a year. He was the hardest persimmon in the world. All the hatred naturally shifted to Wan Lin, who didn't care about his partner's life or death.

Wan Lin made it into the top 30 or 40 this year, and after receiving his reward, he immediately began to retreat and break through.

"Time is running out, I have to make more preparations." Xiang Caiyun has a bad temper and does things in an extreme way, but she is not stupid at all. She understands that she has recruited too many strong people recently, which has buried hidden dangers.

It's okay in normal times, but it's very dangerous during turbulent times when power changes in the mountains.

"If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust. The Bull Demon was born in Wanlin!" A ruthless look flashed across Xiang Caiyun's face. Monks are not like ordinary people who value chastity more than life. She values ​​it even less among the monks.

As a female cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, Xiang Caiyun thought that even if her looks were the lowest among those women, she was still better than most women in the sect. She was willing to completely sacrifice her looks in exchange for relationships with the strong men recruited halfway.

She will break up with Wan Lin after he is promoted to the inner sect. She is fed up with this ungrateful man.

The first move can stabilize the morale of the troops. Xiang Caiyun does not want to be stabbed in the back after finally sitting on the throne of the mountain master.

The second move was to ease the relationship with several other rivals. Xiang Caiyun was not very sure of taking over the mountain, so he had to make more preparations in case he failed and ended up not even being the deputy mountain master.

It just so happened that Wan Lin had made a breakthrough during his retreat, so Xiang Caiyun could act more boldly.

As she looked at the eye-catching soft flesh, a confident look appeared on her face. Although her looks were at the bottom, she still had the advantage of her figure, which ranked at the top. She could fight anyone in the sect and could definitely make those men surrender!

In the middle of the night, the beautiful woman with a proud figure left the mountain quietly.

In a cave deep in the forest, a handsome male cultivator suddenly frowned. Why did he feel like something was not right?

Chapter 43: You Want a Sister or Not; Zhang Miaotong

"Ding! The system task has been completed. Task evaluation: elementary. The elementary task reward has been issued."

"Ding! One hundred low-grade spirit stones are stored in the personal space, and a bit of Frost Rain Skill experience is distributed."

The wonderful experience was rewarded again. When I realized that the moment was over, it seemed like several months had passed, several months of practicing Frost Rain Technique with all my heart and soul. After a moment, the Frost Rain Technique looked very different.

A real mysterious rune appeared in the Dantian, and the Frost and Rain Technique entered a whole new realm. Now there was no need to draw the rune every time. One only had to communicate with the rune in the Dantian to perform the technique, and he could do it as he pleased.

"Am I really a genius?" Lin Xuan had only a vague understanding of the new realm of Frost and Rain Technique, which was called Divine Power Technique. Its power was greatly increased. All kinds of Taoism in the world, if practiced to the extreme, could form Divine Power, just like instinct.

He practiced Frost and Rain Technique for half a year and reached the great success realm. He then rested for two months and practiced wholeheartedly for several more months with the system reward. If it were an ordinary person, he might only reach the small success realm in the same amount of time.

Twenty days had passed since the outer sect competition ended, and it was the next month. It was now April of the 6379th year of the Xuanhe calendar. Lin Xuan had cultivated to the middle stage of the sixth level of Qi Refining and was planning to take the Qi Refining elixir.

Three days later, Lin Xuan completely refined the medicinal power, his mid-term cultivation was complete, and his late-term cultivation was advanced by half.

Because the Frost and Rain Technique has reached a whole new level, it will not become rusty even if it is not practiced for a long time, so there is a lot of free time every day, and it is necessary to adjust the daily practice.

There are twelve hours in a day, and two hours are enough for rest. Three hours are used for Qi training, three hours for body training, and two hours for object control. The remaining two hours are used for alchemy. The schedule can be adjusted after learning new spells.

"The Frost and Rain Spell has come to an end for the time being. I need to quickly learn a new spell." Lin Xuan summed up the experience of the outer sect competition. The Frost and Rain Spell has a greater negative impact on cultivators of the same realm, and its lethality is insufficient.

The difference would be too great if it were just the object control technique, so the next spell could be one with great destructive power.

A few days later, Lin Xuan noticed the movement of the token while he was refining the elixir. Half a minute later, he took it out to check. There were quite a few tokens in the storage bag. The inner sect sister gave him several, and Zhang Lai also gave him one. The movement came from Zhang Lai's token.