Chapter 107: The Sect Tournament (Part Four)

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Le Hao tirelessly collected payment one after another, leaving with a storage ring filled with spirit stones, fully satisfied. Only the Ancient Chongyun remained silently deep in thought. Was Lin Yanghao really just taking a shortcut? Not quite. Lin Yanghao was a man full of hidden depths; in the previous battle, he probably hadn't even revealed a tenth of his true strength. As a monster who had lived for countless years, Lin Yanghao’s actions naturally could not escape his keen eyes.

“Send someone here.”

“Ancestor, what do you need?”

“Go and rearrange the residence of the Tianwu Sect.”

The Ancient Chongyun increasingly felt that the Tianwu Sect was not so simple. It was better not to make enemies of them just yet; first, he needed to probe the true nature of the Tianwu Sect. He would never allow anything that could threaten the Refining Heart Sect to exist. Everything must be crushed in the cradle!

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At this moment, Lin Yanghao had already retreated to a corner, eagerly unfolding a note passed to him by Zeng Quan: “Brother Lin, after the grand competition, I hope to have a chat in the herb garden.” Why did Zeng Quan want to see him? Were they close? They had only met once, and that was when Lin Yanghao had dealt him a blow. Could it be that he was here for revenge? But no, Zeng Quan didn’t seem like that kind of despicable person. Whatever, he would go out—who was afraid of whom! Lin Yanghao had never feared anything.

Refining Heart Sect’s Herb Garden

“Brother Lin, you finally came. I’ve been waiting for quite some time.” Seeing Lin Yanghao arrive, Zeng Quan hurried to greet him. It seemed Zeng Quan bore no ill will. So why did he want to see him? Lin Yanghao asked with curiosity, “What do you want from me?”

Zeng Quan realized Lin Yanghao might have misunderstood him. After all, they had only met once, and under such circumstances, Lin Yanghao’s reaction was understandable. He said, “I have long admired your strength, Brother Lin, and wanted to seek your guidance. I mean no harm.”

So he wanted to spar? Very well, he would show him what true invincibility meant. “Then come quickly. My time is precious—millions can be lost or gained in mere minutes. Can you afford to lose?”

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People like Zeng Quan needed to be taught a lesson; without absolute despair, they would cling endlessly. Lin Yanghao decided to crush him with overwhelming power.

Zeng Quan smiled wryly. The other man had misunderstood him again. He wanted to spar, but only if he had the strength. “Brother Lin, you’ve got it wrong. How could I be a match for you? I’m not looking for pain.”

Lin Yanghao was speechless. If you say you don’t want to fight but act all hesitant, are you just like Liu Zichen? Did you invite me out because you fancied my charm and wanted to make a move? The more he thought about it, the more he believed it. After all, he was so handsome and charming; it was understandable if others had ulterior motives.

With a look of disdain, Lin Yanghao stepped back a few paces. If Zeng Quan knew what was going through his mind, he would probably spit blood on the spot and curse him shameless. But Zeng Quan didn’t know; he only saw Lin Yanghao’s expression of disgust, which left him puzzled.

“Today, I earned a lot thanks to you, Brother Lin. It’s only right to share. Here, take these 25,000 lower-grade spirit stones,” Zeng Quan said, producing the stones and handing them over.

Who would refuse such a gift? Lin Yanghao naturally accepted them all. He smugly thought, “Could it be that my personal charisma has skyrocketed lately? Both armor and spirit stones; has Zeng Quan become my fan?”

“Brother Lin, I want to stick with you from now on.” Zeng Quan looked expectantly at Lin Yanghao for a response. He admired Lin Yanghao’s prowess immensely—already so strong at the false core stage, the future was unimaginable. Following Lin Yanghao might be a good path.

Only by striving can one win! Today, he would take a gamble.

“Uh…” Lin Yanghao was momentarily stunned by this sudden follower but then realized Zeng Quan might be a way to break free from the Tianwu Sect’s control. He said, “Alright, since you want to follow me, I’ll reluctantly accept you.”

“Big brother! Whatever you need, just say the word. I’d even go through fire and water for you!” Zeng Quan said happily.

As the young master of the Dingyuan Sect, Zeng Quan’s help might indeed get Lin Yanghao out of trouble. “No need for that, but I do have a difficult matter that requires your assistance.”

“Just say it, big brother. If I can do it, I will do my utmost,” Zeng Quan responded eagerly. Any chance to prove himself was welcome.

“The situation is like this…” Lin Yanghao began recounting his recent experience with the Tianwu Sect.

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“What! That’s great!”

“What did you say?” Lin Yanghao wanted to hit him. After all he’d been through, he still said that? It was asking for a beating.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I just feel relieved that you’re not from the Tianwu Sect,” Zeng Quan quickly explained, realizing his mistake.

“Alright then, do you have a plan?”

“Listen to me, big brother, you do this… then that…”

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Since the Refining Heart Sect arranged new lodgings for Lin Yanghao and his companions, he had a perfect excuse. If Le Hao asked, he would just say he got lost trying to find the new place—an airtight alibi.

Sure enough, when Lin Yanghao returned, Le Hao questioned his whereabouts but was easily put off with that excuse. Le Hao still looked shaken, clearly worried about being unable to find Lin Yanghao.

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The second day of the sect competition had arrived, now narrowing from sixteen to eight. As before, a draw was held. Surprisingly, Liu Zichen had also advanced into the top sixteen. Lin Yanghao learned that Zhao Shan had forfeited even before stepping onto the stage, thinking he couldn’t claim first place anyway, so he avoided facing the formidable Liu Zichen.

Lin Yanghao drew number one, and surprisingly, Zeng Quan was drawn as number sixteen. Lin Yanghao slowly ascended the arena, feeling a bit awkward—he had just taken Zeng Quan as a follower yesterday, and now he had to fight him. He felt somewhat sorry for the young man.

The crowd buzzed with anticipation. Zeng Quan’s reputation was well known; as a genius with the Thunder Spirit Root, he naturally attracted many eyes.

“Who do you think will win?”

“Are you silly? Don’t you know Zeng Quan? He’s a Thunder Spirit Root prodigy. Even those in the early core formation stage might lose to him. So it’s no surprise if Zeng Quan wins this match.”