Chapter Forty: Becoming an Outer Sect Disciple

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After being assigned a place to stay, Lin Yanghao, full of curiosity, wandered around the outer sect of the Seven Luminaries Sect to get a sense of his future living environment.

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Elsewhere in the inner sect of the Seven Luminaries Sect, a young man, clearly of subordinate status, hurriedly approached a richly dressed youth, slightly out of breath.

"Brother Hui, we've got news about that kid you wanted us to find!" the underling said.

"What? You found him? Where is he?" the young man asked anxiously.

"Brother Hui, comparing him with the portrait you gave us, that kid participated in our sect's entrance test today and successfully joined the outer sect. His name is Lin Yanghao."

"I see. The sect forbids inner sect disciples from taking action against those in the outer sect, so let him enjoy a few carefree days for now. Go and tell Steward Cao from the outer sect to look after him for me!" The young man spoke with a hint of mockery.

"What kind of spiritual root did he have?" the young man continued.

Truth be told, a trace of worry lingered in the young man's heart. If Lin Yanghao possessed extraordinary talent, it would be difficult to suppress him, since the sect would surely pay close attention to disciples with exceptional spiritual roots.

"Brother Hui, you have nothing to worry about. That kid is a useless five-element spiritual root, a complete good-for-nothing. Whether he can even reach Foundation Establishment is doubtful!"

"Who says I'm worried! Why would a genius with dual spiritual roots like me fear him?" The young man, his thoughts exposed by his underling, grew displeased and immediately rebuked him, though inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, Brother Hui is a once-in-a-century genius. How could Lin Yanghao, a mere outer sect disciple, compare to you? Even if he did have a heavenly spiritual root, he would still be no match for Brother Hui—let alone as a mere five-element good-for-nothing." The underling, realizing his slip, quickly tried to flatter him.

This young man was none other than Wang Shaohui, the one mentioned by the patriarch of the Wang family in Chiyang City. It was his younger brother, Wang Jinping, whom Lin Yanghao had killed. The moment he learned his brother had been slain, Wang Shaohui flew into a rage, mobilizing all his followers to keep watch outside the sect day and night, only finding Lin Yanghao today.

According to the sect's rules, any inner sect disciple could establish their own faction, or join one. Wang Shaohui, with his dual spiritual roots, had always been a standout among his peers. Naturally, he formed his own faction, attracting many to his side.

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Meanwhile, Lin Yanghao remained completely unaware of all this. He wandered alone through the sect, oblivious to the snare Wang Shaohui had set for him.

The next morning, Steward Liu gathered all the newly inducted outer sect disciples. Lin Yanghao knew this meant they were about to be assigned chores.

Looking around, Lin Yanghao counted several hundred new recruits. At the front of the group stood a handful of disciples, their arrogant demeanor marking them as the so-called geniuses of this intake. The sight left Lin Yanghao somewhat disgruntled.

"So what if you're a genius?" he thought to himself. "One day, I'll surpass you all, one by one!"