Ye Lin looked at everyone and said again, "Besides, I think Lin Zhao is good. He's steady and has been here at Fusu Great Wall for so long, being chased and cursed by so many kids, has he ever retorted once? You guys, you're just lacking in decency."
"Never mind him."
Qin Yu chuckled, "Let's discuss it among ourselves."
"Oh, by the way, Qin Yu."
Ye Lin's sword-like eyebrows rose, "When will your cousin Lin Wanhua be back? She went out to kill demons so long ago and still hasn't returned. Could something have happened... How about I take a few Tenth Realm family generals and go look for her?"
"My cousin is an Eighth Realm Golden Core sword cultivator, she doesn't need you to worry about her!"
Qin Yu said irritably, "Ye Lin, I know you're a born romantic with a lot of tricks up your sleeve, but stop thinking about my sister, alright?"
"No."
Ye Lin shook his head, "The number one beauty of Fusu Great Wall, and a sword dao genius, how could I not think about her?"
"Get lost!"
Qin Yu and Liu Xilong grabbed Ye Lin together and threw him from the building. The man flipped in mid-air and landed gracefully, still holding his folding fan, his demeanor elegant.
...
Several days later.
On the city wall, Lin Zhao was still cultivating his fist intent, and simultaneously using the Qingxin Rock left by his senior sister to hone the edge of Mingyue in the Jianyun Lake. This flying sword was becoming sharper and sharper. Lin Zhao was even considering refining it, turning Mingyue into his own lifebound item. The power of a lifebound flying sword was far greater than that of an ordinary one.
Soon after, many more people arrived on the city wall.
A young man in purple walked at the front, sneering, "Lin Zhao, I heard your boxing is very good? Let's spar? You're in the Sixth Realm, and so am I, I won't take advantage of you."
"No fighting."
Lin Zhao shook his head.
At this moment, a sword gleam flew onto the city wall. It was Qin Yu, the innate sword seed. His appearance immediately drew many young men and women to surround him.
"We've met before."
Qin Yu smiled, "Lin Zhao, shall we spar? I can suppress my realm to the Sixth Realm and compete with you."
"No thank you."
Lin Zhao shook his head and said, "Time is precious, I don't fight. I just want to cultivate."
"Hmph!"
Even Qin Yu, with his good temper, was a little displeased, "So many people are scolding you, Lin Zhao, are you really a wooden Buddha with no temper? If you're like this, what's the point of practicing boxing?"
Lin Zhao frowned, "I practice boxing to kill demons, not to beat all of you to the ground."
"Ha?!"
Not far away, Liu Xilong, the innate general seed, cupped his hand to his ear as if he hadn't heard correctly, and laughed, "Lin Zhao, what did you just say? You want to beat all of us to the ground?"
"No."
Lin Zhao focused on maintaining his fist stance and cultivating his fist intent, "Even if I had the strength, I wouldn't do it. Fighting for dominance is something only children do."
"Tsk tsk tsk~~~"
Even the easy-going Ye Lin couldn't stand it, "Lin Zhao, if you're going to talk like that, I really won't be happy to hear it. Although I think you're a good person, a spar is fine. You're a Sixth Realm martial artist, and I'm a Seventh Realm cultivator. I won't take advantage, how about a match?"
"No, no."
Lin Zhao shook his head, "Please don't disturb my practice, okay?"
"Tsk tsk!"
The young man in purple sneered, "Even at the Sixth Realm, you're still a spineless coward!"
The group of youngsters jeered for a while, found it uninteresting, and all left.
But from then on, every day Lin Zhao practiced boxing on the city wall, young people would come and make sarcastic remarks, as if they wouldn't be comfortable without provoking Lin Zhao.
...
One day, Lin Zhao let out a long sigh on the city wall.
Finally, the General's Gall he had refined from Zhang Xicheng was completely absorbed. Furthermore, it was refined using the martial dao and sword dao luck of Fusu Great Wall as a catalyst. At this moment, a golden martial gall was radiating brightly in Lin Zhao's chest, seemingly becoming the center of all his true qi. The fire qilin within his body, carrying his immense true qi, galloped around the martial gall with joy.
"Tsk tsk..."
Not far away, the old dragon head, who was drunk and asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and chuckled, "Martial gall?"
"Mmm!"
Lin Zhao nodded and smiled, "A General's Gall!"
"Oh."
The old dragon head closed his eyes again, but his heart was laughing heartily. This foolish boy actually thought that martial gall was a General's Gall? In fact, it was a War God's Gall of a higher grade. Martial galls of this level were rarely seen in the world, and what martial artist wouldn't covet them? This傻小子 (foolish boy) was completely unaware, but it was for the best... He was the disciple of Long Zaitian, the younger brother of the Twelfth Realm Sword Immortal Long Tian, and it was good for him to have such a pure nature.
...
The formation of a martial gall was a blessing from heaven for a martial artist. Most martial artists in the world never had the chance to form one in their entire lives. As for Lin Zhao's War God's Gall, it was a true supreme existence that was one in a million. A martial artist who formed a War God's Gall would at least reach the Heavenly Origin Realm in the end. His achievements in this life could not be any lower!
Of course, Lin Zhao had no idea that this was a War God's Gall several levels higher than a General's Gall. He chuckled foolishly and maintained his fist stance for a while longer. Afterward, the young man came to the city wall, channeled all his true qi, and shouted loudly into the entire Fusu Great Wall with his inner force—
"Qin Yu, Liu Xilong, Ye Lin, and that guy in the ostentatious purple clothes, don't all of you want to spar with me? Now I'm giving you a chance. Tomorrow morning, I'll be waiting for you in front of Mingyue Tower. We'll decide the winner! For the insults your people have thrown at me these past few days, I will return them punch by punch. No need to suppress your realms, no need to hold back, I will beat all of you to the ground!"
The young man's voice was clear and loud, spreading throughout Fusu Great Wall.
"Oh?!"
In a thatched hut within the city, the old Sword Immortal Lu Xinghe opened his narrowed eyes and couldn't help but smile, "This is much more interesting now. I knew it, Lin Zhao isn't someone to be easily provoked, is he?"
...
"That Lin Zhao..."
In the Qin family mansion, Qin Yu, who was drinking tea, took a deep breath and said, "He actually dares to do this, challenging three of us at once. What is he thinking?"
Liu Xilong frowned, "He'll probably break through tomorrow."
"Sixth Realm to Seventh Realm?"
Ye Lin said, "Not necessarily?"
"Who knows."
Qin Yu said, "In any case, everyone should go all out tomorrow. It doesn't matter if we lose one or two, but if we lose all of them, then the new generation prodigies of Fusu Great Wall will become a joke, and we won't be able to hold our heads up in front of Snow Domain Heavenly Pool."
"Indeed."
Liu Xilong said solemnly, "Let's be steady tomorrow. Let's send a few people to test his limits first."
"Mmm!"
Qin Yu chuckled, "Don't worry too much. Our Seventh Realm has long been stable. Even if Lin Zhao truly breaks through, he'll only be a newly forged Seventh Realm, with an unstable foundation. Three swords will take him down!"
"Tomorrow's battle will tell!"
...
Outside Fusu Great Wall.
A peerlessly beautiful woman in a long dress, carrying a long sword, entered the city.
Lin Wanhua, Qin Yu's cousin, the daughter of the Lin family of Fusu Great Wall. In her youth, she was already a peerless beauty. She was beautiful and her temperament was pure, earning her the title of the most beautiful woman in Fusu Great Wall. What made her title of most beautiful woman even more admired by everyone was that Lin Wanhua was also a genius sword cultivator, an Eighth Realm Golden Core sword cultivator at the young age of eighteen.
In the eyes of the sword immortals and martial gods of Fusu Great Wall, Lin Wanhua's sword dao cultivation among the younger generation of Fusu Great Wall could only be rivaled by her cousin, the innate sword seed Qin Yu. Others couldn't compare.
"Mmm?"
At this moment, Lin Zhao's voice spread throughout Fusu Great Wall from the city wall. Lin Wanhua immediately flew into the city and turned to look at the young man in green. She wanted to see who had such a big mouth to challenge her cousin Qin Yu.
Upon seeing him, she found him to be quite ordinary.
Lin Wanhua let out a light snort and returned to her mansion.
...
That night, the entire Fusu Great Wall was discussing the outsider named Lin Zhao. This young man from the Great Chen Dynasty's Snow Domain Heavenly Pool, had he taken the wrong medicine to dare challenge the innate sword seed, innate general seed, and innate romantic seed of Fusu Great Wall? Wasn't he tired of living?
Thus, the matter escalated.
The betting houses had already opened their doors.
Lin Zhao winning against Ye Lin had moderate odds. As for Lin Zhao winning against Liu Xilong, the odds were significantly skewed. And as for Lin Zhao winning against Qin Yu, the odds were astonishingly high, with very few people betting on Lin Zhao.
Late at night, a young man in a gray and white cloak appeared in the betting house. He looked cautious and composed. He bet all one thousand Qingfu coins on Lin Zhao winning against Qin Yu. If you're going to gamble, gamble big!
...
The next morning, the main street of Fusu Great Wall was bustling with excitement.
On both sides of the street, all sorts of stalls were set up. Even the vegetable-selling aunties had arrived early to claim a stall. As for the restaurants on both sides, countless people with unfathomable realms sipped their wine, waiting for the outcome of this duel.
Lin Zhao, in a green robe with an ancient sword on his back, walked out of the inn and stood alone in the center of the street.
The challengers appeared one by one.
"Who goes first?"
Qin Yu was surrounded by the crowd.
"I'll go first!"
The young man in purple was the most indignant. He roared, "Lin Zhao, shall we spar?"
"Yes."
Lin Zhao nodded, "You hate me the most, and you're the one I most want to fight."
"Yes..."
The young man in purple raised his palm and struck. Instantly, the lightning and fire in the palm of the Sixth Realm cultivator erupted. He wanted to test Lin Zhao's depth with this palm strike. Whether he could win or not was irrelevant.
"Boom!"
Lin Zhao crossed his fists to block, but he was still forced to retreat several steps by the spirit-filled palm strike. Immediately after, the young man in purple flicked his finger, and a wisp of technique shot directly at Lin Zhao's chest.
"Ah?"
Lin Zhao panicked and quickly dodged, and at the same time, the young man in purple sent a powerful palm strike from above. With a bang, Lin Zhao lay sprawled on the ground, dust flying!
...
"This..."
A group of onlookers exclaimed in shock, "Is that it?"
The young man in purple smugly crossed his arms, "Weren't you so arrogant? A Sixth Realm martial artist, you can't even defeat a Sixth Realm cultivator like me. You really are trash. People from the Great Chen Dynasty, aren't they all trash?"
"I... I haven't lost yet!"
From within the dust, the young man in green slowly stood up, his body swaying. He pretended to be calm and brushed the dust off his clothes, saying, "Come on, let's do it again!"