Inverse Sword Mad God

28: Chapter 27 You Will Regret This!

28: Chapter 27 You Will Regret This!

Lin Xuan had won nearly three hundred Contribution Points and returned to his small hut, satisfied.

Now, with only a month left before the Inner Sect test, he had to plan properly.

His strength was at the peak of the Fourth Rank of Pulse Condensation, and he would soon step into the Fifth Rank.

With these three hundred Contribution Points, he could choose two martial arts techniques.

Lin Xuan had only mastered the Thunder Move Sword Technique, and his stepping technique was still Basic Martial Arts; he didn’t know any other martial techniques.

However, with these three hundred Contribution Points, all these problems could be solved.

“Contribution Points are really something great, no wonder those guys are fighting so hard for them,” he thought.

In the Outer Door, having Contribution Points meant having abundant resources.

With resources, naturally, one could cultivate faster than others.

“I wonder what life as an Inner Sect Disciple is like?” Lin Xuan couldn’t help but yearn for it.

He had heard from Tang Yu that there was a Martial Arts Pavilion within the Inner Sect, where one could find any martial arts techniques below the Xuan-grade without spending Contribution Points.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan was eager to become an Inner Sect Disciple right away, so he wouldn’t have to do tasks and fight desperately for Contribution Points every day.

“Never mind, time to sleep first.” Lin Xuan took a bath and then quickly fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was already the next day.

After eating breakfast, Lin Xuan headed to the Task Hall.

“Brother Lin, good morning!”
Just as Lin Xuan entered, he heard Chen Dazheng’s voice.

He walked over with a smile and handed him a spirit ticket.

“Thanks for the other day, Brother Chen.

I’ve remembered this favor,” Lin Xuan said sincerely.

“Politeness for what?

It’s mainly because you’re skilled and caught Elder Fang’s attention.

Otherwise, how could I have had the ability to ask an elder?” Chen Dazheng said with a simple smile.

“Enough chit-chat, I’m here to pick out a few martial arts.

Does Brother Chen have any recommendations?” Lin Xuan got straight to the point.

“Which type are you looking for, sword techniques, movement techniques, palm techniques, or leg techniques?” asked Chen Dazheng.

Lin Xuan stroked his chin and thought about it.

He didn’t need any more sword techniques since he had only learned the first level of the Thunder Move Sword Technique, and he estimated that he would be focusing on it for a long time to come.

He needed a stepping technique, as he was currently using Basic Footwork.

As for the rest, he wanted to choose a martial arts technique that would strengthen his body, since the stronger he was, the more powerful the Thunder Move Sword Technique would be when executed.

In fact, he had originally wanted to ask Lord of Wine to contribute Basic Martial Arts, but Lord of Wine had directly told him that he had plenty of martial arts, just none suitable for him.

There was no choice, Lin Xuan’s cultivation was simply too low.

With no other options, he had come to the Task Hall to exchange for martial arts.

“Find me some step techniques, as well as body tempering techniques,” Lin Xuan said.

Chen Dazheng handed over two books, both on the shelf.

“Take a good look,” he said.

Lin Xuan skimmed swiftly through them and quickly chose two martial arts techniques.

One was an intermediate Yellow Rank step technique, Instant Shadow Step, capable of achieving a shadow-like following and chasing the wind.

The other was the Golden Jade Quenching Body Technique, an intermediate Yellow Rank Martial Arts that could fortify Qi-Blood and increase strength.

Once mastered to great success, one’s body would be impervious to blades and swords.

Having chosen the martial arts, Lin Xuan accepted a few more tasks and then left the Task Hall.

He planned to first cultivate these martial arts, then pay another visit to Le Yang City to buy a better weapon.

After all, it would be a joke for a swordsman to be without a suitable weapon.

Lin Xuan didn’t head back to his hut but went to the Practice Room instead.

Martial Arts Training Rooms were specially designated by the Xuantian Sect for disciples to ensure undisturbed training.

Moreover, there were Bamboo Guards available as sparring partners inside.

These Martial Arts Training Rooms were divided into three levels, and the main difference between them lay in the Bamboo Guards: first-level was staffed by ordinary Bamboo Guards, second-level by the Red Spot Bamboo Guards, and third-level by the Golden Bamboo Guards.

A first-level Martial Arts Training Room cost ten low-grade spiritual stones per day, a second-level cost twenty low-grade spiritual stones per day, and a third-level room cost thirty spiritual stones per day.

Red Spot Bamboo Forest Guard Lin Xuan had already experienced it during the Outer Door test—their strength was roughly equivalent to that between the Third and Fourth Rank of Pulse Condensation, while the power of the Golden Bamboo Guard lay between the Fifth and Sixth Rank of Pulse Condensation.

After a brief consideration, Lin Xuan chose the Golden Bamboo Guard; the Red Spot Bamboo Forest Guard no longer posed a challenge to him.

After paying the spirit stones and receiving the room key, Lin Xuan intended to leave.

At this moment, a male and female disciple happened to walk over.

Lin Xuan didn’t pay much attention and, after asking about the location of the room, left.

Lin Xuan had just walked a few steps when he heard a sharp cry from behind, “What did you say, all the third-level Martial Arts Training Rooms are taken?”
“That’s right, the last third-level Martial Arts Training Room was just reserved by someone else; you might want to choose another,” said the disciple responsible for the records.

“Who reserved it?” the girl asked.

“Hurry up and tell me, I’m from the Qingyi Society!”
Hearing the three words “Qingyi Society,” the recording disciple shrank his neck and then pointed towards Lin Xuan’s retreating figure.

Upon seeing that Lin Xuan was a disciple with the cultivation of the Fourth Rank of Pulse Condensation and not from one of the Three Great Forces, the girl lifted her chin arrogantly and chased after him.

“You, stop!” she commanded imperiously.

Lin Xuan ignored her as if she weren’t there, continuing to walk at his usual pace.

This infuriated the young woman, who was accustomed to being fawned over like a servant by the male disciples; confronted with Lin Xuan’s disregard for her, her small hand trembled with anger.

“Hmph, you dare ignore me!” she said, her pretty face cold as she waved her hand, striking towards the back of Lin Xuan’s heart.

Spiritual power fluctuated in the air, producing a howling sound.

Lin Xuan originally did not want to pay attention to this kind of woman.

Unexpectedly, she attacked him, aiming for a vital spot.

His lips slightly pursed, and his fingers became like a sword, striking back with a reverse thrust.

Hiss!

Sword light flickered at his fingertips, incredibly sharp, piercing through the girl’s spiritual power outside her palm and landing on her fair skin.

“Ouch!” the girl cried out in pain, retreating with her hand covered.

There was a red spot on her palm caused by Lin Xuan’s sword light, though she did not realize that Lin Xuan had already shown mercy.

“You, you dare to hurt me?

Do you know who I am?” she said, covering her palm, her voice as cold as falling snow.

Seeing that Lin Xuan still had not turned around, the girl angrily said to the male disciple beside her, “Are you a stone?

Didn’t you see him bullying me?”
The young man thought that with the girl’s cultivation at the Fifth Rank of Pulse Condensing, dealing with a mere Fourth Rank disciple would be an easy task, yet the situation took an unexpected turn.

In his eyes, Lin Xuan’s actions were absolutely suicidal.

“I’ll give you one chance to come here and apologize, or you’re dead!” the young man shouted harshly.

Lin Xuan gave no reaction.

“Damn it, you’ll regret this.” The young man’s body suddenly pounced out, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, with a daunting momentum.

Lin Xuan had already warned the young woman and did not expect that they would still refuse to repent.

Anger rose in his heart, and the sword light in his hand erupted once again.

“Scram!”
A single word thundered out, accompanied by an incomparably skillful sword light.

A vast expanse of green Qi stream hit the young man’s chest in an instant.

Splat!

The young man flew backward through the air.

Only when the young man landed on the ground did Lin Xuan get a clear view of his face, which made him pause in surprise.