C2 The Provocations of the Qin Brothers

Not far from Lin Jingyu, a well-dressed silk-clothes teenager with a face full of smiles was slowly walking over.

However, there was not only one silk-clothes teenager, behind him, on his left and right, there were two other young men who were similarly dressed. One was fat and the other was thin, but the two were obviously using silk-clothes teenager as their leader.

"Junior apprentice Lin, where are you going? Why don't you sleep in your shitty hut? "

Hearing silk-clothes teenager's obvious ridicule, the two youths by the side seemed to have planned beforehand as they coordinated and laughed out loud.

silk-clothes teenager grinned, his slightly sinister gaze landing on Lin Jingyu. His expression of arrogance made people feel that he was a playboy with a dissolute personality.

With this scene, it was natural that they did not come with good intentions.

The obvious provocation was full of sarcasm.

In this half a month, Lin Jingyu had been out of his room, all for the sake of opening the nine great veins. However, it was unknown which good thing had happened, but it was said that he had to stay indoors and sleep every day.

However, Lin Jingyu's reputation in the Martial Sect was already bad. It wasn't unreasonable for others to speak of him in such a manner.

Hearing the ridiculing voices from the few people in front of him, Lin Jingyu's brows slightly furrowed, he was slightly unhappy, but he was not angry, in his opinion, raising his strength was his most important priority right now. There was no need to waste time with someone who didn't matter.

His gaze was as calm as water, he did not care about the silk-clothes teenager deliberately making things difficult for him, and directly brushed past the latter, preparing to leave.

Seeing this, the corners of silk-clothes teenager's mouth became stiff, his face turned the color of pig liver, and he became extremely ugly.

He was actually being ignored! Furthermore, the other party was a trash who could not cultivate! How could he tolerate this?

Although silk-clothes teenager was anxious, he suppressed the anger in his heart with difficulty and chuckled: "Junior apprentice Lin, don't be angry, I heard that not long ago, you fell into a cliff. When I heard this news, I was worried for you for quite a while."

"Now that I see you unharmed, I'm relieved." The corner of silk-clothes teenager's mouth curled up as he said.

However, his gaze, had never left Lin Jingyu's face. He wanted to see what reaction the other party would have.

"Thanks for your concern, I'm fine." Lin Jingyu's eyes flashed, but he secretly thought: It's all thanks to you.

With that, he turned to leave, but was stopped by the silk-clothes teenager with a hand.

Lin Jingyu raised his eyebrows even more, obviously his patience was reaching its limit. He raised his head slightly, and the light in his eyes stopped at the latter.

Naturally, he recognized the silk-clothes teenager in front of him. His name was Zhao Ziyang, and he was slightly older than Lin Jingyu by a year. Just like Lin Jingyu, he was a candidate disciple of the Martial Sect Sect.

The only reason he dared to be so arrogant was because he had a grandfather who was an Internal Affairs Elder in the Martial Sect.

Beside him, the two young masters were also almost certainly related to the elders and guests in the sect.

Because no one dared to offend them due to their status as royalty, they acted unscrupulously and committed evil deeds.

In addition, they also forcibly seized the meagre cultivation resources allocated to them by the sects.

However, no one in the sect dared to do anything about it.

Why? Because he didn't dare.

Zhao Ziyang was extremely vengeful, and once, a candidate's cultivation resources were robbed without reason. As a result, he reported Zhao Ziyang to the Law Enforcement Master, but unexpectedly, he was rejected, with one word as the reason: False accusation!

The next day, that candidate was beaten up by a group of masked men for no reason. All of his money and cultivation resources were stolen, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

After that, he could only leave the Martial Sect dejectedly. He knew that offending Zhao Ziyang meant him a miserable life in the sect. From then on, almost all the disciples that were candidates did not dare to offend Zhao Ziyang, and all handed over their cultivation resources as if they were resigned to their fate.

The Internal Affairs Elder and the Law Enforcement Master were in cahoots, and the Internal Affairs Elder was so protective, so who would dare to offend her?

Amongst the candidates who were miserably bullied by Zhao Ziyang, Lin Jingyu was one of them. For a while, he was the only one who cleaned nearly all the sect's toilets and latrines.

Lin Jingyu alone did the job of a candidate for over two hundred disciples.

All of these, were naturally Zhao Ziyang's mischievous actions.

The Lin Jingyu of the past might have been a genius, but now, wasn't this kind of trash something that he could humiliate however he wanted?

It was such a great pleasure to trample on a genius that only came across the sects once in a hundred years! Zhao Ziyang thought.

Seeing Zhao Ziyang's slightly arrogant expression, Lin Jingyu's gaze instantly turned cold. This gaze seemed to be able to penetrate into one's heart, and Zhao Ziyang couldn't help but shiver.

Feeling this ice-cold gaze, Zhao Ziyang's expression was also somewhat unnatural, the bottom of his heart feeling weak.

Half a month ago, he originally wanted to teach Lin Jingyu a lesson, but he didn't expect to accidentally push the latter off the cliff. Normally, with regards to stealing other people's resources, he would be able to greet the Law Enforcement Master who had good relations with him, and then, this matter would be resolved.

However, he didn't dare to do anything about human life. The sect had a rule: disciples of the sect who kill each other should be given their lives in exchange for life! If this matter were to be exposed, even if he had his grandfather's guarantee that he would be able to preserve his life, he would likely be severely punished by the sect. His punishment would be several hundred lashes, and he would very likely be expelled from the sect.

His words just now were spoken to probe Lin Jingyu, to see if he had leaked the news. However, from the conversation just now, he could tell that he did not have it.

Thus, Zhao Ziyang heaved a sigh of relief, and thought to himself: Looks like I overthought things. He's just a trash, I doubt he would have the guts to go against me.

"Out of the way!" Lin Jingyu's expression remained calm, but his attitude suddenly became unyielding.

"What if I don't want to? What can you do to me? Lin Jingyu. " Knowing that the other party had not exposed the fact that he had pushed him off the cliff, Zhao Ziyang immediately felt at ease. He returned to his original arrogant appearance.

As long as there was no murder case, then it was not considered a violation of the sect rules. Even if the opponent was beaten into a cripple or an idiot, there was nothing wrong with it.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a mocking tone, as he looked at Lin Jingyu with cold eyes. "Do you really think you're still that number one genius in the sect three years ago?"

"Let me tell you, Lin Jingyu, you are completely useless now. You are only a f * cking trash, yet you dare to force yourself in front of me."

"Haha …" Zhao Ziyang's voice was loud and quickly attracted a large crowd of sect disciples.

"Am I seeing things? That was actually Lin Jingyu? I heard that half a month ago, he fell off a cliff and died? "

"Damn, I really have seen a ghost!"

"Right, right, that's him, he's actually not dead!" We only have half a breath left.

"Hmph, so what if he's alive? Wasn't he just a piece of trash? Not being able to cultivate it is simply wasting the sect's food! "

From the looks of it, he actually dares to challenge Zhao Ziyang. I really don't want to live anymore, I heard that Zhao Ziyang just happened to break through the fifth heaven of Qipo Stage a few days ago … "

"Ah, fifth level of the Qipo Stage, that's incredible. Amongst our disciples, other than Luo Yuanyuan and Zhou Tong, who else can be Zhao Ziyang's opponent?"

"If it was the Lin Jingyu from three years ago, perhaps it would be alright. I remember that when he was only twelve years old, he had already reached the seventh level of Qipo Stage! It can only be described with the word 'monster'. However, right now … "

"Hmph hmph, now this Lin Jingyu dares to pull the feathers on a tiger's butt, he truly doesn't know the limits of heaven and earth, he doesn't even know how he will die!"

"I think so too. Let's wait and see a good show."

As the commotion became louder and louder, more than half of the two hundred candidates from the Martial Sect put down their training and came over to watch the show.

There were many among them who had been oppressed by Zhao Ziyang, but they had all chosen to watch from the sidelines. Perhaps when they saw people who were once praised as geniuses, actually being oppressed like them, their minds might be more balanced.

It was fine if he was unlucky, but he also hoped that the other party would be as unlucky as him!

This, too, was perhaps the coldest and saddest part of a person.

Feeling the countless cold and detached gazes on him, Lin Jingyu laughed coldly while shaking his head.

Strength? This world was ultimately so mundane and snobbish, otherwise how could it be called the ordinary world!

No one would believe that Lin Jingyu, who had already become a trash, could be compared with the new generation star of the sect.

Perhaps today, it was time to prove himself!

The Lin Jingyu of the past was not a trash. Not now!

"Lin Jingyu, if you crawl under my crotch today, I can consider letting you go."

Zhao Ziyang grinned, revealing a playful smile, he immediately raised his right leg and made a gesture of humiliation.

When these words came out, everyone around looked at Lin Jingyu with eyes full of pity.

In their opinion, this time, Lin Jingyu could not avoid it.

It was clear that Zhao Ziyang was going to ruthlessly humiliate him in front of everyone.

"I don't want it."

Three simple words came out from that slightly delicate face.

Lin Jingyu's face was still as calm as always, as though he was a clear pond.

"You refuse a toast and you refuse a forfeit!" I think you are courting death. Brother Zhao, let me help you teach him a lesson! "

The fat teenager behind Zhao Ziyang suddenly moved, he fiercely punched towards Lin Jingyu's face.

The fist wind smashed into the air, suddenly emitting circle after circle of energy ripples.

At the same time, four strange, majestic phantoms flew out from behind the obese youth. These were the four refined soul fragments!

Four auras and souls condensed on the surface of a martial practitioner's body, which meant that the fat youth had a cultivation at the fourth stage of the Qipo Stage!

The surrounding onlookers also could not help but laugh. Most likely, with a cultivation at the fourth level of Qipo Stage, among the candidate disciples, although it could not be considered as extremely rare, it could still be considered to be above average.

The might of a punch from a practitioner at the fourth level of Qipo Stage was equivalent to the strength of eight hundred kilograms of boulders!

Lin Jingyu, could this trash hold against it?

The hundred plus young boys and girls present all seemed to be able to foresee the scene of the former being blasted to pieces.

Sssii! * Facing the opponent's unreserved punch, Lin Jingyu remained unmoved. He gently released all five of his fingers and pointed them forward.

In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, a dark black aura was suddenly emitted from his finger. It was an extremely strange glow that suddenly shot out from his fingertip.

Then there was a sound.

"Boom!"

A human figure was sent flying back like a kite with its string cut. Blood splattered in the air as the figure fell into the pond.

He was sent flying several hundred meters away! This change only happened in the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint.

The bodies of over a hundred youths stood there like stiff wooden sculptures.

It was motionless, as if it had been petrified!

Hiss! Hiss! "Hiss!"

Gasps could be heard constantly in the air as the youths stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

This, couldn't be true!

In his throat, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty as he was unable to calm his mind down for a long time …