C18 Let the Battle Begin

On the Martial Arts Practice Grounds, Lin Lan still wore an extremely gentle smile on her face as she looked at the Elders on the high platform. It was like a spring breeze, causing the elders of the clans to nod their heads in satisfaction. When Lin Zhannan, who was sitting in the middle of the tall platform, saw Lin Lan, he, just like the other elders, gently nodded his head. He had to admit that Lin Lan had an extremely good reputation in the Lin Clan.

When Lin Lan stood on the martial arts practice field, a youth slowly walked to stand in front of her. Lin Lan's opponent was a relatively dark-skinned youth. The youth's bright eyes occasionally emitted a bright light. Looking at the young man before him, who was known as the second person in the clan for the past hundred years, the young man had a calmness that his peers did not have.

"Cousin Lin Lan, please show mercy later." The youth smiled. His pure-white teeth contrasted sharply with his swarthy skin. Unlike Lin Lan's feminine smile, the youth's smile was a sincere one without any concealment, a smile that came from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, Cousin Lin Yun is being modest. I've heard that Cousin Lin Yun is about to reach the Medial Grade Spirit Scholar level. Becoming a Medial Grade Spirit Scholar is only a matter of time." Lin Lan smiled faintly. She did not feel a little complacent because the youth was flattering her.

Lin Yun, who was standing in front of Lin Lan, slightly nodded his head, revealing a row of neat and white teeth. Towards the Lin Lan in front of him, he had always regarded her as an object that he could surpass.

The higher ups of the Lin Clan on the platform listened to the conversation between the two youngsters with smiles on their faces. They all had the same thought in their hearts, that this child would definitely become someone great in the future.

"Hehe, Cousin Lin Yun, make your move. I want to see if you've made any progress in these three years." Lin Lan's smile was extremely comfortable. Even Lin Yun, who was standing in front of him, felt extremely relieved. He felt as if Lin Lan was his big brother. Upon hearing Lin Lan's words, Lin Yun immediately took up a stance as strands of Spiritual Energy flowed through his meridians.

The two of them instantly clashed in the martial arts practice field. Each move was different from the battle between Lin Yanran and Lin Dong earlier. The two of them had both entered the Spirit Scholar realm. Although they did not fully unleash their martial skills, they still acted as if they were there.

Lin Fan, who was below, looked at Lin Lan on the martial ground. His calm little face had some seriousness to it. From Lin Lan's techniques and her aura, Lin Lan had long since entered the realm of a Superior Spirit Scholar. The gap between a Spiritual Scholar and seven strands of Spiritual Qi was not small. If Lin Fan with seven strands of Spiritual Qi was standing at the foot of the mountain like he was climbing, then Lin Lan with a Superior Spiritual Scholar had already reached the peak.

The difference between the two of them was actually so huge. Just like a chasm, it was difficult to cross.

Lin Fan focused his mind and restrained the serious expression on his face. Although Lin Lan had entered the ranks of the Spirit Scholars, so what? Some things had to be faced. Furthermore, Lin Fan, who possessed a high rank martial skill, at least had a little bit of confidence when facing Lin Lan. He might not be able to defeat it, but he wouldn't be as bedraggled as he was three years ago.

In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, Lin Lan who was on the Martial Arts Practice Field quickly retreated. Lin Yun, who was following Lin Lan's footsteps, also quickened the strength on his feet. Just as Lin Lan was about to reach the edge of the training field, the gentle smile on her face instantly turned slightly colder. Immediately, a white fist imprint was emitted from her palm. The fist imprint was the size of a newborn baby's hand. However, the aura emitted from the fist imprint caused the people below to sigh in amazement.

"Low rank Yellow Rank martial skill, Gale Fist."

Pointing his fist at Lin Yun, a dull thud sounded from Lin Yun's chest. His vital energy and blood surged, the spirit energy in his dantian was in chaos, and under the gazes of everyone present, Lin Yun fell from the arena.

"Pfft." Lin Yun's face was pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Cousin Lin Yun, I accidentally lost control of my strength. Are you alright?" Looking at the fallen Lin Yun, a trace of complacency was revealed in the corners of Lin Lan's eyes, but it was quickly restrained. What replaced it was still that smile that was like the spring breeze.

"Cough cough, I'm fine. Cousin Lin Lan, you've won." Lin Yun was rather carefree as he clutched his chest. Standing up from the ground, he patted off the dust on his body and slightly nodded towards Lin Lan who was on the martial arts arena. After which, he left the martial arts arena.

Lin Fan looked at Lin Lan on the martial stage, his fists clenched, and the sound of bones rubbing against each other was extremely clear. Three years ago, Lin Lan had used this kind of expression to look at him. Now, her eyes were still the same. Even though their targets were different, Lin Fan's heart was still moved.

As for the Great Elder at the Martial Arts Practice Hall, he continued to call out the youths. Gradually, only a few of the Lin Clan's younger generation remained. The strength of these people was enough to tell that there were only five strands of Spiritual Energy.

Although these people appeared in the Martial Arts Practice Field … However, all the higher-ups of the Lin Clan knew that this was just a formality. For the sake of fairness, they were allowed to participate in the family competition. Amongst these people, Lin Fan had attracted the attention of quite a few people.

"Next match, Lin Fan against Lin Tao."

On the martial arena, the Great Elder yelled out expressionlessly. However, when he saw the name 'Lin Fan', his eyebrows gently lifted, and the indifferent expression on his face immediately had a trace of other charm added to it.

Lifting his head slightly, the Head Elder looked at the crowd standing in the square below the Martial Arts Practice Grounds. Immediately after, on a hundred year old willow tree at the edge of the plaza, his gaze was fixed on the slightly elegant Old Mo, who was dressed in green clothes.

Old Mo had a lazy look, his hands behind his head, leaning on the willow tree's branches, his gaze fixated on Lin Fan who was heading towards the martial arts training field. His eyes that emitted a bright light were startled. Then, he tidied up his clothes and sat on the willow tree to straighten his body.

"Brat, don't embarrass this old man anymore. If you are unable to use the power of your spiritual will this time, then you will really lose your chance of becoming an expert in the future." Old Mo seemed a bit unsettled. Looking at Lin Fan, whose clothes were thin and his back seemed lonely, he mumbled from the corner of his mouth.

Contrary to Old Mo's expression, Lin Zhannan, who was on the high platform, was constantly rubbing his palms as his state of mind was as uncertain as Old Mo's. At the same time, his eyes also noticed the willow tree at the edge of the plaza. For some unknown reason, Lin Zhannan's uneasy mind felt a little at ease as an expectant look surfaced in his eyes.

"Fan'er …" Lin Zhannan muttered in his heart. A pair of callused hands tightly gripped a corner of the table beside him.

However, the clansmen of the Lin Clan, regardless of their gender or age, were completely different from Old Mo and Lin Zhannan. Looking at Lin Fan on the martial ground, the corners of his mouth still maintained a smile, but in his expression, he was not willing to pay any attention to him.

"Trash." In the crowd, a young man wearing white clothes beside Yang Batian revealed a contemptuous smile. "Nope." He waved his hand and shook his head. "When you leave the Lin Clan, I'll take care of you. When I beat your steward to death, this time I'll definitely take your life."

The young man in white was the young master of the Yang Family from the auction that day. Because of that palm strike of Old Mo's, a layer of gauze actually appeared on this youth's head. It seemed like the attack of Old Mo last time was not light either.

"Hehe, look, he is known as the son of the Lin Clan's number one person in a hundred years, Lin Zhannan. It is said that he still only possesses three Spiritual Energies."

"It can't be, right? Didn't they say that tigers don't have dogs and fathers? I have seen Patriarch Lin's strength before. How could his son be so weak? " In the crowd, sounds of rustling finally popped up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Many of these people came here to see Lin Zhannan as a joke. Now that the main character of this joke had appeared, how could these people let it go so easily?

Hehe, you guys probably don't know, but I actually know a secret. That boy is not the son of Lin Zhennan, but Lin Zhennan's wife was born from a vile spawn, which was secretly born while Lin Zhennan was out doing internal affairs with the Lin Clan's butler. It is said that that the butler was killed by the Yang Clan in the end.

"..."

One after another, unheard-of voices entered Lin Fan's ears. Hearing these obscene rumors, Lin Fan clenched his fists tightly. He bit his lips so hard that a trace of blood flowed out from his bright red lips.

Trembling all over, Lin Fan finally raised his head and said to a youth in front of him. "Let the battle begin."