Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 240 - 14: Waiting

Chapter 240: Chapter 14: Waiting

The proclamation affair caused a stir within the martial arts academy.

Among the exchanges between many disciples, it felt quite ridiculous.

More so in the backdrop of Zheg Guang and Yun Yin vying for the top position in the academy, with some secretly fanning the flames, leading nearly everyone to discuss it privately.

It’s simply that the Long-brow Taoist took in a fool. Issuing the proclamation couldn’t suppress the forces under his banner.

This was like a severe blow to the face of a powerful figure. Originally, Lin Yuan, by relying on the Long-brow Taoist’s connections, took the lucrative post at Black Dragon Pool but was deeply discontent.

Seeing Lin Yuan suffer now, with Long-brow losing face, it was more refreshing than eating watermelon on a hot day.

"Foolish, huh? Hahaha. Ate something good but couldn’t digest it, had to spit it out in the end," the disciples continued ridiculing.

"This Lin Yuan, he has utterly shamed our Yun Yin lineage. Warriors earn their reputations with their fists, yet this Lin Yuan is a crafty fellow attempting to use the sect’s prestige to oppress others. Now it’s known throughout the world, it’s truly the shame of Yun Yin," other disciples of the Yun Yin lineage couldn’t stand the mockery from the disciples of Zheg Guang and Shuo Feng lineages, seething with anger.

Almost wanting to personally capture Lin Yuan and whip him a few times at the gate.

For a time, Lin Yuan’s name spread throughout the entire martial arts academy overnight.

Naturally, it was all about disgracing the sect, being a disgrace to the master, being deceitful, bullying others, and such.

In the Shuo Feng lineage, at a certain residence.

Qi Yu was earnestly comprehending the third realm of martial arts intent, the realm of no form.

After a long contemplation, Qi Yu slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

Soon after, a junior sister she was friendly with entered: "Senior sister, there’s a degenerate Lin Yuan from the Yun Yin lineage, it’s simply unbelievable."

Qi Yu frowned at these words: "Ni, junior sister, don’t follow the herd. It’s best not to jump to conclusions without seeing with your own eyes. After all, it concerns a person’s character."

"Senior sister, it’s not as you think. I’m afraid Lin Yuan is indeed as the rumors suggest, a vile character who bullies others," Ni Ning’ai said seriously, narrating all the incidents she knew.

After listening, Qi Yu gently shook her head.

At this moment, she couldn’t help but recall her own similar experience.

Back when she was consolidating her Yuan, Ning Yi began pursuing her. Without feigning politeness, rumors started about her feigning high-mindedness. Later, gossip became increasingly excessive, saying she appeared lofty but was actually promiscuous, trying to appear more perfect and extract more resources from Ning Yi.

Almost everyone viewed her with colored glasses at that time, though she knew the actual situation best, she wrapped herself in coldness. Her reputation as a cold beauty started then.

Eventually, as her strength increased, securing a top ten position in the Aperture Realm, these rumors gradually faded.

Currently, Lin Yuan’s situation was so similar to hers.

Three make a tiger, perhaps Lin Yuan, junior brother Lin indeed has talent, who knows.

After a brief analysis, Qi Yu’s interest in Lin Yuan grew somewhat.

"Recently, there’s been no progress in intent training, perhaps gaining insights from nature outside might provide opportunities. If there’s a chance, I’ll go see Black Dragon Pool." With this thought, Qi Yu, connecting it to another matter, decided inwardly.

"I’m ranked ninth in the academy, as instructed by the master, I need to act as captain. With Ning Yi ahead, I reckon no academy disciple would dare join my ranks. Just as Lin Yuan is from the Yun Yin lineage, such concerns don’t apply."

"Let’s see if junior brother Lin can break these rumors." A hint of expectation suddenly rose in Qi Yu’s heart.

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As commotion brewed in the academy, contrastingly, tranquility dominated the Black Dragon Pool’s official residence.

The third day after the proclamation was issued. Lin Yuan, accompanied by Qiao Yuanjing, rode strong horses, touring around, continually learning about the customs and geography of Black Dragon Pool.

The two arrived beside a vast lake.

From afar, the lake stretched to the horizon, seamlessly connecting with the sky, boundless. Nearby, green mountains reflected, exceptionally beautiful.

"Sir!" Qiao Yuanjing raised his whip, pointing at the lake: "This is Black Dragon Pool. The most famous here is the spiritual fish I mentioned earlier."

Observing such scenery, Lin Yuan felt relieved, gaining a broader perspective. After a slight nod, he urged his horse to ride along the lakeshore.

The next day, Lin Yuan received a letter from his master, the Long-brow Taoist, at Black Dragon Pool’s official residence.

Breaking the wax seal, Lin Yuan scanned the contents at a glance.

"Master, it seems my talent still doesn’t stand out enough to catch your eye." Lin Yuan set down the letter, smiling faintly.

"However, after capturing Black Dragon Pool, asking for the second divine map. I wonder if master will agree?" Lin Yuan mused to himself.

Time flowed quietly.

Zheg Guang lineage didn’t take any action in Black Dragon Pool, yet grew increasingly intense in other regions, continually hindering Yun Yin lineage’s personnel.

Despite the Long-brow Taoist’s various arrangements, he couldn’t free personnel to support Lin Yuan at Black Dragon Pool.

During these days, the Long-brow Taoist’s white hair increased, and his forehead’s wrinkles deepened.

In a quiet room, thinking about Lin Yuan’s situation, the Long-brow Taoist sighed heavily: "Ah, in such circumstances, what can one do but sigh futilely!"

On the fifth day after the proclamation, practically everyone’s attention converged on Black Dragon Pool. All wanted to see how Lin Yuan would handle it and how the Long-brow Taoist would resolve Lin Yuan’s predicament.

After all, how could Lin Yuan, with merely three condensed apertures, contend against Ding Yu with sixteen?

That night, at the Cloud Ring Gang:

Ding Yu lay comfortably on a reclining chair, with a concubine gently massaging his pressure points.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the wall top.

Feeling a strong pressure emanating from the intruder, Ding Yu quickly opened his eyes.

The concubine, still oblivious, continued concentrating on the massage.

But Ding Yu leapt up, causing the concubine to gasp in surprise.

"Who?" Ding Yu stared intently at the figure atop the wall.

"Heh." The figure chuckled, silently leaping down.

After two flashes, the figure was only a few yards from Ding Yu.

Ding Yu slowly shielded the concubine behind him, coldly speaking: "Sneaking into the Cloud Ring Gang, what’s your aim? Aren’t you afraid I’ll call the Iron Guard to encircle and kill you, leaving you no escape?"

"Iron Guard? Maybe okay for scaring kids." The figure laughed lightly, his presence stirring with power, an overwhelming pressure bore down on Ding Yu.

Feeling the weight of the intruder’s true intent energy, Ding Yu felt like facing an overwhelming ocean wave about to crash over him.

Hurriedly, Ding Yu adjusted his energy, attempting to resist. Yet the opponent’s chilling energy felt like serpents lurking in shadow.

A cold sensation suddenly rose from beneath, shooting straight to his head.

Ding Yu’s expression grew solemn as he clasped his hands: "If you have words, let’s speak. I’m not an unreasonable person."

Behind Ding Yu, the concubine shivered, overwhelmed by cold, only finding slight warmth on Ding Yu’s body. She couldn’t help but press closer to Ding Yu.

But the figure didn’t reply.

In Ding Yu’s gaze, he saw the figure extend a finger, pointing.

Whoosh.

A beam of black light shot out rapidly, like a swiftly launched sharp sword.

Feeling the sharpness of the black energy, Ding Yu dared not resist, hastily avoiding it.

As he dodged, the concubine behind him was struck.

"Ah~!"

The concubine’s cry halted abruptly, her eyes showing endless bewilderment—why did her support in front suddenly vanish?

Her smooth forehead abruptly bore a black hole, and her brain behind shattered entirely, leaving only a thin layer of facial bone intact.

"Now it’s quiet." The figure chuckled, approaching slowly: "Cloud Ring Gang’s Ding Yu, have you heard of the Qu Xiang Sect?"

Ding Yu’s pupils contracted sharply at the mention.

"You, you are?" Ding Yu gasped, his tongue seemingly tied in knots.

"Indeed, I am Chi Ziqin from the Qu Xiang Sect. We specially invite Gang Leader Ding into our divine sect." The figure smiled gently, quietly watching Ding Yu.