ushernet Chapter 71 Inner Disciple
Chapter 71 Inner Disciple
"Let Lin Fan be an inner disciple at the Physiques Peak. You've seen his performance."
Zhang Xi said this, and she smiled with her brightest smile at Qing Yang Zi.
"Ah, Lin Fan. Yes, I remember, the one with the Beast Cultivation Root," Qing Yang Zi stroked his long beard as he recalled.
He still hadn't figured out what his cultivation root meant.
But Lin Fan's performance was more than enough for a promotion to inner disciple.
"Beast Cultivation Root?" Zhao Qing Ying got intrigued.
Qing Yang Zi took this opportunity and asked, "Yes, Qing Ying. Do you have any idea about that?"
"Hm... I've never heard of it before, even in my travels. The closest I've seen was a Scorpion Cultivation Root, which turned out to be for Poison Cultivation."
Zhao Qing Ying rubbed his chin and silently decided to check out Lin Fan.
"Not only that, but he also helped to win the match. So, sect master, can he be an inner disciple now?" Zhang Xi interjected and emphasized the fact that Lin Fan won the match for Qing Feng sect.
"Sure, no problem. There wouldn't be anyone protesting now. Physique Peak needs some new disciples urgently anyway."
"Thanks, sect master," Zhang Xi quickly clasped her hands and bowed to Qing Yang Zi.
She then bid farewell to Qing Yang Zi, turned, and got out of the Million Sword Hall immediately.
Anxious to bring the good news to Lin Fan.
"Senior martial brother, I have something urgent to attend to; I shall make my way there now."
When he saw Zhang Xi leaving, Zhao Qing Ying also bid farewell and followed her immediately.
"Xi er, wait for me!" Zhao Qing Ying called out to Zhang Xi from behind.
She didn't stop but shouted back, "Senior martial uncle, I know you can catch up. I have to go inform my new inner disciple of the good news."
When Zhao Qing Ying caught up, he nudged Zhang Xi and asked, "Who is this guy you were talking about? Let me see him. I must check out his cultivation root."
Zhang Xi rolled her eyes and said, "He is just a menial disciple now, nothing so special about him."
"Well, you never know. Just keep quiet and let me do the rest later," Zhao Qing Ying said with a sly grin.
...
Wooden hut.
Lin Fan, Ho Ming, and Ho Jie were enjoying a sumptuous meal.
After Ho Ming's winning, everything became much more affordable for him.
To celebrate, it was time for a good feast.
Lin Fan, unaware of what was happening, was now staring at the old man in front of him.
He'd tried to recall who this old man was but couldn't.
The old man had a wine gourd to his mouth, taking gulps of wine from it.
When he saw Lin Fan, he stopped and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"You are Lin Fan?" Zhao Qing Ying asked.
"I am, and you are?" Lin Fan asked back.
Zhao Qing Ying smirked and didn't answer.
Suddenly, he threw his wine gourd at Lin Fan.
It shot at him so fast that Lin Fan couldn't dodge but had to use his Iron Claws to catch it.
Thud!
Lin Fan felt the force reverberating through his wrist and forearms.
Surprisingly, the Iron Claws couldn't crack the wine gourd.
It must be a special artifact, Lin Fan thought.
"Where are you looking? Your opponent is me," Zhao Qing Ying with his twirling wind strike thrust a huge gust of wind toward Lin Fan.
Lin Fan sidestepped, but his shoulder was still caught by the side of the twirling wind.
His robe sleeve immediately got sliced into pieces; his shoulders got sliced open with many cuts from the twirling wind strike.
Lin Fan quickly leaped away and took out a bottle of Blood and Qi restoration pills.
He quickly took one, and the wound on his shoulder healed.
Zhang Xi, seeing this, slapped her forehead.
"Great, using up his restoration pills. I'm sure he will be so happy with the test," she even thought about running away and denying that she had anything to do with Zhao Qing Ying.
"Hmph. That's all you got, Lin Fan?" Zhao Qing Ying taunted Lin Fan.
"Who are you? I don't think I've ever crossed you," Lin Fan said as he thought about what to do next.
Was this old man from the Tan family, or Dark Lotus sect?
Wait, finally he realized something.
The system didn't prompt him with any malevolent intent.
Lin Fan then looked up and smiled with a sly grin at Zhao Qing Ying.