2: Chapter 2: The Severely Injured Prodigy, the Deadly Inheritance

When Black Fiend's eyes swept over, Lin Ye felt like he had been stripped naked and thrown into the snow.

The scarred young man strolled into the Miscellaneous Chores Courtyard, his Qi Refining 6th Layer aura pressing down so heavily that no one dared to breathe.

He walked up to Fatty Wang, took a small bag of Spirit Stones, weighed it, and grinned, revealing yellow teeth: "Overseer Wang is straightforward. Tell me, who do you suspect?"

Fatty Wang pointed viciously at the thin, weak Chore Disciple from last night: "Li Shu! This bastard was acting suspicious last night!"

Li Shu was so scared he collapsed to the ground: "I, I just went to dig up some wild vegetables..."

Black Fiend crouched down, grabbed Li Shu's chin, and rudely probed his body with Qi.

After a few breaths, he flung his hand away and sneered: "Meridians are blocked, even more of a Trash than a Trash, what could he possibly use to intercept your Opportunity?"

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over each panicked face like a brush.

"But the thief... is definitely among you all."

Lin Ye lowered his head further, his heart pounding so hard his chest ached.

The foundation establishment pill in his embrace felt as hot as a burning coal at this moment.

Black Fiend didn't immediately drag anyone out, but he moved into the empty room next to the Miscellaneous Chores Courtyard.

This meant that Lin Ye was effectively under house arrest.

Fatty Wang increased the workload, keeping everyone under tight surveillance, even restricting time for using the latrine.

Lin Ye was exhausted like a dead dog during the day, and at night he had to be on guard against Black Fiend's night patrols.

His only Opportunity was the "Peep" he could use 5 times a day.

The next day at noon, the sound of wind breaking came from above the Sect.

A blood-stained figure stumbled while controlling a Flying Sword, falling toward the inner Sect area, causing a small commotion.

Lin Ye looked up, his pupils constricting.

[Target: Inner Sect Prodigy · Zhao Hansong (Seriously injured and dying)]

[Opportunity: After 23 hours and 58 minutes, he will pass away in the "Cold Bamboo Pavilion" Immortal Cave, leaving behind the complete Cultivation Technique "Ice Soul Sword Art", Low Grade Spiritual Artifact "Frost Sword", over three hundred Spirit Stones, and an unconsumed Grade 3 healing Medicinal Pill "Life-Rebirth Pill". Countdown begins...]

Lin Ye's breath hitched.

A complete Legacy! Spiritual Artifact! Medicinal Pill!

This was the richest Opportunity he had ever peeped at, far exceeding the damaged foundation establishment pill.

But Zhao Hansong was a Prodigy ranked in the top twenty of the inner Sect, with Great Perfection cultivation in Qi Refining.

Even if heavily injured, the Restriction outside the Immortal Cave was definitely not something a Chore Disciple could break through.

Even more fatal was: Black Fiend, like a shark that had smelled blood, was also watching that side.

"It's a pity for Senior Brother Zhao. I heard he was severely injured by an Ice Scale Python while competing for a Profound Ice Lotus, damaging his Foundation..."

"Who is guarding the Cold Bamboo Pavilion now?"

"Just his Sword Attendant, only at Qi Refining 3rd Layer. What use is he? He probably won't last past tomorrow."

The discussion drifted into his ears.

Lin Ye lowered his head, his fingers forcefully rubbing the callus on his thumb—this was a habit from his previous life when thinking of plans.

Breaking in by force was suicide.

He had to borrow momentum, or... create chaos.

He remembered when peeping yesterday, he had accidentally seen the information above the head of a manager at the outer Sect cafeteria: [5 hours later, due to drunken negligence, the "Fire Mane Pig" Yao Beast he was guarding escaped its pen, causing a small-scale riot, for which he was fined three months' salary.]

Fire Mane Pig, a Grade 1 low-level Yao Beast. Its combat power wasn't strong, but it had a fiery temper; when it charged, even those at the Middle Stage of Qi Refining had to dodge.

Time, place.

A dangerous plan quickly took shape in his mind.

That evening, Lin Ye deliberately "slipped" while carrying debris, injuring his ankle, and obtained permission to return to the dormitory early to rest.

Enduring the pain, he hobbled around to the vicinity of the animal pen behind the cafeteria and huddled in the shadows of a woodpile.

The sky grew dark, and the aroma of wine and meat drifted from the cafeteria.

That Manager Liu indeed came to check the animal pen carrying a wine pot, humming a tune, and soon leaned against the railing and started snoring.

The countdown reached zero.

"Snap!"

The old lock at the interface of the railing suddenly broke open due to the weight of Manager Liu leaning on it!

The three Fire Mane Pigs inside the pen, with red fur and protruding tusks, were stunned for a moment, then let out excited howls, smashed through the railing, and rushed out!

"The Yao Beast has escaped!!"

Screams pierced the tranquility of the evening.

The Fire Mane Pigs rampaged, kicking over Pill Furnaces, knocking down drying racks, and the entire northeast corner of the outer Sect instantly descended into chaos.

The patrolling Disciples were alerted and rushed over there one after another.

Chaos, arrived as expected.

Lin Ye's heart was pounding wildly.

He took a deep breath, dragging his "injured" foot, but moved at an astonishing speed in the opposite direction—sneaking toward the Cold Bamboo Pavilion at the edge of the inner Sect.

The night became his best cover.

Along the way, he dodged two patrol teams whose attention had been drawn by the chaos, and finally reached the outside of that cold, quiet bamboo forest.

An exquisite bamboo pavilion stood silently, with a faint candlelight visible through the window.

A layer of light blue film enveloped the outside of the pavilion—the defensive Restriction.

Lin Ye lay in the grass, his palms full of sweat.

Zhao Hansong's countdown had less than an hour left.

He could feel the foundation establishment pill in his embrace heating up slightly, as if it had established a connection with something.

Just at this moment, from very far away behind him, came Black Fiend's cold, angry shout: "Luring the tiger away from the mountain? Good strategy!"

Immediately after, there was Fatty Wang's roar of sudden realization: "It's Lin Ye! That kid injured his foot this afternoon, and now he's gone!"