13: Chapter 13 Lin Dade

Luoxia Mountain Range.

Luoxia Peak.

A massive arena sat atop the peak.

The arena displayed the colors of Yin and Yang, somewhat resembling the Taiji diagram from Blue Star.

At this moment, a Cultivator at the Middle stage of Void Soaring stood proudly on the stage with a faint smile.

"I, Lu Renjia, claim this arena. I hope everyone will give me some Face!"

Immediately, a wave of mockery erupted from below.

"Pah! Where does a pretty boy like you get the right to ask for Face?"

"I know this guy; he is an outstanding Inner Sect Disciple of the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven!"

"Damn, how shameless! Why not just have the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven hold an internal selection instead of setting up this crappy arena?"

Lu Renjia's Face darkened, and he shouted in a deep voice.

"For this Nine Yin Nine Yang arena selection, our Yin Yang Cave-Heaven never said that our own Sect Cultivators couldn't participate. Everything depends on strength. Stop talking nonsense; if you have the ability, come up and beat me down!"

For a moment, the crowd below fell silent, looking at each other.

Although Lu Renjia was arrogant, his strength was truly impressive; a Loose Cultivator at the Late Stage of Void Soaring had previously been beaten into serious injury by him.

In the crowd, Lin Bei and the big man Niu Ren exchanged glances, both speechless.

They hadn't known that Cultivators from the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven Sect itself would also participate.

"Brother Niu, this brat is so arrogant and domineering, why don't you go up and beat him down?" Lin Bei incited.

Niu Ren shook his head like a rattle-drum. "No, no. There are still seven days until it ends. Besides, I might not even be able to beat this pretty boy!"

In the end, he didn't forget to turn the tables on him.

"I think Brother Lin's strength is not what it seems on the surface. Why don't you use some of your methods to deal with this brat?"

Damn, this guy doesn't look as simple and honest as his appearance suggests.

Lin Bei muttered inwardly.

"No rush. As Brother Niu said, it's still early!" He did not deny it.

Since he intended to secure a spot, showing a bit of strength was necessary.

"Oh?" Niu Ren was taken aback.

His words were ninety percent a joke, with only a trace of probing, but he didn't expect the other party to have such an attitude.

"Pfft..." Niu Ren didn't say anything, but someone nearby wasn't happy.

"The forest is truly big, and there are all kinds of birds! A mere Early Stage Foundation Establishment dares to boast so shamelessly!"

The voice was loud; it was clear they intended to make Lin Bei lose Face.

Lin Bei turned to look. It was a male Cultivator in black at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment, his gaze cold and his Face mocking.

Beside him were several young men and women, also staring at him with unkind expressions.

"Are you guys also Yin Yang Cave-Heaven Disciples?"

Besides this reason, Lin Bei really couldn't think of why these people were being so rude to him.

"That's right! And you even claimed you wanted to go up and deal with Senior Brother Lu? You're making people laugh their teeth off!"

With this person shouting loudly on purpose, many people turned their gazes toward this side.

"Hmph! Grandstanding!" The Void Soaring Cultivators in the crowd all scoffed at Lin Bei.

In their view, the words of this Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator were tantamount to insulting all Cultivators in the Void Soaring Realm.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Lin Bei's Face turned from green to white, as if his bluff had been exposed on the spot, looking very embarrassed.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, as if he had let go of all caution, and pointed at the Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator who had first mocked him.

"I admit that saying I would go up and deal with that Lu Renjia was just bragging, but dealing with you is no problem at all! Do you dare to fight me?"

The black-clad Cultivator's breath hitched. He didn't agree, but instead stared closely at Lin Bei, saying playfully, "I'm not on the arena, so why should I fight you?"

Facing the other party's gaze, Lin Bei did not change his expression and directly tossed out a Storage Pouch. "There are ten thousand Spirit Stones inside. I'm betting with you! Do you dare?"

The black-clad Cultivator still shook his head. "Ten thousand Spirit Stones isn't enough to make me make a move..."

"Fifty thousand!" Lin Bei tossed out another Storage Pouch.

"Brother Lin..." Niu Ren on the side wanted to persuade him otherwise.

"Brother Niu, can you lend me fifty thousand Spirit Stones?" Seeing the other party still shaking his head, Lin Bei interrupted Niu Ren and asked in return.

"This... Alright..."

When Lin Bei placed the one hundred thousand Spirit Stones in front of the black-clad Cultivator.

Noisy voices spread all around.

"One hundred thousand Spirit Stones is not a small amount for a Foundation Establishment Cultivator."

"Does this person actually have such confidence?"

"Could he be faking it? Trying to save some Face?"

Lin Bei stared at the other party. "One hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Fight or not?"

At this moment, the black-clad Cultivator laughed, and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha... Make the real look fake, and the fake look real! If you hadn't been so aggressive the whole time, I wouldn't have been able to confirm you were just bluffing!"

"Since you insist on giving me one hundred thousand Spirit Stones, I will accept it!"

Lin Bei's Face instantly turned pale, and his body involuntarily took two steps back.

Watching his appearance, the black-clad Cultivator's mockery grew stronger, and he turned to bow to Lu Renjia on the arena.

"Senior Brother Lu, the Sect rules forbid private fights around the arena. Could you lend the arena to this Junior Brother for a moment?"

Lu Renjia was expressionless. In his eyes, this was just a small farce.

"One stick of incense!" He flew off the arena, leaving behind those three light words.

"Hehe... One stick of incense? That won't be necessary!" The black-clad Cultivator leaped onto the arena and looked at Lin Bei. "Come up!"

Lin Bei gritted his teeth and walked toward the arena step by step.

To outsiders, it looked like he had played himself into a corner with no retreat, forced to go on stage helplessly.

Lin Bei was also sighing in his heart. "Even the legs of a mosquito are meat. Later, when I marry a wife, take concubines, keep mistresses, and support side-chicks, who knows how much money I'll need..."

Just as he stood on the arena, the black-clad Cultivator pinched a spell, summoned a Flying Sword, and prepared to attack.

"Stop!" Lin Bei quickly shouted.

"What? Regretting it?" The sarcasm at the corner of the black-clad Cultivator's mouth grew thicker.

"That's not it. It's just that my one hundred thousand Spirit Stones are right here; shouldn't you also take out your own wager?"

The black-clad Cultivator was slightly taken aback, not expecting that even now, the other party was still thinking about Spirit Stones.

"What harm is there in taking it out?" He took out a Storage Pouch and placed it next to Lin Bei's one hundred thousand Spirit Stones at the edge of the arena.

"Good, now I can rest easy!" Lin Bei nodded and flipped his hand to take out a brick.

"Pfft..." Immediately, the crowd below the arena collapsed in laughter.

"This... could this be his Magical Artifact?"

"Is that a large seal?"

"What large seal! It's clearly just a brick!"

Even the black-clad Cultivator on the arena was somewhat dazed, unable to react for a moment.

Lin Bei didn't feel embarrassed at all. He raised the brick. "See this character? 'De'! I am Lin Dade! State your name; my brick... phew... my large seal does not suppress nobodies!"

The black-clad Cultivator came to his senses and sneered, "Besides grandstanding, what else can you do? Remember, the one who will teach you a lesson today is Luo You of the Yin Yang Cave-Heaven!"

"You should be glad that the Sect rules forbid killing on this arena; otherwise, hmph, hmph..."

As soon as his voice fell, the Flying Sword shot toward Lin Bei like a rainbow.