141: Chapter 141 Someone's in a rush to be reincarnated, I have to grant their wish.

Yunlan Sect, Inner Sect, Lin Family Courtyard.

On the exquisite jade floor, a row of trembling Law Enforcement Hall Disciples knelt.

In the very center, Liu Meng, whose spine had been kicked broken by Gu Yan with a single strike, lay sprawled like a pile of mud, still unconscious.

Beside him, the mace broken into two pieces lay there, the finger marks on the broken edge clear, hideous and glaring.

Lin Zixuan sat on the grand chair, holding a snow-white silk handkerchief in his hand, leisurely wiping his fingers.

He was extremely handsome, with delicate features, but his narrow eyes and slightly murky pupils revealed a gloominess accumulated from years of consuming Medicinal Pills.

"Are you saying he crushed this Low Grade Spiritual Artifact with his bare hands?"

Lin Zixuan's voice was very soft, as if he were asking about the weather today.

Lin Wei, kneeling on the ground, kowtowed desperately, his forehead thumping loudly: "Cousin! It is absolutely true! That brat didn't use any spiritual power at all; he is a complete Body Cultivator monster! And... and he even declared, saying..."

"Saying what?"

"Saying... for you to roll over there yourself to capture him, and to stop sending scrap metal to their deaths."

After Lin Wei finished speaking, his entire body was almost pressed against the ground, waiting for the expected thunderous rage.

However, there was no roar, nor was there the sound of things being thrown.

There was only an extremely faint "hiss" sound.

The silk handkerchief in Lin Zixuan's hand suddenly ignited with a ghostly blue flame, instantly turning into ashes.

"Body Cultivator..."

Lin Zixuan stood up, walked to the broken mace, and kicked it with the tip of his shoe: "No wonder he could kill Golden Core Master Wu Yong. In such a backwater, it is indeed easy to raise such a thick-skinned wild boar."

He turned around and looked at an Elder beside him who had been resting with his eyes closed: "Third Uncle, it seems I must take action myself. The Green Lotus Fire must be retrieved; the pivot of the blood sacrifice array still needs that thing to stabilize."

The Elder called Third Uncle slowly opened his eyes, his murky old eyes full of calculation: "But he is, after all, the person Elder Su Ming brought back, and he has the status of a Guest Elder. Killing him directly in his Immortal Cave, that madman Elder Su Ming will not let it go."

"Then let him die according to the rules."

Lin Zixuan walked to the desk and spread out a scarlet beast-skin paper. He picked up a brush, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote with sweeping strokes.

With every stroke that fell, a scent of blood rose from the paper.

"Life and Death Platform, to determine both superiority and life and death."

Lin Zixuan threw the brush hard onto the ground, ink splattering everywhere.

"Go, deliver this challenge letter to Shafeng Cave. Tell the entire Sect that tomorrow at noon, I will personally dismantle the bones of this wild boar on the Life and Death Platform."

Since Gu Yan wanted to trample on the Lin family's face to establish his prestige, he would let everyone see that in the face of absolute foundation, the so-called Physical Body talent was nothing but a joke.

...

One stone stirred up a thousand ripples.

The Lin family's Young Lord, Lin Zixuan, was going to challenge the newly arrived Guest Elder, Gu Yan.

This news grew wings and spread throughout the entire Yunlan Sect in less than an hour.

The Life and Death Platform.

That was the place within the Sect to resolve mortal feuds; once on the platform, life and death were irrelevant, and no one could pursue the matter afterward. No one had initiated a duel of this level for three years.

The gambling dens opened betting pools immediately.

Lin Zixuan wins, odds one to one point one.

Gu Yan wins, odds one to ten.

No one favored Gu Yan.

Although he crushed the mace, in the eyes of most people, Lin Zixuan, at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, possessed a quasi-Magic Treasure for protection and had cultivated the Lin family's secret high-level techniques. Fighting a Body Cultivator who only knew how to use brute force was like a kite beating a clumsy bear—completely a dimensional strike.

...

Inside Shafeng Cave.

Jiang Wanrou was staring intently at the bronze tripod in front of her. The Green Lotus Fire beneath the tripod was controlled by her to be as thin as a strand of hair, carefully warming the medicinal liquid inside the furnace.

Whoosh!

A red light pierced through the Restriction at the cave entrance, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and stuck directly into the ground less than three feet from Jiang Wanrou.

It was a scarlet small sword, with the red beast-skin paper tied to its hilt.

Jiang Wanrou's hand trembled, and the furnace fire flickered.

"Steady."

Gu Yan's voice sounded behind her, followed immediately by a large hand pressing on her shoulder, inputting a steady stream of True Qi to help her stabilize her mind.

Gu Yan walked over, pulled out the small sword from the ground, and untied the beast-skin paper.

"Life and Death Challenge..."

He glanced at the content, his face expressionless, and simply crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the furnace in front of him.

Whoosh.

The flames engulfed the paper ball, burning even more vigorously.

"Is it Lin Zixuan?" Jiang Wanrou's face turned pale; she knew too well how terrifying that man was. "Gu Yan, you cannot go. He has a quasi-Magic Treasure, the 'soul-locking bell', which specifically targets the Divine Soul. Although a Body Cultivator's Physical Body is strong, the Divine Soul is a weakness. Once covered by the bell's sound, you will be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Quasi-Magic Treasure?"

Gu Yan watched the jumping flames in the furnace, not only unafraid but rather interested.

He had been poor for too long in Baifeng City, and he had been worrying about not having decent equipment these past few days.

"If he didn't use a Magic Treasure, I might not even bother to go." Gu Yan brushed the dust off his hands. "Since someone is delivering equipment from thousands of miles away, how could I refuse?"

"But..."

"No buts."

Gu Yan interrupted her, took out a freshly refined "Body Forging Pill" from his storage ring, threw it into his mouth like a candy bean, and crunched it loudly.

"Just focus on refining your pills. After tomorrow, no one will dare to come and bother you again."

Gu Yan turned and walked into the depths of the Immortal Cave.

He sat cross-legged and summoned the System interface.

[Ding! High-risk challenge detected.]

[Opponent Analysis: Lin Zixuan (Foundation Establishment Late Stage), high-attack low-defense mage type, possesses a special mental attack Magic Treasure.]

[Win Rate Evaluation: Normal state 40%, Berserk state 99%.]

[Suggestion: Host, this is a server-wide broadcasted PVP! It's time to show your true skills! Steal his Magic Treasure! That is our KPI!]

Gu Yan closed his eyes and began to adjust his breathing.

The True Qi within his body was like a rushing river, scouring every inch of his Meridians.

Lin Zixuan wanted to use him to establish his prestige.

And how could he not want to use Lin Zixuan's head to firmly establish his footing in the Yunlan Sect?

The identity of a Guest Elder was, after all, empty.

Only fists that make people fear are real.

...

This night, the Yunlan Sect was destined to be sleepless.

Countless eyes stared at that pitch-black cave entrance on the West Peak.

And inside the cave, except for the occasional rumble of the Pill Furnace, there was no other movement.

Until noon the next day.

The scorching sun was high in the sky.

The stone door of Shafeng Cave, which had been tightly closed for twelve hours, finally opened slowly amidst a dull grinding sound.

Gu Yan walked out.

Today, he did not wear that shabby Guest Elder robe, but had changed into a tight black martial outfit, with the cuffs and trouser legs tied tightly with bands, revealing muscular lines full of explosive power.

He looked up at the dazzling sun overhead and reached out to shield his eyes from the sunlight.

"The weather is nice."

Gu Yan stepped down the mountain.

Every step was very steady; no flying sword, no movement technique.

He was just like a farmer going to the market, except this time, what he was going to harvest was the life of an elite Disciple at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.