42: Chapter 42 Damn it, is Little Li going to betray me?

"Little Li!"

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"Have you not been cultivating diligently enough..."

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"Look at others, they become Inner Sect Disciples as soon as they enter..."

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"Now look at you, how come you haven't even managed to produce Sword Qi yet..."

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"Damn it!"

Li Linfeng's expression was grim.

The fury in his heart churned incessantly.

Swinging his sword, the tip aimed straight for the wild boar's throat!

"Huh-roar!"

After a few exchanges, the wild boar, its confidence surging, revealed a disdainful little look in its eyes.

You're still a foot away, how are you going to stab over here and still manage to poke this old pig of mine?

Even if you do poke me, you won't be able to pierce my hide!

Do you even have that Sword Qi, kid?!

But, the next instant.

With a *pfft* sound.

Golden Sword Qi.

Emerged from the tip of Li Linfeng's sword.

Cleanly, accurately, it pierced the wild boar's throat.

"Huh... roar!"

Blood shot out from the boar's throat, mouth, and nostrils like sharp swords.

Thump!

The wild boar, large as a small hill, fell to the ground.

Li Linfeng looked at the dead boar.

Standing against the wind, his handsome face cold, he looked up at the sky.

He had finally cultivated Sword Qi again.

Amidst the whispers of a certain... evil god.

Earlier and more smoothly than in his previous life.

Having entered the Sect for less than two months, even with his Aptitude, this could be considered a pleasant surprise.

"But if that God-Emperor were to find out..."

Thinking about how the other party might become smug and even intensify their efforts because of this, Li Linfeng felt the joy of cultivating Sword Qi was diluted.

"Haha!"

"Good Disciple!"

Just at that moment.

A strong wind blew, and a figure suddenly descended from mid-air.

A middle-aged man carrying a heavy sword rushed straight towards Li Linfeng, shouting, "My good Disciple, come quickly and pay respects to your Master!"

The man wore a jade hair crown and was dressed in a very splendid protective magical robe.

Brilliant light swirled around him, and his flying hair was filled with crisscrossing Sword Qi.

Except, he was missing a shoe on one foot.

Even his magical robe had several large tears.

Li Linfeng's gaze involuntarily drifted over.

One foot wearing a shoe, the other foot bare.

This indicated he wasn't accustomed to being barefoot.

The one who had arrived was the Third Elder of the Sword Sect.

One of the Sword Immortals who presided over the Sword Sect.

He hadn't heard before that this Elder Shan had a preference for going barefoot.

The tears on the protective magical robe still had residual sword light on them.

Even the Sword Immortal's magical power couldn't immediately dispel it, which showed it was likely left by an existence of equal cultivation level within a few breaths.

So, this Third Elder had just been in a fight?

Who could have made him so disheveled?

Within the Sword Sect, the most likely candidate was another Sword Immortal.

"Haha! Good Disciple, this was left by your Second Martial Uncle, it's nothing serious." Third Elder Wu Haokong waved his hand grandly. "He wanted to fight me for the chance to take you as a Disciple. Could I let him succeed?"

"Ever since you entered the Sect, I decided I would take you as my Disciple! With your Aptitude, you are meant to be my Disciple!"

Wu Haokong looked Li Linfeng up and down, the more he looked the more satisfied he became, nodding as he said, "It's just that the old Sect Head insisted on following the Sect's rules."

"And then there's your Second Martial Uncle. He's just domineering, insisted on competing with me, forcing me to have a bout with him!"

"The result, as you can see, is that your Master won!"

He crossed his arms and laughed triumphantly.

"..." Li Linfeng's eyelids twitched.

The desire to become his Disciple suddenly wasn't so strong anymore.

Even though the other party was a Sword Immortal.

And moreover, one who, at first glance, seemed like the relatively wealthy type among Sword Cultivators.

This was undoubtedly quite rare among Sword Cultivators.

Therefore, from the very beginning, this Third Elder had been his first choice for a Master.

But now, he was a bit hesitant.

Wasn't it said that Sword Sect's Third Elder Wu Haokong was handsome and dashing, a man of clear principles, generous, extremely protective of his own, and a cold, serious person?

What was the deal with the one before his eyes?

"Come, come, good Disciple."

"If you become my Disciple, your Master doesn't have anything great to give you,"

At this point, Wu Haokong waved his hand. "This sword is pretty good, I obtained it by chance, you can use it for now."

As he spoke, a brilliantly shining precious sword flew out from within his large sleeve, arriving before Li Linfeng.

"Wait until your Master finds some more treasures for you to refine a Lifebound Sword Pill." He said, waving his large sleeve again. "And here are these few bottles of elixirs, they're yours too. Yes, yes, and this bag of Spirit Stones."

While speaking, five or six more points of light flew out from his large sleeve.

They arrived before Li Linfeng, their radiance fading.

Revealing four jade bottles, a Storage Pouch, and a bracelet.

Li Linfeng's eye twitched as he looked at this bracelet.

"Heh heh! Disciple, you know your stuff!"

Seeing him look at the bracelet, Wu Haokong immediately said, "This is a great protective treasure!"

"...Third Elder, this looks like a female cultivator's Magical Artifact." Li Linfeng said.

"Hah, those who Cultivate the Dao, why bother with distinctions between male and female?" Wu Haokong waved his sleeve again. "There are bracelets like this for male cultivators too, it's just... not convenient to give them to you."

As he said this, he even winked at Li Linfeng.

Revealing an expression that most adult men and women would understand.

Li Linfeng looked at the row of Magical Artifact bracelets before him.

And fell silent.

What kind of protective Magical Artifacts were these?

Each one of these bracelets was a worldly tribulation!

He didn't dare to take them, shouldn't take them.

Better not to take them.

"Good Disciple."

"Why haven't you bowed to your Master yet?"

Seeing that he wouldn't take them, Wu Haokong laughed heartily, took all the bracelets back, and raised an eyebrow as he asked, "Do you perhaps have other demands?"

"...Third Elder, if this Disciple were to become your Disciple now, wouldn't it seem like I'm being covetous?"

Li Linfeng clasped his fists and said, "If word gets out, people will inevitably say I'm greedy. But Disciple, I truly do covet the things the Third Elder has given. What should I do about this?"

"Haha! What's there to fear about that?" Wu Haokong said dismissively. "If anyone dares to say anything about you, if you can beat them, fight them. If you can't, tell your Master, or your Senior Brothers."

"As for greed?"

"Those who Cultivate immortality are inherently the greediest in the world. If others can be greedy, why can't you?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, your Master has plenty of good stuff!"

"If you have the ability, just think of ways to get it from me!"

After saying this, he placed his hands behind his back and said, "Alright, since you covet your Master's things, why aren't you bowing to become my Disciple?"

"Master, your Disciple still has one concern." Li Linfeng clasped his fists, about to bow in formal greeting, but stopped and said, "I fear that becoming your Disciple might bring trouble upon you."

"Hmm?"

Wu Haokong first frowned, then raised an eyebrow.

Ever since becoming a Sword Immortal, he really hadn't heard this kind of language, laced with provocation and challenge, in a long time.

But he genuinely had high hopes for Li Linfeng, so he patiently asked, "What concern? You might as well speak your mind."

"The Li Clan I hail from was besieged by a wolf pack on Little Yao Mountain in the Demon Immortal Mountain Range."

Li Linfeng didn't test the patience of a Sword Immortal. He directly said with a serious expression, "Out of necessity, I pledged allegiance to a Mountain Lord, seeking protection."

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Little Yao Mountain.

Mountain Lord Temple.

Feng Yifan suddenly stood up.

Even the tiger fur on his back bristled.

"That damned Little Li, could he be planning to betray me?"