Cultivation Begins with Skill Points
Chapter 336 - 335: Daring to Insult Me

Chapter 336: Chapter 335: Daring to Insult Me

For Zhong Lin, New Moon Island was just a stopover. No matter how vast or prosperous it was, it was still just an island.

In comparison to the previous life, it’s akin to Hainan Island.

In modern society, it would be somewhat better, at least it could function as a port.

But the key point is that this is a Martial Arts World, mirroring ancient feudal dynasties where the Central Plains are the true center.

Thus, Zhong Lin stayed here for a period, solely to earn some resources for cultivation, wishing to quietly engage in alchemy until enough resources were gathered to depart for the Heavenly Sea Country.

When Zhang Shaorong from the Heaven Pavilion appeared and used tricks to pressure Zhong Lin into siding with them, it was already courting death.

The barefoot don’t fear the shod; before leaving, he must get back at him.

Really think you’re invincible in the Xuandan Realm?

I specialize in dealing with the Xuandan Realm.

It’s merely a Ninth Grade Xuandan, and just the first level of the Xuandan Realm, which can be said to be the floor of the Xuandan Realm.

I don’t believe I can’t deal with you.

Therefore, before attending the auction, Zhong Lin contacted the Pill Master in Jing City to reveal the news of a Mystical Artifact, using this information to exchange for a Purple Essence Lotus and a Seventh Grade Elixir Recipe.

Right now, is to redeem the promise.

A moment later, the three of them arrived at the station of the Heaven Pavilion, situated on a tall peak.

The three ascended against the wind, finally stopping within a palace at the mountain’s summit.

Zhang Shaorong had long been waiting in the palace, standing arrogantly with hands behind his back, exuding the presence of a Grandmaster, momentarily overwhelming Long Zhao.

"Pavilion Master, Zhong Lin is here," Jing City said respectfully.

Zhang Shaorong turned around, his gaze sharp as electricity as he looked at Zhong Lin.

"Pill Master Zhong, I have been waiting for you for quite some time. Where is the clue to the Mystical Artifact you mentioned?"

Zhong Lin felt he underestimated the power of the Mystical Artifact, not expecting Zhang Shaorong to be so eager.

Reaching out, he grabbed the bag Long Zhao had been carrying on his back. With a flick of his palm, the cloth flew off, revealing the true form of the Mystic Sky Stick.

The unique rhythm of the Mystical Artifact presented itself to everyone, and Zhang Shaorong stared fixedly at the Mystic Sky Stick, his expression a bit dazed.

Originally thought it was just a clue, yet it was unexpectedly delivered right before him.

"A Mystical Artifact, it truly is a Mystical Artifact. Good, good, Pill Master Zhong, you’ve done well."

Zhang Shaorong’s face was full of ecstatic joy as he directly reached for the Mystic Sky Stick, but immediately his expression changed, looking dissatisfied at Zhong Lin.

"What does this mean, Pill Master Zhong?"

Zhong Lin twisted his wrist, twirling the stick with a light laugh: "The Mystic Sky Stick is here, it’s up to you if you have the strength to take it."

"Audacious."

The ordinary Pill Master from Jing City witnessed everything before him and angrily rebuked Zhong Lin, "Zhong Lin, you’ve lost your mind, how dare you provoke the Pavilion Master? Truly an ungrateful vile dog."

"A vile dog? I just want to refine pills peacefully, earning some resources for cultivation; how did I become someone else’s vile dog? When did I want to be a dog?"

"Being a dog is your fortune. You have no idea how many outside wish to be the Pavilion Master’s dog and can’t even achieve that. A vile dog betraying its master should be beaten to death. Men, seize them."

With Jing City’s command, footsteps resounded from outside.

"Damn, I’ve been displeased with you for a while, a mere Spirit Sea Realm martial artist daring to bark so wildly, who gave you the courage?"

Long Zhao cursed angrily, stomped his foot, and directly slapped towards the Jing City Pill Master. Ferocious Spiritual Origin flooded in, its powerful momentum causing his face to turn pale, and fear showed on his face.

"Pavilion Master, save me."

By this time, Zhang Shaorong was already livid, his gaze filled with endless killing intent as he looked at Zhong Lin and his companion.

Since condensing the Xuandan, no one has ever dared to be so disrespectful to him.

"Courting death."

Zhang Shaorong pointed out with a finger, and a beam of Divine Light shot out from his fingertip, aiming at Long Zhao’s chest.

"Your opponent is me."

Zhong Lin’s Mystic Sky Stick in hand shattered Zhang Shaorong’s Divine Light, speaking leisurely.

With a foot stomp, in mid-air he carried the Mystic Sky Stick behind him, and his arms swung fiercely.

"Skyward Strike."

With a whooshing motion, a strike smashed out, starry lights burst around, immeasurable power converged to the extreme, gathered into one strike, and the vast Qi-Blood transformed into a giant rainbow, tearing through the void.

Rumble!

The void quaked, and the heavens and earth suddenly went quiet.

Zhang Shaorong’s face changed, and a huge warning arose in his heart.

He didn’t understand why a martial artist from the Transcendent Realm could make him feel the sensation of imminent death at that moment.

Roaring inwardly, almost instantly, a violent force burst forth.

A beam of brilliant light pierced the heavens and earth, forming a Sword Qi dozens of miles long, as wide as a heavenly pillar, traversing the void, blocking behind him.

"How dare an ant challenge heavenly might, today I’ll show you a Xuandan Realm is not something a Mystical Artifact can level, Sky-reaching Sword Slash!"

Rumble!

The Sword Qi spanned a hundred miles, and the palace overhead collapsed instantly.

"Sky-reaching Sword Slash?"

Zhong Lin’s expression subtly shifted, then he smiled faintly: "Without even condensing Sword Intent, it’s flashy and insubstantial, scattered and not cohesive, not worth mentioning."

Boom!

The words had just fallen when a stick and a sword clashed together, immense and unmatched power spread like ripples in water, expanding all around, filling the entire heaven and earth.

Centered around the two of them, the ground beneath their feet spread like waves, turning everything in its path to dust.

From afar, screams could be heard, but they came from the Guards relatively close by.

The Sky-reaching Sword Slash was crushed completely, while the unweakened stick smashed everything tangible and intangible in the dozens of miles of sky, continuing to strike towards Zhang Shaorong.

Its residual force uncompromised, it created a gorge tens of miles wide and whose depth was unknown on the entire ground.

Such power, such dominance.

"Tsk tsk, as expected, the Xuandan Realm is the floor. I really overestimated you before."

Zhong Lin licked his lips, looking arrogantly at Zhang Shaorong, whose face was as dark as ink.

He tossed the Mystic Sky Stick towards Long Zhao, clenched his fingers, joints cracking, and then beckoned provocatively to Zhang Shaorong, "I threw the Mystical Artifact, come and fight me, dare you?"

"How dare you insult me?"

Tears of fury filled Zhang Shaorong’s eyes, boundless humiliation surged in his heart.

His arm rose, unleashing unparalleled power.

Brilliant light danced in the palm, and robust Sword Qi erupted forth, flooding and turbulent like a waterfall, the radiance around Zhang Shaorong so bright it seemed like the sun shining brilliantly.

"Is that all?"

Zhong Lin realized he indeed overestimated Zhang Shaorong, Ninth Grade Xuandan, and only the first level of Xuandan Realm was pathetically weak.

Before, he was extremely worried, continuously simulating battle scenes, even planning to use the Mystic Sky Stick for a one-hit kill.

But now he thought, overestimated him too much.

Rumble!

Zhong Lin slightly bent his legs, casually executing a Bow Step Punch, the extended arm bursting with overpowering force.