Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 300 - 300 299 I Keep a Low Profile

300: Chapter 299: I Keep a Low Profile 300: Chapter 299: I Keep a Low Profile Not only Lin Ye, but everyone was stunned.

The Engraving Alliance was even more powerful than a Three-star Sect, and their stewards were equivalent to elders of a Three-Star Sect!

But the question was, was Lin Xuan really a steward of the Engraving Alliance?

“Uh… sorry, I usually keep a low profile, I forgot to wear it.” Lin Xuan produced a silver engraving robe and a steward token.

Second Grade Rune Master, steward token!

Everyone gasped in shock; it seemed that everything Elder Song had said was true.

Lin Ye’s face darkened, and he didn’t know what to say, and the elder from the Earth Fire Sect next to him also showed a troubled expression.

They had already stepped forward; if they didn’t capture Lin Xuan, it would be like slapping their own faces.

But if they dared to make a move, the Engraving Alliance would probably be the first to retaliate.

Just as they were caught in a dilemma, the silent Great Elder Lin finally spoke.

“Let’s talk about Lin Xuan’s matter later; I think it’s getting late, let’s proceed with the clan meeting first.”

“Great Elder is right, nothing should delay the clan meeting!”

“Yes, let’s start the meeting!” a group echoed.

Lin Ye and others sat back down with grim faces and unwilling expressions.

“Dad, are we just going to let him go?” Lin Ye communicated silently.

“There’s no need to stir up trouble with Ten Thousand Treasure Tower and the Engraving Alliance just for his sake; leave the task of killing him to Feng’er,” the Great Elder said lightly.

“If we disable or kill him in the arena, I doubt anyone could say anything, and even Lin Zhen wouldn’t be able to stop it!”

“I understand,” Lin Ye nodded.

“By the way, since this youngster is a rune master, we must guard against his soul power,” the Great Elder communicated, “I have a Soul Defense Treasure here, give it to Feng’er later.”

“Dad always thinks ahead,” Lin Ye replied joyfully.

Subsequently, the Lin Clan grand meeting began, and a series of dances and banquets ensued, making it seem as if the previous tension had been forgotten.

After all the performances were over, a huge arena appeared in the center of the square.

“Now we will start the family contests; this time, the participants are all elites of the Lin Clan, as many as thirty-two people, and the final victor will enter the family’s ancestral land.”

“No more words, let the contest begin now!”

Thirty-two Lin Clan genius disciples appeared, all young and each exuding a powerful aura.

The first one even had an endless oppressive force, as if he was a sword ready to shatter the heavenly vault.

“Look, that’s Lin Feng!”

“He’s indeed very powerful; even from this distance, I can feel the sword qi from his body!”

“He’s so handsome, really handsome!”

A group of martial artists discussed animatedly, looking at Lin Feng with admiration and awe.

“Hey, besides Lin Feng, there are others who have reached the Half-step Fusion Realm!”

People noticed that two of the disciples next to Lin Feng also had strong auras, their breaths causing the surrounding spiritual energy to ripple; clearly, they were in the state of Half-step Fusion Realm.

“As expected from a top-tier family, to have three young disciples enter the Spirit Merging Realm.

Even the Earth Fire Sect probably doesn’t have so many genius disciples!”

In the vast grandstand, Lin Xuan looked around casually and shook his head slightly.

He recognized those two, both were part of Lin Feng’s group; the fluctuation of spiritual energy around them showed they had just entered the Half-step Fusion, unable to completely control their internal power.

These kinds of people, who couldn’t even accurately control their spiritual power fluctuations, were unworthy of Lin Xuan’s attention.

“Hey, someone else has entered the Fusion Realm?” Lin Xuan scanned, noticing another disciple below had reached the Half-step Fusion Realm.

“It’s Lin Yue.” Lin Xuan stroked his chin.

This girl belonged to the Neutral Faction and previously had a decent relationship with Lin Xuan.

Under Lin Xuan’s watchful eyes, an authoritative voice resounded.

“Lin Xuan, since you’re participating in the congress, why haven’t you stepped down yet!” an elder behind Lin Ye scolded coldly.

“I only want to fight Lin Feng, I’m not interested in the others,” Lin Xuan replied indifferently.

His words caused another stir among the audience.

Lin Xuan truly is arrogant!

“Exactly, who does he think he is?

Wanting to fight Brother Feng!”

“Judging by his aura, he’s probably not even at the Half-step Fusion Realm.

How dare he be so arrogant with such a low level?”

“You know nothing, his cultivation is concealed, get it?”

Martial artists from all sides argued; they were all spectators, and thus, their allegiances varied.

High up in the stands, Lin Xuan whispered to Elder Song, completely ignoring the shouting elder.

“Forget it, let’s start,” Lin Ye said in a deep voice.

He no longer wanted to deal with these matters and wished for the competition to start quickly; he was very eager to see Lin Xuan defeated.

Just thinking about it excited him!

Down below, the competition proceeded as over thirty disciples began their matches in order, while Lin Feng made his way to the stands.

His gaze towards Lin Xuan carried a hint of murderous intent.

“Feng’er, here is a Soul Defense Treasure.

Take it, and if you get the chance, don’t hesitate to kill Lin Xuan!”

“Don’t worry, Dad, I know what to do,” Lin Feng said, his eyes shimmering with cold light.

The competition progressed swiftly; such a match was still top-level in Xia Country, causing the surrounding martial artists’ blood to boil.

Among them, three individuals stood out with their performances; they were the disciples with the strength of the Half-step Fusion Realm—Lin Yihe, Lin Yang, and Lin Yue.

The trio was powerful and decisive, defeating their opponents in a few moves.

Their strength could rank within the top ten of the Hidden Dragon List, but of course, they were still much weaker compared to Lin Feng.

After dozens of rounds, the trio emerged victorious, unmatched.

“Brother Feng, Yue’er would like to ask for guidance,” Lin Yue said.

“Alright,” Lin Feng’s body flickered, and he soon appeared on the arena.

“Yue’er has gained new insights into the Returning Wind Brushing Willow Sword and hopes Brother Feng can provide some guidance.”

Then, Lin Yue’s sword danced, like willow catkins in the wind, its sword light flickering unpredictably.

Lin Feng gave some guidance and then, on the tenth move, he seized the tip of the sword with one finger, flicked her sword, and sent Lin Yue reeling back.

“Thank you, Brother Feng,” Lin Yue said thoughtfully as she stepped down from the arena, seemingly gaining a new understanding of the swordsmanship.

All this while, Lin Xuan had been watching, his mind still processing the variations of the Returning Wind Brushing Willow Sword.

This swordsmanship was also a characteristic style of Sword Pond Prefecture, the moves elusive like willow catkins in the wind, mysterious and changing, and it especially contained a force of softness.

Lin Yue had grasped the variability of the swordsmanship but had not comprehended its softness.

“Little White, go pick me a willow branch,” Lin Xuan said, lifting the Snow White Monkey out.

Squeak, squeak

The Snow White Monkey hummed twice, reluctantly shaking its body.

When it returned, it held a vibrant green willow branch in its arms.

“Wow, what a cute monkey,” Lin Xing’er and Lin Yu’s eyes sparked as they clamored to hold the Snow White Monkey.

Lin Xuan held the willow branch, continuously swinging it, feeling its floating form.

Meanwhile, Lin Yihe and Lin Yang stood up, bursting with arrogance and openly declared their intent to teach Lin Xuan a lesson.