Inverse Sword Mad God
Chapter 92 - 92 91 Sorry I'm Not Willing

92: Chapter 91: Sorry, I’m Not Willing 92: Chapter 91: Sorry, I’m Not Willing Core Disciple Fan Chong was extremely domineering, as he demanded the task tokens from everyone right from the start.

The faces of the three disciples who handed over the task tokens turned extremely ugly as they all looked towards Lin Xuan.

“Hmm?” Fan Chong frowned, glancing at Lin Xuan inadvertently, “Can’t you understand what I’ve just said?”

He hadn’t watched Lin Xuan’s life-and-death battle and so didn’t recognize Lin Xuan.

Among the core disciples, only two had watched his fight—the leaders of the Battle Group and the Divine Power Group.

The others had shown no interest.

Lin Xuan spoke in a deep voice, “This task was not easily accepted by us, and you want us to give it up just because you said so, isn’t that too excessive?”

“Excessive?

Do you think you people are qualified to undertake the task alongside me?” Fan Chong said disdainfully.

“If you do not wish to join us, then you can give it up!” Lin Xuan showed no signs of backing down.

“Young man, do you know who I am?” Fan Chong was enraged, stepping forward and emitting a dangerous aura.

Lin Xuan’s eyes slightly narrowed, and he spoke indifferently, “I’m not interested in knowing, and I won’t give you the token either.”

“Brother Fan, that’s Lin Xuan!” Someone behind Fan Chong whispered.

“Lin Xuan?

The one who killed Zhang Qian!” Fan Chong was slightly stunned and then withdrew his aura.

“If you really are that Lin Xuan, then you can stay and do the task with me!” Fan Chong said, “But these three must hand over their task tokens!”

Fan Chong aggressively snatched the three task tokens, and then spoke in a commanding tone, “Kid, follow me!”

“Sorry!

I will not task with someone despicable like you,” Lin Xuan said calmly.

Hearing this, everyone nearby turned pale.

Fan Chong was no ordinary disciple like Zhang Qian; he was a true Core Disciple whose cultivation had already reached the Ninth Rank of the Mystical Realm.

“You’re courting death!” Fan Chong’s eyes radiated a terrifying light, and the temperature around him dropped within a radius of three meters.

“Don’t think that killing Zhang Qian means you can act recklessly.

In the eyes of the core disciples, Zhang Qian is less than nothing!” Fan Chong’s palm emitted a chill, his voice like the harsh wind and snow of midwinter, “I’ll give you one chance, follow me!

Otherwise, you’ll regret it!”

“Deacon Elder, as you can see, I cannot task with such a person, so I have decided to complete the task alone!” Lin Xuan explained to the Law Enforcement Elder and then walked away without giving Fan Chong a second glance.

“Very well, it has been a long time since I’ve been angry; I hope you’ll provide some entertainment!” Fan Chong laughed furiously, already deciding to kill Lin Xuan during the task.

After all, the task was extremely dangerous, and Lin Xuan was going solo, so even if Lin Xuan died, no one would suspect anything.

With a cold laugh, Fan Chong left with his followers in tow.

…

Lin Xuan was visibly frustrated.

To think that a mere task would expose him to such scum, not only forcefully taking the task but also ordering him around as if he were a lackey.

“Do I really look like a lackey?” Lin Xuan muttered, “It seems I’m not famous enough yet!”

“That little fellow’s cultivation technique has the Cold Ice Attribute.

You’re still somewhat struggling against it unless you can merge the Wind and Thunder Swordsmanship,” Lord of Wine’s voice resounded.

“I still have time.

I guess he won’t attack right away,” Lin Xuan nodded and spoke telepathically, “But isn’t it too early for me to attempt merging the techniques on my own?

Aren’t there any existing Wind and Thunder Skills directly available?”

“There are!” Lord of Wine replied succinctly.

Lin Xuan: “….”

“Then why did you still ask me to merge them on my own!” he roared, like an angry little lion.

“I just wanted to see how far you could go,” explained Lord of Wine.

“Other people’s cultivation techniques might be good, but they belong to others—only the moves you create yourself are the most comfortable.”

“Though you can’t create them on your own yet, I want to cultivate that awareness in you!”

Lin Xuan calmed down; he had just been joking with Lord of Wine.

He understood these principles, which is why he tried to make some changes in every martial art he learned.

“Let’s see how hard this so-called sixth-level task really is!” Lin Xuan strode forward.

Inside a grand hall of the sect, Elder Xue sat with authority.

“Elder Xue, not only did Lin Xuan kill Brother Zhang, but he also confronted you directly—it’s truly a crime deserving of death!” Ling Ze said hatefully.

“I’ve disliked him for a long time now, why not let the disciple…”

Elder Xue slightly lifted his eyelids and looked at Ling Ze indifferently before slowly saying, “It seems you have a grudge against him and want to use me as your spear.

You are still too green!”

Ling Ze shivered and said respectfully, “Disciple wouldn’t dare.”

“However, if you can really eliminate Lin Xuan, I will accept you as a true disciple!”

Upon hearing this, Ling Ze suddenly looked up, his eyes brimming with excitement.

He quickly said, “Elder, rest assured, I will definitely accomplish this!”

He was overjoyed.

He had merely wanted to try his luck, but Elder Xue had offered the place of a true disciple.

It seemed that Elder Xue indeed wanted Lin Xuan dead.

There are two types of elder disciples: registered disciples, who are only nominally under an elder and hardly receive any guidance, and true disciples, whose status is very prestigious and ranked above core disciples.

Someone like Murong Qianling, for instance, is a true disciple who not only receives the true teachings of an elder but also has access to resources provided by the sect.

“Lin Xuan, you’ve offended even the sect elder, this time I’d like to see how you escape!”

…

Ah-choo!

Lin Xuan rubbed his nose, grumbling discontentedly, “That’s just too mean, they wouldn’t even rent to me!”

Just now, he had gone to the Beast Taming Garden, trying to rent a Spiritual Bird for transportation, but they ruthlessly turned him down, claiming that the place he wanted to visit was too dangerous to warrant a rental.

Lin Xuan could only come out helplessly; he knew that reason was just a pretext, the real reason probably involved sabotage.

It was either Elder Xue or Fan Chong.

Lin Xuan guessed that Elder Xue might not even know he’d gone on a mission; the most likely culprit was Fan Chong.

For those core disciples, having a sect elder backing them made it easy to interfere behind the scenes.

“You can treat this mission as a form of training, don’t be too anxious!” said Lord of Wine.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll find some Soul Healing Grass Medicine along the way.”

“That’s about all I can do,” said Lin Xuan, deploying his movement technique, transforming into a gale, and swiftly taking action.

Five days later, in the forest.

A Three-eyed White Spotted Tiger was running fast, carrying a black-robed young man whose features were clear-cut, but whose eyes shimmered like sword light.

The young man sat on the tiger’s back like a stone sculpture, unmoving, and even the fierce running of the tiger demon could not affect him.

Roar!

A demon covered in scale armor suddenly burst out from the forest, its iron-like claws reaching for the young man on the tiger’s back.

Hiss!

Pfft!

The black-robed young man pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly traced in the void.

It seemed as if a golden thread swept by; the demon’s body suddenly split in half, spilling blood and entrails all over the ground.

“Counting the days, it should be about time,” the black-robed young man muttered under his breath, not even glancing at the dead demon.