Chapter Fifty-Two: Not the Right Time

  "Have you heard? A monster has appeared in our southern courtyard and even Zhang Chuyong was defeated by him!"

  "Cut! Who doesn't know about this? It's said that monster is huge and fat, its legs are as high as a zhang (about 3.3 meters)!"

  "Nonsense! Where is there someone as tall as that?"

  "They all said it was a monster, and also, it had four arms..."

  On Nanyun Peak, everywhere was whispering about this, and even the entire Xuan Yun Sect had spread the news that a freak had arrived at the inner courtyard of Nanyun Peak.

  Some say he is one zhang tall, some say he has three heads and six arms, and there are even those who say he is the reincarnation of a malevolent spirit. All sorts of versions exist.

  Li Chen walked on the stone steps, and from time to time, these words came into his ears, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

  Fortunately, not many people realized it, and as for those rumors, most of them became baseless after being exaggerated.

  Half a time later, arrived at the top of Nanyun Peak, a tall building complex, with hundreds of young people going to the inner square, divided into three groups in the square, clear and distinct.

  Looking up, under the eaves of the house, there is a huge plaque with three large characters "Jian Wu Tang".

  Named disciples who want to become outer door disciples must have an outer courtyard leader. At the beginning of each month, they go to Jianwu Hall to verify their cultivation, only once, and can only wait for a month afterwards.

  Outer disciples are no exception.

  Li Chen didn't have much time to get familiar with things, and no one told him about these unclear matters. Fortunately, yesterday was the last day of the month, so today is the first day of the new month.

  Originally as two big giants, they could easily let Li Chen enter the inner door and even directly become an elite disciple, but the two of them couldn't use their power for personal gain, so they let him solve it on his own.

  With his current strength, wanting to enter the inner gate is naturally easy and effortless, it's just a formality.

  As for the guide, it's even more impossible. Feng Luoming entered the Precept Hall, that is, unless the person behind him was powerful enough to shake the two giants, but this is clearly not possible.

  Nan Yunfeng didn't care who his famous disciple's manager was and he wasn't in the mood to know, even more so, he couldn't be bothered to ask.

  Yesterday after the two giants left, Li Chen directly rushed into the forest of Nan Yunfeng, casually chose a secluded place to spend the night, and waited for dawn to come.

  "Bad luck! I clearly felt myself breaking through to the fourth layer boundary, how could I fail to leave a fist imprint?"

  Next to the small gate, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy walked dejectedly into one of the teams.

  This group of people, each with a youthful face, wearing grey robes, it's clear that they are all named disciples of Nan Yunfeng.

  Another group of people were slightly older, with the bigger ones being sixteen or seventeen years old. Not a few of them had broad shoulders and waists, due to their long-term martial arts training, making them appear quite mature. They were naturally the outer sect disciples.

  As for the last wave of people, there were only seven or eight of them, each with a proud expression on their face and an air of superiority.

  "Hey, ignorant kid, you think just breaking through your cultivation will allow you to leave a palm print on the Phantom Iron? Without mastering the use of your own inner energy, even if you break through to the fifth layer, it's nothing but a cultivation built up by piling up elixirs!"

  Among the outer disciples, a youth with acne all over his face snickered.

  At these words, the originally quiet and silent team suddenly burst into a loud noise.

  Both sides were young and vigorous, how could they tolerate such words? Although they knew that these outer door disciples were not their opponents, each of them was filled with righteous indignation, glaring angrily.

  "Silence!"

  In front of the team, a middle-aged man wearing a green robe shouted with a solemn expression.

  At that moment, the group of registered disciples dared not to make a sound, and most of them whispered to each other. Although the opponent was wearing a green robe, seemingly just an inner door disciple, at this age they all had this identity, it was clear that there was no hope for promotion, and they were demoted by the sect as new outer courtyard attendants.

  As for those outer sect disciples, there wasn't much change. At such a young age, they already had such attainments and would soon be able to enter the ranks of inner sect disciples. Naturally, they didn't need to fear these outer courtyard managers, so they continued to put on a smiling face, even being somewhat overbearing in their speech.

  At the forefront of the Outer Gate Disciples, unlike the Named Disciples, there were as many as five people. Each of them had a high and bulging forehead, with flashes of sharpness in their eyes from time to time. Without asking, it was clear that they were all masters at the ninth level of Inner Breath.

  With the cultivation of five people, it is enough to suppress these young and vigorous young warriors.

  As for the words and actions of their subordinates, the five people obviously did not intend to stop them. The face of the outer courtyard manager who was angry turned gloomy. He also knew that his errand was not very good, especially at this time every month.

  He didn't want to take on this task at first, but he had no choice but to comply with the order from Zhen Lutang yesterday.

  "Come here!"

  Just as he was about to explode in anger, he suddenly saw a disheveled youth with hair half a head taller than the rest of the group sauntering up from behind, and his breath caught in his throat.

  "Me?"

  At dawn, he looked around and felt a bit dazed and unsure of what to do, but after the leader shouted again, he finally stepped forward.

  Yesterday, I fought a fierce battle with Zhang Chulang, and after being frightened by Hou Danchen, I was physically and mentally exhausted, sleeping until the sun was high in the sky, almost missing the change of the inner door token.

  However, as a nominal disciple, Li Chen wanted to enter the inner door and first had to become an outer door disciple.

  "Kneel down!"

  Looking at Li Chen's height, the middle-aged steward thought he was a 16 or 17-year-old waste who hadn't reached the fourth layer of internal energy and coldly scolded him.

  "Give me a reason!"

  Li Chen's face was not gloomy, and under his disheveled long hair, his eyes flashed with a cold glint that passed quickly.

  "How dare you, on such an important day, be late by a whole hour! Do you still have any sense of discipline? Do you still recognize me as your superior?"

  A middle-aged steward with a mustache and glaring eyes, those outer disciples who were not bad at their prospects and were about to break through into the inner door didn't put him in their eyes, but now even this grey-clothed registered disciple was like this, how could he not be furious?

  In a loud shout, a strong gust of wind suddenly rose, and the middle-aged steward's tiger claw-like hand fiercely swiped down towards Li Chen's shoulder.

  Looking at the momentum of his move, without having Nine Layers of Inner Breath, he must have Eight Layers of cultivation. If he were truly an ordinary Named Disciple, this one grab would inevitably cause his tendons to snap and bones to fracture, and even if lightly injured, it would take half a month to recover.

  At this time, there were constantly named and outer door disciples coming in and out from both sides of the front hall, with people coming and going, some looking gloomy, others excited and pleased.

  The square in front was empty and desolate, and the middle-aged manager's voice was loud and clear, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

  As soon as the middle-aged steward made a move, the strong wind he brought with him blew against everyone's clothes, and except for those five outer door disciples who were in charge of affairs, all the others showed surprise on their faces.

  Especially those outer door disciples who dared to speak out of turn against the middle-aged manager, only now did they realize how much they had underestimated these old generation martial artists who had no hope of promotion but had stagnant cultivation for many years.

  Put your heart in their place. If they were swapped with that thin and weak young man, facing this move, there would be no possibility of dodging.

  As a martial artist, one should be aware of the six directions and listen to all eight sides. This is the most basic common sense. The changes in people's facial expressions are naturally taken in by his eyes, and that's exactly what he wants.

  "You little devil, if there's anyone to blame, it's you for coming at the wrong time!"

  Looking at Li Chen, who seemed to have been frightened silly in front of him, the middle-aged steward had a faint cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and the force under his hand unconsciously increased several times, making it clear that he wanted to use Li Chen to establish prestige.