Chapter 59 - A Challenge from Beiyuan (Seeking Bookmarks)

  Lin Yuan's indifference to the rankings does not mean that others are also indifferent, and Lin Yuan's performance has fallen into the eyes of many people, who think that Lin Yuan is very arrogant. Of course, this is also in the eyes of the people from the other three institutes, as for Nan Institute, their own people would not think so much.

  Lin Yuan was now starving, a night of cultivation, plus it was already nearing noon, his stomach was growling with hunger, he ordered a few dishes and casually found a seat.

  Lin Yuan's mood was great, today he broke through the Half-Step Divine Realm, and he believed that it wouldn't be long before he could break through the Divine Realm boundary. In the Martial Ancestor realm, some of the elders could also take him as their disciple.

  Lin Xuan's mind was clear. If he were to cultivate alone, even if he had exceptional talent, there would still be times of difficulty. Having a powerful master who could provide guidance on his cultivation would play an extremely important role.

  Just as Lin Yuan was eating, in the northern courtyard.

  "What? You say Lin Yuan actually disdains this ranking." A young man said to several boys beside him.

  "Yes, it seems that Lin Yuan is quite arrogant, not even bothering to look at the ranking stele." A young man below said cautiously, but his eyes revealed a hint of inexplicable viciousness.

  "Hmph, ignorant of life and death, so arrogant and domineering. Indeed, new disciples are all like this. You're surnamed Sun, right? Come, follow me to meet Lin Yuan and let them know the true strength of our Northern Institute." The young man's face revealed a self-satisfied expression, but little did he know that it was actually him who was truly arrogant.

  The Sun surname youth, hearing that the man was so easy to talk to, had a bright smile on his face: "Yes, Brother Chen is very powerful, it's just right to let them see the strength of our North Court." The Sun surname youth hastily said.

  …………

  Lin Yuan was eating in the cafeteria and felt that it wasn't bad, at least much better than what he had eaten at Lin Family Village.

  A meal full, Lin Yuan was satisfied and let out a contented burp, patted his belly, and was just about to head towards his own place.

  Although Lin Yuan didn't care about the Wu Zong ranking monument, after all, it would be the selection of inner door disciples in a year's time, and he had to enter the inner door himself. Strength was naturally very important, and Lin Yuan wasn't sure if he could successfully step into the Xiantian realm in a year's time. So, there was only one way: wait for the ranking war in a year's time and seize the top ten.

  In Lin Yuan's understanding, the top ten outer door disciples are all half-step pre-heavenly boundary warriors. Moreover, it is said that the 11th to 15th ranked outer door disciples are also rushing towards the half-step pre-heavenly boundary, looking forward to entering the inner door in next year's ranking battle.

  Of course, Lin Yuan still had the confidence to enter the inner gate, which was not arrogance, but a kind of self-confidence that emanated from his bones. This was a kind of self-confidence in oneself, and also a necessary condition for a warrior's cultivation.

  If a martial artist doesn't even have confidence, how can they make progress on the path of martial arts.

  Just as Lin Yuan was about to leave, he suddenly furrowed his brow. Before he could say anything, several shouts of excitement came from outside the Northern Courtyard disciples.

  "Haha, it's really not worth getting addicted to! Just now, no one was able to catch up with Brother Chen's move. It seems that the South Institute is indeed as rumored, just a gathering place for useless trash. Among the four institutes, it's the most inferior!"

  "With just you bunch of trash from the Southern Institute, you think you can get qualified to enter the inner gate? Haha, I think it's better for you to tuck your tail and leave, going there would only bring shame to the Southern Institute!"

  "Wei Chen is a 54th-ranked outer disciple, and he has already reached the mid-stage of Xiantian Ninth Heaven. How can you possibly beat him? Don't know life from death."

  "I really don't know how you people managed to get on the ranking monument, each and every one of you is like a rotten melon that can't withstand a blow, it's truly disappointing."

  "Hey, where's that new outer sect disciple Lin Yuan? Get out here, I'll knock his teeth out and make him kneel down begging for mercy with just one punch..." Suddenly, the young man surnamed Chen shouted loudly.

  A dozen or so young men in black clothes, with cold smiles on their faces, blocked the entrance of the cafeteria, standing on the steps, looking down at Lin Yuan and others, calling them "waste" and "dregs", instantly infuriating all the disciples of Nan Institute.

  In an instant!

  All the disciples of Nan Yuan stared at Lin Yuan with eager eyes, hoping that this one and only new outer court disciple could help them save face, and would take the initiative to stand up for the Nan Yuan disciples at this time.

  At the time when Lin Yuan was having a meal, this young man surnamed Chen had already challenged many outer disciples and defeated them all, causing the morale of the Southern Courtyard to plummet. It just so happened that he came looking for Lin Yuan, the only postnatal ninth realm martial artist.

  This young man with the surname Chen was precisely that youth who had just been stirred up by a few words from the youth with the surname Sun to go and cause trouble at the South Wing.

  This young man surnamed Chen, joined Wu Zong last year, his innate talent is mediocre, at this time he has already reached the middle period of acquired ninth rank, which is not bad, but this person is born arrogant and cannot see others better than him. That's why such a scene happened.

  Lin Yuan furrowed his brow.

  "Damn it, these few bastards, their mouths are really too cheap." Lin Yuan's temper flared up upon hearing the shouting from the people opposite him, and he couldn't bear to think about exploding in curses.

  "Can't anyone of you take a move? I'd like to see how many moves you can take!" Lin Yuan knew he couldn't dodge this time. Although he didn't want to look for trouble, since the matter had found him, naturally, Lin Yuan was not afraid of heaven or earth.

  Establish prestige? Who wouldn't!

  Want to fight?

  Then come on!

  Aren't you arrogant? Then I'll be even more arrogant.

  Lin Yuan was not a ruthless person, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart. He let out an angry shout and didn't bother to say anything else to them. With a burst of energy from his feet, he suddenly leaped into the air, like a large bird, his figure flashing as he swooped towards the Chen youth on the stairs.

  Actually launched an attack first?

  "Hum, presumptuous! Get out of here! In front of me, Chen Ming, you don't have the right to be arrogant!"

  On the stairs, Chen Ming stood in the center, his slender figure and dense black hair cascading down like a waterfall. His lion nose and wide mouth were twisted in anger as he was provoked by Lin Yuan's actions. With a cold hum, he struck out with a palm, cleaving the air.

  Against his palm, the entire palm was filled with true yuan, and a strong true yuan shot out like an arrow.

  The disciples around him suddenly felt a strong gust of wind blowing in their faces, and they held their breath.

  Several Northern Courtyard disciples behind Chen Ming also instantly retreated backwards, avoiding innocent casualties.

  Lin Yuan's entire arm also rose with a blue true yuan, majestic and powerful enough to match Chen Ming's aura in an instant.

  Chen Ming sneered and with a single palm strike, he sent Lin Yuan flying back, making a strong first impression.

  The disciples of both temples exclaimed in unison.

  Lin Yuan's body was in mid-air, his entire body as if treading on air, precisely the Cloud Treading Steps - Cloud Treads Nine Heavens.

  "Get out of here! You're not even worthy, you haven't even grown a full head of hair yet, and you think you can take me on!" Chen Ming bellowed loudly, watching as Lin Yuan's arm was about to strike him. Not only did he not dodge, but he also charged forward to meet the attack.