Chapter Eighty - Campfire Night Gathering, Cultivation

  Lin Yuan won! It turned out that Lin Yuan achieved the final victory.

  The honor of being the first person outside the door also fell on Lin Yuan's body.

  At this moment, Lin Yuan is full of honor.

  At this moment, Lin Yuan is in the spotlight.

  The entire South Court was boiling over, the entire Martial Arts Arena was boiling over.

  Who would have thought that Lin Yuan, who was arrogant and wanted to challenge the disciples of the courtyard in their eyes, had really succeeded at this time.

  That Zhang Kuang, that Lin Yuan who single-handedly took on the outer gate disciples of the Northern Institute, was actually unstoppable, fearless in the face of death, only for one battle, only to vent his anger at the Southern Institute.

  The disciples of Nanmen are glorious at this moment, the disciples of Nanmen, proud beyond compare.

  "Look, this is our Southern Courtyard's disciple, Lin Yuan of our Southern Courtyard. One person single-handedly fought against the Northern Courtyard, are you alright?"

  This moment is destined to be Lin Yuan's legend, Lin Yuan's moment.

  At this time, Duan Tian, who was lying on the ground, had a stupid expression, and his eyes seemed to have dimmed, without any luster.

  He would never have believed that he had lost, that he had failed like this.

  How could I possibly fail? I am the number one disciple of the entire Wu Zong outer sect. It belongs to me, it is mine.

  But at this time, in everyone's eyes, there was no longer his shadow, and the words that flashed in their eyes were all Lin Yuan's, not his.

  Bei Yuan was defeated and was beaten by Lin Yuan alone.

  Perhaps the only ones who couldn't be happy at this time were the disciples of Beiyuan, some of whom came to their senses and lifted up Duan Tian, who was seriously injured on the ground, and walked out of the martial arena with a dejected look.

  Watching their backs, all the disciples of Nan Institute burst out laughing again.

  This smile is a release of countless years, this smile, more than two years of pent-up frustration.

  At this moment, the weak and timid eyes that were once imprinted on the disciples of Nan Yuan also disappeared instantly. All the disciples of Nan Yuan, at this moment, are the happiest, at this moment, the most relieved.

  "Chang Qing, this time you've picked someone who's indeed not bad, has ambition, has pride, and most importantly, has natural talent." Suddenly, in a place where no one noticed, a soft voice with a smile said.

  "Cloud elder, this child is quite good!" Song Changqing's voice sounded from the side, his eyes gazing in the direction where Lin Yuan was.

  "Yes, I didn't expect it either. Lin Yuan's understanding of swordsmanship is actually so formidable. The Broken Sky Sword Technique seems to have only been grasped by your top disciple Guo Tao, but unexpectedly, Lin Yuan has also grasped it." Suddenly, the person called Yun Lao spoke up.

  If Lin Yuan were to see Yun Lao at this time, he would definitely recognize him. This was the same white-haired old man who appeared in the Martial Skills Pavilion that day, but now, on his body, a gentle and carefree demeanor was displayed.

  "Ah, Taotao's situation is all my fault. If it wasn't for me back then, Taotao wouldn't have ended up like this. It's all because I didn't make a decision in time, which led to..."

  "There's no need to bring up past matters." Bai Yun Lao suddenly interrupted Song Changqing.

  "It's just that if it weren't for that incident, Tao'er might have already broken through to that realm. But now he's stuck at that level and can't make progress." Song Changqing's face was filled with shame.

  "What happened before was also beyond our control. This time, it's up to you. I believe the Northern Court will not let things slide." Bai Yun Lao spoke again.

  "Hmph, this time if Lin Yuan hadn't suddenly broken through and opened up the second acupoint of the Governor Vessel, it might have been Lin Yuan who lost. This time, I absolutely won't let what happened last time happen again." Song Changqing said, a burst of aura instantly spreading out, then instantly retracted. Others were completely unaware.

  "You should also change your temper." Bai Yun Lao said, and suddenly disappeared beside Song Changqing, even Song Changqing himself did not catch how he disappeared.

  Song Changqing shook his head, his eyes gazing in the direction where Lin Yuan was, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and instantly disappeared.

  Lin Yuan was also struggling on the stage, and that last move had almost exhausted all of Lin Yuan's true yuan. He had staked everything on this one throw, and he was determined to fight to the end, even if it meant death.

  However, Lin Yuan did not expect that under his instinctive urge, he successfully opened the second acupoint of the Governor Vessel, and his true yuan was instantly restored by half. This gave Lin Yuan enough true yuan, so he used the most powerful move he had comprehended so far - the fourth move of the Breaking Heaven Sword Technique, "One Sword Shocks the Heavens".

  Even the third move was directly ignored, just for the sake of winning.

  Three days and thirty matches, this is Lin Yuan's record, it is the pride of the entire Southern Courtyard. The Martial Arena has finally quieted down after the end of the tournament, and Lin Yuan also attended the evening banquet at the invitation of all the disciples in the Southern Courtyard.

  Lin Yuan changed his usual calm demeanor, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, sitting on the ground with many outsiders, loudly playing rock-paper-scissors and drinking, getting drunk and staggering, shocking everyone.

  Is he still the Lin Yuan who was invincible on stage and would never give up until death? Or is he still that war god-like him?

  That night, they were undifferentiated, and they laughed freely. Gradually, Lin Yuan also blended into this atmosphere.

  Several female disciples from the Southern Courtyard also gathered around, quarreling with Lin Yuan in a lively and cheerful manner, completely unlike their usual icy demeanor as the "Iceberg Snow Maidens", which shocked many of the Southern Courtyard disciples.

  All the disciples of Nan Yuan stood beside the bonfire, and Le's smile was crooked.

  Although they were just ordinary outer disciples, and didn't even make it onto the ranking stele, this might mean that for the rest of their lives, they would never again have the opportunity to become inner disciples, nor have any hope of becoming a super strong cultivator who could look down on the world... But he was still extremely excited.

  Because he knew they had this one place in common, Nan Yuan.

  Among the cheers and laughter, Lin Yuan finally returned to his own residence under the crowd's squeeze.

  "Finally able to take a good rest and solidify one's own realm."

  Lin Yuan returned to his residence at this time, and for three days, Lin Yuan was always prepared and also cultivating at all times, never relaxing himself because he was going to challenge the Northern House.

  Constantly cultivating at all times and every moment, has seemingly become Lin Yuan's habit. As long as there is time, Lin Yuan will cultivate, sword techniques, defensive skills, and condensing his True Essence.

  Lin Yuan's body was suddenly filled with a strong wine aroma, his entire body's true yuan shook violently, and in an instant, a mouthful of white qi burst out from Lin Yuan's mouth.

  "It's much more comfortable." Lin Yuan was drinking for the first time and couldn't compare to those who often drank, so he had no choice but to use his True Essence to refine the wine's potency.

  "Let's cultivate then, and solidify our cultivation." Lin Yuan instantly sat cross-legged on the bluestone in the courtyard, his entire spirit sinking into his dantian.

  In an instant, the scattered true yuan in the universe converged into Lin Yuan's body. The true yuan transformed into two streams, one flowing towards his dantian and the other tempering Lin Yuan's body.