Chapter Eighty-four: Lin Yuan's Disciple

  "You're here."

  When Lin Yuan arrived at the middle of the pavilion, several zhang away, he finally saw the master of Nan Institute in everyone's eyes. His body was as black as ink jade, and his face was also the same color. He looked like a sculpture made of black jade, with an ordinary silk robe that didn't have any special features, just common silk fabric.

  But when she saw his eyes, Lin Yuan was shocked all over, what kind of eyes were these, like the cosmic black hole described in the era of great science and technology, with a breath that devoured all things. Just one glance at Lin Yuan made her feel as if her mind was floating, her will was out of control, and even her soul began to waver.

  In an instant, Lin Yuan's mind shook violently and he snapped back to reality from Song Changqing's eyes. When he looked at Song Changqing again, the other party's gaze was as calm as a still lake, without any ripples, as if those eyes just now were not his own.

  "As expected, your physique seems to have undergone some special transformation, and your body is incredibly hard. Your true yuan inner power is also several times more condensed than that of ordinary people in the same realm. It looks like you pay great attention to your own true yuan. Moreover, you yourself are not bad either." Song Changqing said.

  At this moment, Lin Yuan was shocked in his heart. He didn't expect that the changes on his body would be seen through by the master of Nan Institute at a glance. Even the transformation of his physique could be seen, and this insight into his willpower was indeed terrifying.

  His own body was being transformed every day by the mysterious Biyu Pearl in his Dantian, something that ordinary people couldn't see, and they just thought he had cultivated some kind of tempered physique technique. Unexpectedly, the master of the South Courtyard could actually guess it, but judging from his appearance, he still couldn't detect the Biyu Pearl inside his body.

  "Do you know what setting up thirty arenas means for the Northern Institute?" Suddenly, Song Changqing changed his tone and asked Lin Yuan about his own arena settings.

  "Disciple Lin Yuan is not wrong, this time it was the Northern Institute that provoked my disciple and destroyed our institute. I am just using their own methods to deal with them." Lin Yuan's eyes were also firm, his gaze unwavering.

  He didn't think he was wrong in this matter, and Lin Yuan also didn't think she was wrong. She had already been beaten to the door by them, how could she not fight back?

  In fact, what Lin Yuan meant was that you, the Southern Institute, did not resist, fine! I, Lin Yuan, will go and resist. You are weak, but I am not weak.

  "You don't have to say that, it's not that we're not coming out on top, there's a reason for this matter. By doing so, you've already made the elders and disciples of the Northern Court lose face. When you advance to the Pre-Heaven stage, you'll definitely face even more challenges, and they might even make a move against you." Song Changqing naturally understood what Lin Yuan meant, and explained with a smile.

  "Ah! This..." Lin Yuan exclaimed, he hadn't expected this to happen. Could it be that the people from Beiyuan had come to assassinate him last night? In an instant, Lin Yuan's thoughts flashed back to what had happened yesterday.

  "Of course, you don't have to be afraid. In my South Yard, they can't even afford to be arrogant." Song Changqing suddenly burst out with a powerful aura, and a vast atmosphere instantly spread out, enveloping Lin Yuan, who naturally felt the astonishing power of that aura.

  "Alright, since you're here, I'll back you up. In this world, people's hearts are hard to measure, and the stronger one is, the more sinister they can be." Song Changqing said, looking at Lin Yuan, "Are you willing to acknowledge me as your master? As my disciple, although it won't allow you to dominate the Wu Sect, at least you won't be bullied by others. You'll get the fairness you want, but this fairness is something I've earned with my power. If you want fairness, you must keep getting stronger. True fairness can only be achieved through one's own fists."

  Lin Yuan was slightly stunned, didn't expect it would turn out like this, but such an opportunity he wouldn't let go of, and immediately it was a grand worship day.

  "Master!"

  Lin Yuan wanted it this way, he needed to be strong himself and also needed a strong person to guide his cultivation.

  What Lin Yuan lacks now is a guide for himself, and what he lacks is experience.

  The burden on Lin Yuan's body was too heavy, and Lin Yuan was also very clear that this Zhao Guo, this Wu Zong Tai, was weak and small. However, for the current Lin Yuan, Wu Zong in his eyes was a huge entity. How could he conquer the world? Therefore, he yearned for strength. He needed strength.

  "Alright, as a disciple of mine, Song Changqing, you don't need to be so polite. As long as you truly respect your master and the way, everything else is insignificant."

  Song Changqing waved his hand, and a powerful air current emerged from under Lin Yuan's body, lifting him up. The sudden change made Lin Yuan feel Song Changqing's power once again. This air current changed and transformed, and he couldn't even determine if it was just a simple grasp of true yuan. Lin Yuan didn't feel any strange fluctuations in Song Changqing's true yuan at all, because he couldn't sense the slightest wave of power. But in front of this air current, he felt deeply powerless, knowing that even if he used his full strength, he would absolutely be unable to resist.

  "From today on, you are my fifth disciple, Song Changqing, and also my last disciple."

  Song Changqing gazed at Lin Yuan and said seriously, "To be honest, having me as your master has its advantages and disadvantages. Even if you advance to the Xiantian realm, it doesn't mean you'll find a good master. In fact, some inner disciples don't even have masters. If you follow the Wu Zong rules and enter the inner sect, just starting out, even with exceptional talent, without experiencing trials, there will be achievements. Now that I've taken you as my disciple, although no one will dare to bully you, various challenges are unavoidable. As my disciple, Song Changqing, I have only one requirement: in any challenge, you can only win, not lose."

  "If it's someone who has surpassed my Purple Mansion Realm and is even a senior elder taking action against a disciple?"

  Song Changqing glared at Lin Yuan and said, "That's definitely not included. When you entered the Xiantian realm, only Xiantian realm warriors are allowed to challenge you. If a warrior beyond the Xiantian realm challenges you, I, Song Changqing, am not so easily fooled. Of course, if you enter the Zifu realm that day, those strong Zifu warriors will also not interfere with your master's actions. If you lose, don't come see me again."

  Lin Yuan couldn't help but smile bitterly upon hearing this, for such a request was truly a bit too demanding. Those who could enter the Xiantian realm were all young prodigies with exceptional talent and innate abilities, even the least gifted among them were almost all quasi-geniuses or unconventional geniuses, and actual geniuses weren't uncommon either. It was possible for him to be unmatched within his own realm, but considering he had just entered the Xiantian realm, it was impossible for him to challenge a Jiyuan or Hunyuan realm cultivator.

  He snorted, and Song Changqing saw through Lin Yuan's thoughts at a glance. He said, "Don't think I'm just talking nonsense. As my disciple, if you can't even do this, how can you inherit my legacy? But don't worry, I will definitely cultivate you with all my might. Why did those inner disciples come to worship me as their master? It's because they have the guidance and help of a master. What can't be obtained, I, Song Changqing, still have confidence in."

  Lin Yuan was stunned, this master was too overbearing, completely beyond his expectations. Lin Yuan thought for a moment, as the master of the Fourth Academy, his strength was naturally formidable, probably even stronger than that of an ordinary elder.

  Lin Yuan suddenly felt a sense of unease, and he was afraid that once he returned to his residence, the news would spread quickly, and some inner disciples would become dissatisfied. Lin Yuan could already foresee the trouble he was about to face.