Chapter 729: The First Stage

A ripple of spatial fluctuation spread across the portal.

By the time Ye Lin regained his footing, he had already appeared upon a circular arena.

Many disciples of the Profound Cloud Sect appeared beside him as well.

Upon appearing on the circular arena, everyone immediately became vigilant.

After all, on this circular arena, every single person was an enemy, and in the end, only ten people would be able to advance.

Very quickly, the circular arena was packed with disciples of the Profound Cloud Sect.

Yet, around a few individuals, a vacuum zone had unexpectedly formed.

One did not need to think to know that the strength of these few must be extremely formidable; the surrounding disciples did not want to provoke them.

The situation on Ye Lin's side was the exact opposite.

Although Ding Hanbin did not appear on the same arena as him, several disciples of Martial Peak had already set their sights on him, wanting to eliminate Ye Lin early.

They were just waiting for the elders to announce the start, and they would launch a thunderous strike against Ye Lin.

However, Ye Lin seemed to turn a deaf ear to their fierce glares, and he even took out a white handkerchief of his own accord, looking just like a sissy.

The moment the elder announced the start, the other disciples did not dare to act rashly.

As the saying goes, the nail that sticks out gets hammered; they did not feel their strength was powerful enough to face a siege from the crowd.

Therefore, at the very beginning, everyone thought that if they could keep a low profile, they would, to see if they could stay on the arena for as long as possible.

But just as everyone was being vigilant, Ye Lin moved.

He was seen holding the handkerchief, skipping and dancing while waving it.

"Drop! Ah, drop! Ah, drop the handkerchief! Gently place it behind the little friend, everyone don't tell him! Hurry, hurry, catch him! Hurry, hurry, catch him!"

Everyone looked at Ye Lin with some astonishment, and some disciples even began to suspect if this guy was a lunatic.

Others were holding the Nine Peaks Grand Competition here, and he was playing drop-the-handkerchief?

Only the Pill Peak Master, Danyangzi, immediately stood up with a start.

"My hot horse! Why does this guy use all his underhanded tricks on his own people?"

When Ye Lin took out the handkerchief and waved it, Danyangzi had already recognized what was going on with that handkerchief.

A few days ago, when Ye Lin came to him to treat his hand, he had taken some things from him while he wasn't looking.

Actually, Danyangzi did not refine poison.

But as the saying goes, every medicine has three parts poison.

As a great master of the Pill Dao, his pill refining was not one hundred percent successful; sometimes, if he was careless and made a mistake, he would refine poisonous pills.

These poisonous pills were not only of no benefit to a cultivator's body, but were, on the contrary, highly toxic.

Ye Lin had taken a batch of failed poisonous pills from him.

The effects of those poisonous pills varied, and one type of poisonous pill would volatilize into a gaseous state once stimulated by the immortal power within the body.

Once a cultivator below the Spirit Seven Phases realm inhaled the gas transformed from this poisonous pill, they would immediately foam at the mouth, their limbs would stiffen, and their whole body would convulse.

Watching Ye Lin waving the handkerchief there, how could Danyangzi not know what he was doing?

Sure enough, amidst Ye Lin's demonic singing of "drop the handkerchief."

The first Profound Cloud Sect disciple to fall appeared on the arena.

That disciple originally had a cold sneer on his face, but the next second, a large amount of white foam suddenly surged from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, beginning to convulse wildly.

Seeing this, the other disciples hurriedly distanced themselves from this disciple.

But his collapse was like triggering a row of dominoes; more and more disciples collapsed with a thud, the symptoms all exactly the same—foaming at the mouth while convulsing.

In just a few breaths of time, over a hundred Profound Cloud Sect disciples had fallen straight to the ground.

At this time, the remaining people also realized something was wrong and pointed at Ye Lin, exclaiming.

"That handkerchief in that guy's hand is problematic!"

The remaining disciples covered their mouths and noses one after another, glaring at Ye Lin with fury.

"Oh my, you discovered it; I really am a little dummy."

Ye Lin playfully stuck out his little tongue.

"Throw him out first, this damn guy is actually using poison!"

"Break his legs and teach him a lesson!"

"How could such a guy have snuck into our Profound Cloud Sect? Let's go, clean up the house!"

The angry Profound Cloud Sect disciples immediately rushed toward Ye Lin, with the disciples of Martial Peak rushing the fastest; after all, with so many people, if they were late, they wouldn't be able to dismantle Ye Lin's legs.

Ye Lin stepped on the Heavenly Dipper Void-Escaping Steps, took out the Bronze Dragon Vein Cauldron, and strolled leisurely, even humming a tune.

"They throw cabbage at me, I take the cabbage to stir-fry a dish."

Bang!

Ye Lin swung the cauldron, directly smashing the fastest-rushing Martial Peak disciple and sending him flying out.

"They throw eggs at me, I take the eggs to make egg-fried rice."

Ye Lin flew up and kicked, directly sending a lucky fellow flying.

"They throw cigarette butts at me, I pick up the cigarette butts and smoke two cages."

"They throw poop at me, I take the poop to make egg tarts."

"They throw jade plates at me, I bow three times to the jade plates."

"They throw at me... that won't do."

On the circular arena, the Profound Cloud Sect disciples flew out one after another like kites with broken strings.

At this moment, everyone also began to gradually realize something was wrong.

This guy's realm appeared to be only the Yin-Yang Realm, but in reality, the strength he could exert was terrifying; even disciples of the Primordial Realm could not withstand a few hits from him.

The nine Peak Masters were all secretly observing Ye Lin's actions at this moment; after all, this was someone the nine of them had taught together.

Among them, the gaze of the Force Peak Master, Man Yin, was the most astonished.

Because he could see that Ye Lin's Ten Thousand Calamities God-Refining Art seemed to be very close to the level of the Thousand Calamities Saint Body!

This Ten Thousand Calamities God-Refining Art was recognized as difficult to cultivate, but in this guy's hands, it seemed as if there were no bottlenecks at all.

Ye Lin carried the Bronze Dragon Vein Cauldron and swept across the field.

Those Martial Peak disciples who wanted to curry favor with Ding Hanbin and attack him couldn't even hurt him once before being smashed and sent flying down.

Ye Lin's performance also quickly aroused the wariness of others on the arena.

Although they really wanted to throw Ye Lin out, Ye Lin's strength made them have to be vigilant.

Gradually, those angry disciples regained their reason, and a vacuum zone appeared around Ye Lin; no disciples dared to approach him again.

After all, there were ten spots to advance in total, so why bother butting heads with a tough nut?

Ye Lin was also happy to be idle, and soon the number of disciples on the circular arena became fewer and fewer.

In the end, there were only a dozen or so disciples left.

The expressions of these remaining dozen or so disciples were extremely grave, because what followed would undoubtedly be a fierce battle.

And Ye Lin, as the only cultivator at the Yin-Yang Realm, was soon targeted by a disciple at the early stage of the Cave Profound Realm.

That Cave Profound Realm cultivator was a Dharma cultivator; his opening move was to summon wind and rain, driving thunder and lightning.

"A mere Yin-Yang Realm, don't come here to join the fun, get lost and go down!"