Chapter 245

Lingxiao Hall Square.

Looking at the empty square, Lin Chen was a bit puzzled.

There were quite a few disciples there when he arrived; why was it so deserted now?

He went down the steps.

Lin Chen was preparing to find the Wu Yuan instructor, but the next moment his brows furrowed, and his body actually began to spasm.

The side effect of 【Medicine Jar Sick Body】 was coming.

The double pain was about to be returned.

The only bad thing about the side effect of 【Medicine Jar Sick Body】 is that it is uncontrollable when it flares up.

As long as he finished his cultivation, 【Medicine Jar Sick Body】 seemed to be able to sense it and then began to flare up slowly.

According to his past experience, the pain would erupt completely in at most half an hour, and this was just the beginning.

Lin Chen changed direction, preparing to return to his courtyard to endure this wave first.

He hurried toward the courtyard where he lived. He didn't encounter many disciples along the way. Although he was a bit puzzled about where the Lingxiao Wu Yuan disciples had gone, Lin Chen couldn't afford to think about that right now.

"Brother Lin?"

Just as Lin Chen arrived in front of the courtyard assigned to him by Lingxiao Wu Yuan, the gate of the courtyard next door opened. Elder Murong Yan's pretty face showed surprise as she looked at the returning Lin Chen.

"Brother Elder Murong... I have something to do; I will talk to you in a while."

Seeing Elder Murong Yan dressed as a man, Lin Chen left these words and hurried into his courtyard; he had no time to talk to Elder Murong Yan now.

"Wait!"

Elder Murong Yan saw Lin Chen go straight into the courtyard and close the door before she had finished speaking, a look of confusion on her face.

If it were in the past, since Lin Chen had said that, she naturally wouldn't say anything more, but Daliang was currently facing a major event, and she felt it was necessary to let Lin Chen know immediately.

"Brother Lin, I..."

Walking toward the gate of Lin Chen's courtyard, Elder Murong Yan's voice suddenly stopped abruptly because she heard a low voice coming from the courtyard.

It was a low roar, suppressed.

Elder Murong Yan's pretty face changed, and she hurriedly pushed open the courtyard gate.

The courtyard was empty, the door of the main room was closed, and the sound was coming from inside.

"Brother Lin, what's wrong with you?"

With confusion, Elder Murong Yan walked toward the main room and called out a few times in front of the door, but there was no response, only the low roar continuing intermittently.

"Brother Lin, I'm coming in?"

A few breaths later, Elder Murong Yan pushed open the door. The moment she pushed open the door and saw Lin Chen curled up on the bed, her fingertips gripped the door frame tightly, unable to believe the scene before her eyes.

The body curled up on the bed was spasming violently, every muscle tensed into blade-like angles.

The hair on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat, sticking wetly to his pale face.

He was pale as a sheet, like a thin piece of paper.

Elder Murong Yan finally knew where that low roar was coming from.

The suppressed low roar from Lin Chen's throat was mixed with the chattering of his teeth, and sweat beads the size of beans kept rolling down.

"Brother Lin, what happened to you?"

After the shock, Elder Murong Yan looked worried. She didn't know what Lin Chen had encountered; there were clearly no wounds on his body, yet he looked as if he had suffered a heavy injury that was hard to bear.

Unfortunately, Lin Chen had no response.

Watching the veins on Lin Chen's neck slowly bulge and his blood-red eyes protrude, Elder Murong Yan's expression changed. She didn't know what Lin Chen had encountered, but she knew that if this continued, Lin Chen would likely be in trouble.

"Could it be a problem with the spiritual platform?"

As a princess of the Yan Kingdom, Elder Murong Yan knew many secrets that others didn't, and also knew some special situations in the Martial Way that many martial artists didn't know.

Before entering the Ranked Tier, a martial artist cultivates the physical body, and to enter the Ranked Tier, one must open the spiritual platform and condense the Martial Way Will.

The spiritual platform is where a martial artist's soul resides.

There are some special secret techniques that can directly attack another person's spiritual platform.

Lin Chen's situation didn't look like his spiritual platform had been attacked, but the situation was very similar to an injured spiritual platform.

The pain of the spiritual platform is heavier than that of the body.

Many martial artists with strong willpower, even if they have broken limbs and are bleeding, will only grunt, but an injury to the spiritual platform makes them unable to help but roar in pain.

"Lin Chen stayed in the Lingxiao Hall for two months and sixteen days, breaking the record for the time a disciple can stay upon their first entry. Could it be that because he absorbed too much Lingxiao power, his spiritual platform couldn't bear it?"

Elder Murong Yan also knew quite a bit about the situation of the Lingxiao Hall at Lingxiao Wu Yuan, and a guess emerged in her heart.

In Martial Way cultivation, too much is as bad as too little.

Many martial artists have an upper limit when taking elixirs; once the limit is exceeded, not only does the efficacy weaken, but taking too much will leave medicinal toxins in the body and may also lead to meridian damage.

Besides elixirs, there is another type of special resource.

The Lingxiao power of Lingxiao Wu Yuan, and even the energy contained in the Canglan waves of Canglan Wu Yuan, as well as those of their Yan Kingdom royal family...

Once this type of special five-element energy nurtured by heaven and earth is absorbed excessively, it will damage the soul, eventually leading to the breakage of the spiritual platform.

Although Lingxiao Wu Yuan has set up formations to ensure that every disciple does not absorb excessive Lingxiao power, Elder Murong Yan could find no other reason to explain Lin Chen's current situation.

In addition, Lin Chen had stayed in the Lingxiao Hall for too long, far exceeding the limit an organ-refining martial artist could reach.

Elder Murong Yan blinked her beautiful eyes, bit her silver teeth, and looked at Lin Chen, who was enduring the pain. After a long while, a look of determination appeared in her eyes.

"If he can get through this, then Lin Chen also meets the conditions."

For Elder Murong Yan, she wanted to find a true genius for herself. Lin Chen's performance so far was certainly acceptable, but he hadn't reached the level she wanted.

If she ignored Lin Chen now, his spiritual platform would likely crack, and even if he entered the Ranked Tier in the future, he would lose his current potential.

Give up on Lin Chen...

Or choose Lin Chen here and now.

Elder Murong Yan didn't hesitate for long. The next moment, she lifted her trouser leg, stepped onto the bed with her lotus-like feet, and looked at Lin Chen, who was curled up in the corner of the bed. Her fingertips slowly reached out, but she paused slightly when she was an inch away from Lin Chen's brow.

Thinking of the scene that would appear next, she couldn't help but blush.

"It's your lucky day."

Elder Murong Yan whispered, sat cross-legged in front of Lin Chen, and her fingertips finally landed on Lin Chen's brow.

Clouds and mist drifted, and seductive sounds surrounded them.

Above the clouds, two lotus platforms floated quietly.

Elder Murong Yan stood on the lotus platform on the left, wearing a black dress, with a cinnabar mole on her brow as bright as weeping blood, white lips and red teeth, skin as white as snow, like a dance spirit of the dark night.

At this moment, Elder Murong Yan's bare feet stepped out, walking toward the lotus platform opposite, the golden bells on her ankles ringing softly with her lotus steps.

Immortal music and wonderful melodies, nothing more than this.

The light and cheerful steps, the fullness looming under the black dress, were enough to make any man's heart burn with heat.

"My lord, are you not coming out yet?"

Before the lotus platform, which was closed like a flower bud, Elder Murong Yan's exquisite pretty face pressed against it, her breath like orchids, every syllable carrying a trace of lazy lingering sound.

The petals of the lotus dharma platform slowly bloomed, revealing the true face of the young man inside.

"My lord." As Elder Murong Yan's sandalwood mouth opened slightly, the black dress and thin gauze on her body moved without wind, floating on the young man like a breeze...

Her slender jade fingers hooked the young man's chin, Elder Murong Yan's flawless pretty face pressed against the young man, her eyes blinked lightly, and then she turned gracefully, her soft, boneless body already in the young man's arms.

"My lord..."

Lin Chen had a dream!

In the first half of the dream, he was walking in the desert, thirsty and hungry. Just as he couldn't bear the heat and dryness and fell in the desert, waiting for death to come, his face suddenly felt wet.

It was raining from the sky.

Lin Chen greedily absorbed the sweet rain, his lips cracked from the heat, crazily sucking the rainwater, and in the end, he even took off all his clothes, bathing his whole body in the rain.

Sweet dew after a long drought!

The comfort of it was beyond words.

An hour later.

Elder Murong Yan withdrew her fingers, her face like peach blossoms. Looking at Lin Chen, whose face had returned to calm, her complexion instantly turned crimson. Feeling her whole body burning, she hurriedly got off the bed and tidied up her clothes.

Just as Elder Murong Yan finished tidying her clothes, Lin Chen on the bed also opened his eyes. The two looked at each other, and Elder Murong Yan's face, which had just calmed down, turned red again.

"Cough, cough!"

Lin Chen coughed twice. He couldn't remember the things in the dream clearly, but now that the pain had faded and his sanity had recovered, everything he had experienced earlier floated into his mind.

He didn't know how to describe this experience; was it a fusion of souls?

"Brother Lin..."

Elder Murong Yan didn't wait for Lin Chen to speak and said first: "I came to tell you one thing; a great battle is currently taking place at the martial arts arena of Lingxiao Wu Yuan."

This person... judging by his expression, he was still reminiscing.

What was there to reminisce about in this matter?

Elder Murong Yan felt a bit embarrassed; this was a secret technique of their Elder Murong family, which only women could possess.

The reason why the royal families of various countries would marry women from their Elder Murong family, besides the excellent appearance of the women, was because of this set of secret techniques.

This secret technique is of great benefit to martial artists breaking through tiers.

"A great battle?"

Lin Chen's attention was also diverted by Elder Murong Yan's words. No wonder he didn't meet a single martial academy disciple on his way back.

"Could it be the year-end competition of the Wu Yuan?"

"The year-end competition ended long ago."

Elder Murong Yan was speechless: "Brother Lin, do you not know how long you stayed at Lingxiao Wu Yuan?"

"A month or so, I guess."

"Two months and sixteen days."

Lin Chen's pupils shrank. Two months and sixteen days—didn't that mean he had missed the end of the year?

He had actually stayed in the Lingxiao Hall for so long.

"If it's not the year-end competition, then what great battle is it?"

"Half a month ago, the younger generation of the Nansha San Dao entered Daliang, declaring they would challenge the younger generation of Daliang."

Nansha San Dao?

Lin Chen's brows furrowed slightly; he was no longer completely ignorant of the territory of Daliang.

The Nansha San Dao are the place where the remnants of the previous dynasty live. Because the demon race is watching from the north, and the Zheng Kingdom and Xiang Kingdom are calculating at the borders, Daliang has not been in a hurry to take back the Nansha San Dao.

"Is this the first time the Nansha San Dao have done this?"

"Naturally not. Every ten years, the Nansha San Dao send disciples to challenge Daliang. The Nansha San Dao have always wanted to establish a country, but because of the existence of Daliang, they dare not truly establish a country name. But if the geniuses of the Nansha San Dao defeat the geniuses of Daliang, they will have an excuse in terms of public opinion."

Hearing Elder Murong Yan's words, Lin Chen nodded to show he understood.

Daliang wants to take back the Nansha San Dao, but if the younger generation is not a match for the Nansha San Dao, the Nansha San Dao will naturally mock them to the extreme.

"Has Daliang ever lost before?"

"No." Elder Murong Yan shook her head: "They haven't lost a single match."

"Mm."

Lin Chen wasn't surprised; after all, in terms of geniuses, the Nansha San Dao naturally couldn't be compared with Daliang.

"But the situation is different this time. The three people who came from the Nansha San Dao this time are the Three-Born Children. The Three-Born Children are telepathically connected and are especially good at joint attack methods. This time, the challenge proposed by the Nansha San Dao is for both sides to send three people to compete together."

"Even if Daliang sends one person, it's fine. In any case, the Three-Born Children of the Nansha San Dao are fighting together. There are three matches in total. As for these three matches, whether the Daliang Wu Yuan arranges one person, two people, or three people for each match is up to them."

Three-Born Children?

Triplets?

Lin Chen frowned: "So Daliang agreed, and placed this battle at Lingxiao Wu Yuan?"

"Mm, Daliang never refuses the challenge of the Nansha San Dao, and this time, one person from each of the Qingyun Wu Yuan, Kyoto Wu Yuan, and Lingxiao Wu Yuan was sent to respond to the challenge."

"Canglan Wu Yuan didn't send anyone?"

In Lin Chen's view, whether it was Lin Lin Shidi Xiao or Lin Lin Shidi Fang, their strength was not below these three.

Elder Murong Yan seemed to know what Lin Chen was thinking and explained: "The three people who came from the Nansha San Dao are at the Organ Refining perfection stage."

Lin Chen suddenly realized. Before his generation, Canglan Wu Yuan was slightly inferior to the other three martial academies, especially in terms of student sources, so the strongest of the previous generation were all in those three martial academies.

"Since that's the case, I'll go to the martial arts arena to take a look."

"Is your body okay now?"

Elder Murong Yan looked at Lin Chen, and Lin Chen smiled: "I'm already fine."

The side effect of his 【Medicine Jar Sick Body】, the double return of pain, was not really acting on his body, but a kind of pain from the soul.

Otherwise, with the pain of meridian rupture he endured when refining Flood Dragon True Blood, if it were really doubled, his body's meridians would have long since completely ruptured, and he would have become a cripple.

"By the way, why aren't you going to watch?"

Lin Chen was a bit curious. It stood to reason that for such a battle, Elder Murong Yan should be at the martial arts arena; why would she stay in the courtyard?

Even if she was specifically waiting for his return, she would have had to calculate that he would come out of the Lingxiao Hall today.

"I don't want to see a certain person."

Elder Murong Yan didn't tell Lin Chen one thing: many martial artists from the Nine Kingdoms came to watch the battle this time, and among them was someone she hated to see.

If it were in the past, Elder Murong Yan wouldn't tell Lin Chen these things, but perhaps because of some reason, Elder Murong Yan blurted it out directly. After she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong, and her pretty face turned slightly red again.

Looking at Elder Murong Yan's crimson face, Lin Chen also guessed something and coughed lightly: "Then are you going to continue staying in the courtyard now?"

"What do you think?"

Elder Murong Yan glared: "Don't worry, Sister Jiang didn't come, and I'm still dressed as a man; I won't cause you any trouble."

"Cough, cough, I didn't mean that."

Lin Chen was a bit embarrassed. After thinking about it, he decided not to explain: "Since that's the case, let's go see the excitement together."

(End of chapter)