Chapter 70 - Murong Qianling

The Cultivation Tower was indeed a holy land within the Inner Sect, its myriad of mystical functions deeply intrigued the Inner Sect Disciples.

Lin Xuan, new to the Inner Sect, was unaware of how precious five hours could be to these disciples; surely, if the others knew, they would be green with envy.

Early the next morning, Lin Xuan was awakened.

A young girl with a longsword strapped to her back stood outside the door, her smile brimming with curiosity as she sized up Lin Xuan, “Are you the top-ranked newcomer, Lin Xuan?”

“You don’t seem all that special,” the girl carrying the longsword scrutinized him more closely.

“Indeed, it’s me.

May I ask what brings Senior Sister here?” Lin Xuan was puzzled.

“Of course, to see our instructor,” the girl said casually.

“Instructor?” Lin Xuan became even more perplexed.

“You don’t know?” The girl was astonished.

“All new Inner Sect Disciples are assigned an instructor.

They oversee everything we do in the sect, including our cultivation and assessments.”

“I see, so that’s how it works.

The treatment of Inner Sect Disciples is truly impressive, having personal guidance; no wonder so many are desperate to get in!” Lin Xuan began to understand the significant differences between the Inner Sect and the Outer Door.

“However, the instructors assigned vary depending on your ranking in the selection competition.

You’re lucky; you’ve been assigned Instructor Murong!” The girl’s face shone with pride.

“Come on, follow me to report in!” The girl with the longsword gestured.

Following her out of the courtyard, Lin Xuan stepped onto a secluded path.

“My name is Ye Qing; just call me Senior Sister Ye,” the girl led the way.

“Senior Sister Ye, what kind of person is Instructor Murong, and how many disciples does she have in total?” Lin Xuan inquired, aiming to gather some information.

“Instructor Murong is quite formidable, one of the Core Disciples from the previous cohort.

She’s kind and doesn’t give us a hard time,” Ye Qing explained.

“As for the disciples under her, there are only three, including you.”

“One of the Core Disciples!

Just three of us!” Lin Xuan was somewhat astonished; he hadn’t expected his instructor to be one of the top Ten Core Disciples from the previous cohort, and that she only had three disciples in total.

In the Xuantian Sect, once someone exceeds the age of twenty-five, they are no longer considered a Disciple and stay on in the sect under other titles such as steward.

Given Instructor Murong’s status as one of the previous Ten Core Disciples, it spoke volumes about her strength.

The two of them swiftly proceeded, arriving at a small palace.

Ye Qing led Lin Xuan inside.

“Instructor, I’ve brought Lin Xuan,” Ye Qing announced cheerfully.

A graceful figure emerged, standing atop a stone platform and looking towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan squinted his eyes, appraising the figure.

She wore light armor in a shade of green that accentuated her exquisite form; a very young woman, Lin Xuan estimated she was around twenty-six or twenty-seven.

Her short hair took away some of the softness but added a touch of valiancy.

“Greetings, Instructor Murong,” Lin Xuan said respectfully.

“Mhm,” Instructor Murong nodded.

“Lin Xuan, ranking first in the selection competition is quite an achievement.

But remember, within this Inner Sect, talent abounds.

Without effort, you’ll soon be surpassed.”

“I hope you will strive hard and reach even higher realms in Martial Arts.”

“Thank you for the reminder, I’ll keep it in mind,” Lin Xuan responded earnestly.

“Now, let’s see what level you’ve reached!” Murong Qianling drew her longsword from her waist.

“Give it your all and attack me!”

“Yes,” Lin Xuan’s gaze sharpened, his fingers flicking the Storage Ring.

A dark red long sword appeared in his hand, and with a swift motion, he charged forward.

Thunder Move Sword Technique!

Lin Xuan had started with his best sword technique, the air rippling with sword qi and golden electric arcs dancing.

With that strike, he aimed straight for Murong Qianling’s throat.

But contrary to expectation, Murong Qianling didn’t retreat but advanced, countering Lin Xuan’s attack with dazzling sword light that dazzled the onlooker.

The long sword in Murong Qianling’s hand merely grazed Lin Xuan’s broadsword before slipping eerily toward Lin Xuan’s throat.

Lin Xuan suddenly felt a powerful force instantly breaking through his thunder defense, causing his sword to deviate.

At the same time, he felt a chill on his neck—the cold blade had already reached his throat.

“How fast!” Lin Xuan’s pupils shrank.

He hadn’t been able to clearly see the trajectory of that strike at all.

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“If this were a battlefield, you would already be dead,” said Murong Qianling in a cold voice.

Lin Xuan knew she was right, but if it were a true life-and-death battle, with his techniques, he would definitely be able to take Murong Qianling down with him.

“So this is the level of a Core Disciple, indeed very strong!” Lin Xuan was not discouraged at all—he believed that given time, he too would soon reach this level.

“Your swordsmanship is fast, but not accurate enough,” Murong Qianling said.

Speed could suppress an opponent, but if the opponent could find your weakness and counterattack, then you’d be in danger.

Lin Xuan pondered this.

He had indeed never encountered an opponent who could suppress him with a counter, but today’s events reminded him not to be careless.

“Of course, if your speed can be so fast that I have no chance to make a move, then you could also win.”

“Thank you for the instruction, Instructor Murong,” Lin Xuan said gratefully.

“Ye Qing, take him to get acquainted with the sect’s affairs,” Murong Qianling put away her longsword.

After saying goodbye to Murong Qianling, the two headed toward the front of the mountain.

“How was it, Instructor Murong is impressive, right?” Ye Qing blinked.

“You don’t have to be downhearted.

I was also defeated in a single move when I started, and not even Senior Luo escaped that fate.”

“I guess Instructor Murong just wanted to remind you that there’s always someone better out there, to prevent you from being arrogantly overconfident and causing trouble everywhere.”

Lin Xuan gave a wry smile; it seemed his fellow disciples had all been dealt the same blow by Instructor Murong.

“By the way, who is Senior Luo?”

“He’s also a disciple of Instructor Murong, joined the sect earlier than us, and is now ranked among the top thirty!” Ye Qing said with admiration.

Lin Xuan began to understand what his life would be like in the future, and he changed the subject to ask about the Cultivation Tower.

When Ye Qing heard that Lin Xuan had five hours of cultivation time, her mouth fell open in surprise.

“Brother Lin, you’re really lucky to have five hours of cultivation time right from the start!” Ye Qing said enviously.

“Is five hours a long time?” Lin Xuan asked, puzzled.

“You just joined and don’t know how precious the Cultivation Tower is; to be precise, it’s not a product of our Xuantian Sect but an Ancient Relic.”

“Ancient Relic?” Lin Xuan was astonished.

“Yes, although it’s damaged, its miraculous aspects are far beyond our understanding.”

“Look, that’s the Cultivation Tower right there,” Ye Qing pointed to a majestic tower in front.

A towering edifice of dark black, thirteen stories high, even from afar, one could feel an ancient and vast aura.

It was only when Lin Xuan got closer that he sensed a faint but dangerous atmosphere around the tower.

Lin Xuan covertly activated his right eye and saw countless invisible light beams, which provided excellent coverage around the pagoda.

“It must be a Defensive Array,” Lin Xuan observed before following Ye Qing inside.