As soon as Qin Yun returned to the Heavenly Mystic Sect, the Grand Elder and the others rushed over.
“You’re finally back, little ancestor!”
The Second Elder was nearly in tears. Ever since Qin Yun left, the entire Heavenly Mystic Sect had been in chaos, dispatching people all over Luo City to search for him.
Before Qin Yun showed up, the elders had been worried sick, afraid something might have happened to him.
“Quick, let us take a look—are you hurt anywhere?”
“Little ancestor, how could you just leave without saying a word?”
“If you were going out, you should’ve told us. We could’ve assigned someone to protect you!”
All the elders surrounded Qin Yun, checking him from head to toe. Only after confirming he was unharmed did they finally relax.
Seeing how anxious they were, Qin Yun felt both moved and guilty.
The sect had gone through a lot recently. Several elders had been severely injured, which meant even more work for the others.
That’s why Qin Yun hadn’t bothered them and had gone to the Lin Family alone.
But he hadn’t expected to worry them so much.
Qin Yun was sincerely grateful to the elders.
Since childhood, they had treated him well. Even though he was deemed talentless and mocked as trash, the elders always comforted him, telling him not to mind others’ words.
They had always treated him as the sect’s Young Master.
Every time the sect received rare spiritual medicine, they would always set aside the best for him first. Only then would they keep the rest for themselves and the other disciples.
Once they had confirmed Qin Yun was fine, the elders gradually left—except for the Second Elder, whose duty it was to guard Qin Yun this month.
“Second Elder, there’s no need to follow me. I won’t sneak out again,” Qin Yun said.
“Young Master, your status is too important. You mustn’t suffer even the slightest accident,” the Second Elder replied.
“I’ve heard that line so many times, my ears are growing calluses.”
Qin Yun rubbed his ears. Since childhood, that phrase had been repeated constantly by the elders.
The Second Elder chuckled and kept following him.
Qin Yun didn’t bother saying more.
Once inside the sect, he noticed some core disciples practicing battle techniques and suddenly realized—he hadn’t trained in any yet.
According to sect rules, only disciples who had reached the Heavenly Meridian Realm were allowed to practice battle techniques.
Below the Heavenly Meridian Realm, the meridians were too fragile to withstand the force of such techniques and could be easily damaged.
Qin Yun had previously only been at the Qi Refining Realm, so it wasn’t possible for him to train in them.
Now that he had reached the Qi Condensation Realm—and even possessed the Swallowing Heaven Divine Veins—he should be able to handle them without issue.
These core disciples usually trained outside and rarely returned. Yet now, all of them were present.
“They were recalled a month ago. You didn’t see them because they were undergoing secret training. They’ve just come out.”
“They’re preparing to take part in the Ten Sects Tournament happening the day after tomorrow.”
After hearing the explanation, Qin Yun nodded in realization. “It’s already time for the Ten Sects Tournament again… Time really flies.”
The Ten Sects Tournament.
A contest held every five years among the ten sects within the 3,000 kilometers surrounding Luo City. The results determined how the regional cultivation resources would be distributed.
For example—mines, and mountain ranges rich in spiritual herbs, were all divided based on ranking.
The higher the ranking, the more resources a sect received.
Over the past few years, the Heavenly Mystic Sect had only managed to place around seventh in the tournament.
Because they didn’t receive much in return, the sect had developed slowly. In fact, there were signs of decline.
Seeing how hard the core disciples were working, Qin Yun silently resolved to participate as well—to contribute to the Heavenly Mystic Sect.
In the past, he didn’t have the strength. But now, he was confident.
Back at the Lin Family, after fighting Lin Qingzhi and the others, Qin Yun had realized how powerful his body had become. He could use brute force to overcome stronger opponents.
Returning to his Cloudsky Residence, Qin Yun closed the door.
He took out the spiritual medicine he had collected from the Lin Family and continued devouring it.
The Swallowing Heaven Divine Veins were indeed powerful.
Each spiritual herb was fully absorbed, just like swallowing supreme-grade pills. His cultivation level soared.
A short while later, he stopped.
He had reached the 9th stage Qi Condensation Realm.
The next stage was the Heavenly Meridian Realm. To break through, ordinary spiritual medicine was no longer enough—he would need something better.
Qin Yun took out the ninth-grade spiritual herb and refined it on the spot.
The medicinal power entered his body.
A sound like ocean tides echoed from within. His true qi began flowing along his meridians in a full circuit before finally settling.
True qi surged like a raging flood.
This circulation through the entire body marked the beginning of the Heavenly Meridian Realm.
After the breakthrough, with nearly half the medicinal power still remaining, Qin Yun’s cultivation level continued to rise—going from 1st to 2nd stage…
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“This ninth-grade herb is incredible… It’s like consuming dozens of supreme-grade ninth-grade pills all at once,” Qin Yun muttered in awe. The strength of the true qi surging through his body made him feel that he finally possessed real power—not inferior to his peers anymore.
…
At the Myriad Beasts Sect.
Lin Huaiyue was surrounded by core disciples like a moon encircled by stars.
Just moments ago, she had tested positive for a new and powerful potential—Earth Spirit Bloodline.
As long as she kept cultivating, she had a chance to fully awaken it.
The Sect Master immediately announced that Lin Huaiyue would be promoted to a reserve Holy Daughter.
That meant, if her growth continued, she would eventually become the true Holy Daughter—and a candidate to become the Sect Master of the Myriad Beasts Sect.
Lin Huaiyue held her chin high with pride.
Leaving the Heavenly Mystic Sect and joining the Myriad Beasts Sect was the best decision of her life.
If she’d stayed in the Heavenly Mystic Sect, not only would she be stuck with that trash Qin Yun for life, she might have been dragged down by the sect’s decline.
“Young Miss, the Patriarch asked me to deliver this letter to you,” a Lin Family servant arrived at the Myriad Beasts Sect and handed a letter to Lin Huaiyue.
After reading Lin Qingzhi’s letter, Lin Huaiyue’s expression darkened.
“What’s wrong, disciple?” the Beastmaster asked gently. After all, Lin Huaiyue was now his most prized pupil.
“Master, I was deceived by Qin Yun. That liar hid his true strength. He’s not in the Qi Refining Realm—he’s at the 5th stage of the Qi Condensation Realm!”
“And that’s not all. He even went to the Lin Family, killed my cousin and distant relative, and severely injured my father!”
“Master, you must get justice for me!” Lin Huaiyue said furiously.
“Qin Yun is the Young Master of the Heavenly Mystic Sect. He won’t be easy to touch,” the Beastmaster frowned. The entire sect protected him—even the Heavenly Mystic Sect’s ancestor had intervened for him.
And that ancestor was not someone easily dealt with. Even the Beastmaster himself might not win if they fought.
At that moment, a horse-faced man spoke, “Master, Junior Sister, we may not be able to touch Qin Yun for now, but we can target the Heavenly Mystic Sect’s core disciples.”
“The day after tomorrow is the Ten Sects Tournament. All their core disciples will be participating. If we target them during the tournament, we can wipe them out.”
Lin Huaiyue’s eyes lit up at the suggestion.
That’s right. If she couldn’t deal with Qin Yun directly, she could attack the core disciples.
If all the core disciples were killed, the Heavenly Mystic Sect would have no successors. The sect would quickly fall into decline.
Once the sect collapsed, Qin Yun—no matter his hidden strength—would be left with no one to support him.
Even if Qin Yun had reached the 5th stage of the Qi Condensation Realm, so what?
In Lin Huaiyue’s eyes, he was still just a slightly stronger piece of trash.
A stronger piece of trash… was still trash!