It was a week gone by in no time.
Lin Xuan was subjected to Body Peak every morning.
He ascended the mountain during the day, carrying a huge stone pack, with his dantian sealed up.
He secretly worked on the Heavenly Tyrant Sword Body Art at night while reading the sword manual Zhang Sang had left him with.
Although his cultivation realm had barely advanced, his physical strength had increased tremendously.
One morning Elder Mo gave him a little pouch.
Go to the Myriad Treasure Pavilion and purchase any of the treasure.
Lin Xuan opened it and smiled bitterly.
There are only 500 contribution points (CCP).
Master, this is not going to be valuable,” said he.
Elder Mo gulped a sip of the wine and indolently replied, “If you are poor, make yourself strong.
Then he lay under a tree and immediately fell asleep.
Myriad Treasure Pavilion was located in the center of Qingyun City.
The glorious five-story building was packed with cultivators from various groups.
Every floor was filled with spirit weapons, rare herbs, beast cores, cultivation methods, and so much more.
Lin Xuan’s eyes were in a state of amazement.
“So, this is the world that is outside the sect?”
He then went to the medicinal store and spoke to an old shopkeeper.
“Senior, do you have any Thunder Fruits?”
The old man shook his head and laughed.
“Thunder Fruits are fourth-rank spiritual treasures; they appear only where a lightning bolt strikes an ancient spirit tree. Even elders fight for them.”
Seeing Lin Xuan’s disappointed expression, he added,
In three months, we’ll have our big auction, I heard, and I guess one Thunder Fruit will be there.
Whatever he had to do, he had to get it.
But at that moment a familiar voice came into his ears.
“So, the Body Peak disciple is rich enough to be shopping here?”
Lin Xuan swiveled around.
Slowly, a handsome young man dressed in luxurious blue robes approached.
It was **Hu Tian**.
Hu Tian seemed calm and was far from Hu Zixuan’s arrogant Hu Zixuan.
The man’s keen eyes scanned Lin Xuan, and his pupils narrowed slightly.
Your figure has improved in just two months!
Lin Xuan responded with a quiet “Yes.”
I’ve just worked harder.
Hu Tian gave a slight smile.
Hopefully your confidence is matched by your strength.
Ignoring him, Lin Xuan entered the weapon hall.
Walking past many and many spirit swords, he felt a tremor in his sea of consciousness.
His eyes came upon a rusty black sword lying forgotten in a corner.
The sword was of no use to him, but it seemed to be calling to him.
I’ll accept this sword.
The shopkeeper didn’t react in time, and Hu Tian spoke up.
I’ll pay ten times the value!
The hall went very quiet.
Hu Tian smiled.
“But I don’t need it; I’m not buying it.”
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Lin Xuan didn’t fight, but he did smile a little.
Young Master Hu loves picking up bits of metal; if he likes to collect it, it’s yours.
He spun around and walked off.
Soon he came to a halt in front of a heap of dusty rocks.
One common gray stone had the intent in him to react violently with the sword.
“How much?”
The guard looked around.
“Twenty contribution points.”
Lin Xuan immediately bought it.
Seeing this, Hu Tian laughed.
“So kiddie, you’re buying rocks?”
Lin Xuan didn’t bother him and put the stone away.
From afar, Zhang Sang’s smile was slightly relieved.
As he should, “as expected…
he found it.
Hu Tian called out to Lin Xuan as he was about to leave the pavilion.
There are three months until the start of the South Continent Four-Sect Competition.
I hope to see Body Peak, not to disgrace the sect.
Without looking back, Lin Xuan replied,
Then we’ll see you in the arena.
As his figure slowly faded away, Hu Tian’s smile slowly dissolved.
He had never imagined that the quiet disciple from Body Peak might be a worthy adversary, however, for the first time.