The sky was already dark.
The wind outside was howling, and from time to time, there would be a black shadow imprinted on the white paper window.
Originally, Wang Yanglin thought that this was a very normal situation. However, after hearing those words, he felt a trace of nervousness in his heart.
Wang Yanglin furrowed his brows and relaxed slightly. He could not help but laugh at himself.
How could there be ghosts in this world? Furthermore, his senior and junior brothers lived nearby. Even if a ghost were to appear, he would crush it.
Without thinking too much, Wang Yanglin sat down on his bed and entered into a state of cultivation once more.
It was quiet outside, without a single bit of noise.
But just then, Wang Yanglin felt as though there was something outside his house. He opened his eyes immediately.
But the moment he opened his eyes, Wang Yanglin's body trembled in fear. Outside the paper window, there seemed to be a figure standing there silently, not moving at all …
"Who …" Wang Yanglin's voice was low and cautious.
But even so, the figure did not make a sound, nor did it move. It was just that silent.
Wang Yanglin's breathing was a little hurried, and his heart was thumping furiously. Finally, he gritted his teeth and appeared at the door, flinging it open.
He wanted to see just who in the world dared to act like a ghost here.
But there was no one outside. And looking from the outside, the black shadow on the paper window had disappeared.
Wang Yanglin swallowed his saliva, then poked his head into the room to look at the paper window. To his horror, he discovered that the shadow on the paper window was still there.
In fact, the black shadow was still moving, as though it was tilting its neck and sticking out its long tongue.
"WHO …!" Wang Yanglin hollered out in rage.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong?" This roar alerted the others.
"Nothing." Wang Yanglin calmed down his uneasy heart, "Junior Brother, is there anything strange on your side?"
"Nope." The disciple shook his head in confusion. He then walked in front of Wang Yanglin and asked, "Senior Brother, are you too nervous?"
"No …" Wang Yanglin heaved a sigh of relief. Could it be that he was really too nervous? But right at this moment, Wang Yanglin's eyes widened. Behind his junior brother, there was a ghostly figure dressed in white, with long hair covering its face!
Wang Yanglin took a few steps back in horror. He blinked his eyes, and the figure in white that he had just seen disappeared in an instant.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong …?"
Wang Yanglin's breathing was a little hurried. "No, I saw wrongly. I was too nervous …"
"Oh, Senior Brother, rest early. Don't be too nervous."
"Yes."
...
After returning to his room, Wang Yanglin picked up the teapot and prepared to pour himself a cup of water to calm his heart. However, it was at this moment that Wang Yanglin suddenly discovered that the teapot was filled with scarlet blood.
Wang Yanglin's body trembled, and the teapot fell to the ground with a bang, shattering into pieces.
What frightened Wang Yanglin even more was that there were some scarlet words on the bed.
"What an unjust death …!"
At this moment, Wang Yanglin stumbled back furiously, looking at everything before him in fear.
In Wang Yanglin's heart, those scarlet words caused huge waves to surge to the heavens.
Looking at Wang Yanglin's frightened face, Lin Fan, who was in Stealth mode, let out a smile.
Now that he was scared enough, it was time to find someone else to test it out.
Wang Yanglin did not sleep for the entire night due to the shock, and was on high alert the entire time.
This was a sleepless night. For some of the Jiuxiao Sect disciples, this was a night of extreme trepidation.
Next day …
The genius sparring had officially begun.
The venue for the sparring this time around was the Zhongtian Peak, where the largest sparring arena of the sect was located.
At the same time, the formations around the sparring arena were personally set up by Senior Elder Lu Mingyang of the Zhongtian Peak, allowing the disciples to display their skills without affecting the safety of the spectating disciples.
Now that the Zhongtian Peak was filled with people, Glory Sect disciples were arriving one after another. They were all looking forward to the sparring that was held once every three years. Not only did they wish for their own sect to emerge victorious, they also wanted to witness the glory of their Senior Brothers.
Lin Fan was discussing something with Senior Elder Wuya. Initially, Lin Fan did not want to join in the fun of the sparring, but he was forced to go up the sparring arena by Senior Elder Wuya.
"Lin Fan, I've already told you yesterday that you're a genius disciple of Glory Sect. Hence, I'll have to trouble you this time around." Senior Elder Wuya said.
Lin Fan looked at Senior Elder Wuya, "Elder, you can't possibly have no hopes for our disciples, right?"
Indeed, Lin Fan did have such a thought. To him, Senior Elder Wuya must have no one else in his heart. Hence, he could only pin all his hopes on Lin Fan. After all, no matter where he went, Lin Fan was always the brightest.
Elder Wuya looked at Lin Fan from the corner of his eyes, as though saying, 'You know too much.'
"The Jiuxiao Sect disciples are here!" Just then, a commotion broke out in the crowd as they opened up a path.
Leading the way was Elder Liang Yichu, with the other geniuses of Jiuxiao Sect following behind him.
But to the surprise of the Glory Sect disciples, some of the Jiuxiao Sect disciples seemed a little off.
As though they had not rested for days, their faces were haggard and dispirited.
"Eh? Look at those Jiuxiao Sect disciples! What's up with them? They look really tired!"
"I don't know! Look at that disciple over there! He looks like he's going to faint anytime soon!"
...
Wang Yanglin was in the middle of the group, looking extremely listless. The events of the previous night had him in a state of extreme anxiety.
He didn't even dare to close his eyes for fear that something terrible would happen the moment he closed his eyes.
Looking at Wang Yanglin, Lin Fan was exasperated as well. His cultivation base was so high, and yet he was still so timid.
Afraid of ghosts? If word of this got out, he would definitely die of laughter.
Without saying anything more, Lin Fan came to where the inner sect geniuses were gathered.
Zong Hentian sat there motionlessly, resting with his eyes closed.
"How was it?" Lin Fan patted his shoulders and asked.
"Alright, Junior Master." Zong Hentian was feeling a little nervous as well. Especially when he saw Xinfeng's imposing aura, his eyelids twitched a little.
"Good luck, Junior Master Lin!" Ye Shaotian walked over from afar.
"Yes." Lin Fan nodded his head.
"Junior Master, we've been cheering you on the entire trip. The geniuses from Jiuxiao Sect this time around seem to be way stronger than the previous batch. Junior Master, you've got to be more careful." Even though Ye Shaotian and the others were outer sect disciples, their innate talents and powers of comprehension were not far off from those senior brothers of the inner sect. It was just that their cultivation bases were not at the level of inner sect disciples yet.
But to them, it was just a matter of time.
Perhaps they might even have a chance to take part in the next batch.
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