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Chapter 89

Words:1988Update:22/06/17 21:05:34

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Although Lin Yun had become famous recently, he wasn't as famous as Kang Nam-gun. So it was normal that some people didn't know about him.

While the surrounding disciples were ridiculing Lin Yun, the deacon locked his brows together.

In the Yuzhou Martial House, except for the four core disciples, the other disciples were not allowed to bring their family members or maids into the Martial House.

Whether it was the outer disciples or the inner disciples, it was the same. Since the establishment of the Yuzhou Martial House a hundred years ago, no one had broken this precedent.

But a few days ago, the higher-ups of the Martial House suddenly gave an order for a young man to break this precedent and enjoy the privileges that only core disciples could enjoy.

And this young man was Lin Yun from the Green Cloud City!

"Are you really the Lin Yun from the Green Cloud City? How can you prove it? "The administrator asked doubtfully.

Hearing the administrator's words, the disciples stopped laughing and the smiles on their faces disappeared.

The whole place suddenly fell into silence.

All the disciples looked at the administrator in confusion. They seemed to have realized that the name Lin Yun was really something. Otherwise, the administrator wouldn't have asked such a question.

Lin Yun didn't say anything. He just looked at the administrator with an expressionless face. A second ago, he was still calm, but the next second, an ancient and primitive aura burst out from him!

A completely black sword appeared behind him. The surface of the sword was covered with a large number of profound symbols, releasing a dazzling golden light. It was like a divine sword born from the beginning of the world!

Just for a second.

The shadow of the divine sword disappeared, as if it had never been there.

And the ancient and primitive aura also disappeared the moment the divine sword disappeared.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone stood there in a daze. They couldn't react for a long time.

Their minds were temporarily blank. There was only one thought in their minds …

Golden light!

Heaven Ranked Martial Spirit!

This young man had summoned a Heaven Ranked Martial Spirit!

This must be a dream, right?!

In fact, even the deacon was dumbfounded by what he saw.

It was as if something unbelievable had just happened.

"Now, can I bring my sister into the Martial House?" Lin Yun looked at the administrator calmly and said.

His indifferent tone made it seem as if he had just done something insignificant.

Hearing Lin Yun's words, the deacon nodded blankly. "Yes … yes, yes."

The disciples at the scene almost dropped their jaws to the ground.

What was going on?

Did the administrator just allow this young man to bring his family into the Martial House?

What happened to the privileges that only core disciples could enjoy?

What happened to the precedent of the Yuzhou Martial House being established a hundred years ago?

The disciples who had ridiculed Lin Yun just now all had awkward expressions on their faces.

Just a moment ago, they were still disdainfully saying that Lin Yun was dreaming if he wanted to bring his family into the Martial House.

But now, Lin Yun had only reported his name and inexplicably enjoyed the privilege of bringing his family into the Martial House. This was simply like a slap to their faces!

"This is the lock of your room." The deacon handed a key to Lin Yun. His tone and attitude became much better, and it was obvious that he was trying to curry favor with Lin Yun.

The possessor of a Heaven Class Martial Spirit was bound to become a pillar of the country in the future.

If he could befriend this kind of person, there would naturally be unlimited benefits in the future.

Even if he could not befriend this kind of person, at least he could not offend him.

With this thought in mind, the deacon's attitude towards Lin Yun was naturally much better.

After handing the key to Lin Yun, the deacon arranged for an old disciple to be in charge of bringing Lin Yun and Lin Ying to the dormitory.

Lin Yun pulled Lin Ying and under the astonished gaze of the crowd, they turned around and left with the old disciple.

After they disappeared, the crowd at the scene recovered from the shock and couldn't help but gasp.

"Was … was that a Heaven … Heaven Class Martial Spirit?"

"You also saw the golden light of the Martial Spirit? I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me! "

"This kid actually has a Heaven Class Martial Spirit? Who is he? "

In an instant, all the disciples were asking about Lin Yun's identity.

… …

Under the guidance of the old disciple, Lin Yun and Lin Ying entered a magnificent pyramid-shaped building.

The ceiling of the room in the building was also in the shape of a pyramid, giving off a mysterious and ancient feeling.

"This building is built with quartz crystals, this kind of stone material can absorb the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. And the pyramid-shaped structure can also effectively lock in the Yuan Qi. "

"Martial artists can achieve twice the results with half the effort when cultivating in here, even just sleeping in here can continuously improve their cultivation."

The old disciple enthusiastically introduced, obviously wanting to curry favor with Lin Yun.

When he first heard that Lin Yun wanted to bring his family into the Martial House, he also secretly laughed at Lin Yun, just that he didn't say anything.

But now, when he faced Lin Yun, he had a flattering smile on his face.

"I know, you can leave first." Lin Yun didn't even look at him, he only said indifferently.

This basic knowledge, Lin Yun naturally knew better than anyone else. Therefore, in Lin Yun's eyes, his kind introduction was not very pleasing.

Seeing Lin Yun's unapproachable attitude, the old disciple didn't dare to say anything more, he could only tactfully leave.

Not long after the old disciple left, the deacon who was in charge of receiving new disciples personally came to visit.

"Junior Brother Lin, this is the preferential treatment that the Martial House promised you." The deacon handed a rectangular brocade box to Lin Yun.

Lin Yun took the brocade box, opened it, and saw that there were ten blue herbs inside.

These were the ten Infant Soul Grass that Qiu Yu personally promised to give to Lin Yun at the Martial Selection!

Infant Soul Grass was a hundred year high grade spiritual medicine, it was extremely expensive, and it was priceless. Its rarity was no less than the hundred year Lingzhi Grass that Mu Qingyun gave to Lin Yun.

When he was in Qingyun City, Lin Yun searched all the markets, but he couldn't find a single Infant Soul Grass.

Even in the main city of Yuzhou, Infant Soul Grass was very rare.

The value of these ten Infant Soul Grass was almost equal to all the properties of a big family in Qingyun City!

After the deacon left, Lin Yun set up an array in the bedroom. Then, he used the array to refine the Infant Soul Grass, turning it into a blue liquid, and poured it into the refining bottle.

After refining, Lin Yun lifted the refining bottle and drank the blue liquid in one gulp.

If this scene was seen by others, they would probably go crazy from shock.

This bottle of blue liquid was the essence of ten hundred year Infant Soul Grass.

What kind of value was this?

Lin Yun drank ten hundred year Infant Soul Grass in one gulp!

That was equivalent to drinking all the properties of a big family in Qingyun City!

How could this be described as squandering the family?

Even if it was a kingdom, it couldn't afford to lose like this!

However.

After drinking the essence of ten Infant Soul Grass, Lin Yun didn't feel the slightest bit of heartache, it was as if he just drank a cup of ordinary water.

He casually threw away the refining bottle, put his hands together, and sat cross-legged.

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