"Alright, Lin Zhi, come with me!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man came in from outside. He had a face full of beard, as if he had never shaved. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you dawdling about for, kid? Hurry up and follow me. I will arrange your accommodation. You will start working tomorrow. Heh, don't blame me for not reminding you, being a sparring partner is not a job just anyone can do!"
Lin Muyu nodded and followed behind him.
On the way, she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what's your name?"
The uncle felt a sharp pain in his chest. He blew his beard and roared, "My name is Zhang Wei, a level 58 Battle-Saint, a Silver Star instructor of the Sanctum. I am 32 years old this year. If you call me uncle again, I will break your neck!"
Lin Muyu nodded and said, "Master Zhang Wei, is Silver Star Instructor very strong?"
"Hmph, you will know soon enough."
Zhang Wei pointed at his chest, where there was a Silver Star badge, and sneered, "The instructors in the Holy Temple are divided into four levels: Gold Star, Silver Star, Bronze Star, and Iron Star. Don't think that I haven't stepped into the Heaven Realm, but I can still easily teach you a lesson! Let's go, we are almost at your accommodation. "
"Yes."
… …
There weren't many accommodations in the Temple, but at least it was a single room. Lin Muyu's accommodation was a bit shabby. There was a large crack in the wall and the cold wind blew in. He touched the quilt and it was as hard as a brick. God knows how long it had been since it was washed. Zhang Wei brought it and left, only telling him where the canteen was and where he needed to work tomorrow.
Since he was already here, he might as well take things as they came. After putting down the Burning Prairie Sword, he went to the stable to find his horse. After feeding it some fodder, he returned to his room. The sun was shining brightly outside. He took apart the quilt and washed it. Just as he was drying the bedsheets, he heard a series of "ouch ouch ouch" coming from next door. It seemed that someone was moaning.
He had just arrived and shouldn't be nosy. But after enduring for a while, the sound kept coming. He finally couldn't take it anymore and knocked on the door, "Are you alright, brother?"
"I'm fine … who are you?" The person inside asked.
"My name is Lin Zhi, the new sparring partner."
"Oh, new here? He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Lin Zhi, come in."
When he pushed the door open, he found a person lying on the bed, moaning constantly. There was a large bruise on his arm and forehead, and his eye was swollen. Perhaps this person's original appearance could be considered delicate, but now he looked extremely miserable, as if he was about to be beaten into a meat bun!
"Brother, what happened to you?" Lin Muyu wanted to laugh, but she did her best to restrain herself. She thought that she was a good young man and shouldn't gloat.
The "injured" whimpered and said, "It's all that bastard Zhang Wei's fault. Just because he's an instructor, he doesn't have any sense of propriety. Which sparring partner here hasn't eaten Zhang Wei's fists before?"
Lin Muyu's heart sank. "Are sparring partners really only left to be beaten?"
"Of course. The rules of the Holy Temple state that sparring partners are not allowed to fight back. Otherwise, they are not sparring partners."
"So it's like that …"
Lin Muyu looked at his swollen head again and almost laughed out loud. She took out a bottle of medicine from her pocket and said, "I'll apply some medicine for you, don't cry out in pain."
"Okay, don't cry out in pain … Ah, it hurts! Bastard, go easy on me! "
"… …"
The effect of a first grade healing medicine was absolutely top notch. After a few minutes, the injured person's pain lessened by a lot. He opened his mouth to speak again. His name was Qin Ziling. Because of his surname, it was said that he was once of the Qin Empire's royal bloodline, but it had already declined. His father was waiting for him to comprehend the God Binding Lock, but in the end …
"In the end, what kind of spirit did you comprehend?" Lin Muyu asked.
Qin Ziling opened his hand and a plant appeared in his palm. Lin Muyu recognized it and blurted out, "Damn, a dog's tail flower?"
"Will you die if you don't say it?" Qin Ziling looked at him with hidden bitterness.
"It doesn't matter. No matter how trashy a martial spirit is, cultivating it to become strong is still very impressive." Lin Muyu opened her hand and the orange gourd martial spirit swayed in her palm. She smiled and said, "Look at my Azure Gourd, a tenth grade martial spirit. Didn't I still cultivate it to this level today?"
Qin Ziling could naturally feel the strong power of the gourd martial spirit and was speechless.
… …
At noon, Lin Muyu helped Qin Ziling up from bed and they went to the dining hall to eat. In the end, when they entered, Qin Ziling was like a frightened bird hiding and said, "Lin Zhi, the right side of the dining hall is where the instructors eat. We sparring masters need to stand on the left side of the wall to eat."
Lin Muyu was speechless. She thought to herself that there were so many rules in the Temple. Moreover, the hierarchy was too strict. However, this did have its benefits. It could make people work harder and improve.
More and more people came to eat. There were sparring masters and instructors. Every instructor held their head high and chest out. Especially those Gold Star and Silver Star Instructors. They wished they could stick their badges on other people's faces.
"Yo, Young Master Punching Bag seems to be less swollen today?" Not far away, a Silver Star Instructor teased Qin Ziling.
Qin Ziling was somewhat dull. He silently chewed his food. The sparring master's lunch was third-rate rations. A large flatbread and a bowl of meat soup. Although it was called meat soup, it was actually just a little bit of oil. The rest were cabbage stalks and the like. Lin Muyu lowered his head and ate. As long as he could eat his fill, it was fine. He was not picky about food.
On the contrary, the Silver Star Instructor continued to tease him. "Young Master Punching Bag, I heard that you are a descendant of the imperial family. Why haven't you comprehended the God Binding Lock martial spirit? Hahaha, hurry up and release your dog tail flower for everyone to have some fun!"
Everyone gathered in a circle and laughed. Qin Ziling's face turned red. He used his chopsticks to mash the soaked flatbread in his bowl.
At this time, Lin Muyu finally could not bear it anymore. He stood up and said to the Silver Star Instructor, "He is a worker of the Temple. He is no different from you. Don't humiliate him like this. It is the same as humiliating yourself."
The instructor immediately became angry. He raised his eyes and said, "Who do you think you are, a mere sparring master. Do you think you have the right to speak here?"
As he said this, he suddenly bent his body slightly. In the next moment, the image of a bear martial spirit appeared on his shoulder. This was a strength type cultivator. No wonder he was so savage. Who knew how many people had suffered under this move!
"Be careful, Lin Zhi!" Qin Ziling said in shock.
Lin Muyu was abnormally calm. He turned around and retreated a few steps. He opened his hand and called out his gourd martial spirit. Dragon Scale Wall + Black Tortoise Shell doubled in defense. He also gathered his true qi!
"Peng!"
A loud sound rang out. A wave of air rippled out in all directions.
Qin Ziling didn't dare to look and closed his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the Silver Star instructor had been sent flying and fell to the ground in a sorry state, while Lin Muyu was standing there as if nothing had happened, not moving at all.
"Ahahaha … Instructor Lei Ying, what happened to you?" The surrounding group of instructors began to laugh at the instructor called Lei Ying.
Lei Ying's face was red. But he knew that this brat was very strong. He coldly snorted and turned around to leave.
… …
On the way back, Qin Ziling was so happy that he looked like he was about to dance with joy.
"Lin Zhi, this is really satisfying. You don't know how angry Lei Ying's donkey face was. Hahaha, many sparring masters were injured by his bear martial spirit. Today, you have helped all the sparring masters vent their anger!"
Lin Muyu smiled and said, "Ziling, you also need to quickly become strong. Otherwise, you will still be reduced to a beaten up role."
Qin Ziling's expression darkened. "Do you think I don't want to become strong? Father has always forced me to cultivate since I was young. But there is a difference in talent. I know how much I can do. I am almost thirty years old, but I have not even entered the Earth Realm. I have even comprehended a trash martial spirit. I think this is all I can do for the rest of my life … "
Lin Muyu did not know how to comfort him. She patted his shoulder and said, "It's fine. I am born with talent …"
Qin Ziling did not understand what she meant, but he felt that it was very reasonable.
In the evening, Lin Muyu left the Temple and went to the Spirit Medicine Department to find Chu Yao. Sure enough, Chu Yao was highly regarded in the Spirit Medicine Department because of her cultivation in the God of Medicine Canon. On the first day, she was listed as a second grade alchemist. In comparison, she was doing even better than her in the Temple!
"Yu!"
After seeing Lin Muyu, Chu Yao was very happy. She brought him around the Spirit Medicine Department. In fact, there was not much fun. Apart from refining medicine, it was refining medicine. As for everything related to medicinal herbs, Lin Muyu was already used to it and did not mind.
When the sky darkened, they returned to the Temple.
They cultivated in the room. The space was too small to practice the Demonic Noise Blade, so they could only silently refine the strength of their true qi. In fact, cultivation was nothing more than refining the purity of their true qi. In the process, they would obtain even more power.
… …
At this time, in the Dragon Seeking Forest.
Under the moonlight, a row of rock walls stood erect in the forest like sharp blades. There was a small depression at the bottom of the rock wall, and a trace of fire came from there.
Dew dripped down from the pine trees on the rocks and landed on the girl's white shoulders. She gently pulled open her clothes and poured the medicine she had just refined on the wound on her back. However, waves of burning pain made her clench her teeth and endure the pain. She could not hold it in any longer, and a trace of tears flowed down from the corner of her eyes along her long eyelashes.
Her stomach rumbled. She looked at the dark forest and sniffed. She said to herself in an aggrieved manner, "Did I make a mistake with this Golden Sore Medicine? Why does it hurt so much … If it was Mu's medicine, it would not hurt, right?"
As she spoke, she raised her head to look at the stars in the sky and murmured, "Mu, you definitely did not die, right?"
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