?63: Chapter 62: Rewards 63: Chapter 62: Rewards In the following days, Lin Xuan studied the Sword Intent Seed while waiting for the third test.

    It wasn’t long before someone from the Inner Sect notified Lin Xuan to claim his reward for the second test.

    The person was the doorman of Elder Fang, who took Lin Xuan to Elder Fang’s courtyard and then went to inform the elder.

    In the tranquil courtyard, besides Lin Xuan, there were also two others, Shangguan Liuyun and Duan Fei, who were the second and third place winners, naturally receiving rewards as well. sea??h thё N?vel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Lin Xuan greeted them and then stood aside, waiting for Elder Fang.

    Moments later, Elder Fang, clad in a Daoist robe, came out with a cheerful smile.

    “The rewards for you three lads are my responsibility,” he said slowly.

    “According to the rules, the first-place winner receives a Pure Spirit Pill, a Dark-grade Intermediate Martial Art, and a Human-level Treasure.”

    “The second-place winner gets a Low-level Xuan Rank Martial Art and a Little Yellow Pill.”

    “The third-place winner receives a Dark-grade Martial Art.”

    Elder Fang spoke unhurriedly, “Lin Xuan, Shangguan Liuyun, come claim your pills.”

    Lin Xuan and Shangguan Liuyun stepped forward, each took a white porcelain bottle, and respectfully retreated.

    Lin Xuan opened the bottle to find a pill the size of a longan, with a faint green aura swirling around it.

    The mere scent of it was refreshing to the spirit.

    “This pill can actually enhance a minor realm!

    Truly abnormal,” Lin Xuan carefully stowed it away before awaiting the next proceedings.

    Elder Fang saw Lin Xuan remain calm under the temptation of a Third-grade Elixir and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

    He then pulled out another item and tossed it to Lin Xuan.

    “This is the Human-level Treasure awarded by the sect, a Storage Ring.”

    Lin Xuan caught the ring and put it on joyfully, finding it much more convenient to carry things.

    He immediately used his Divine Sense to link with the Storage Ring and placed the Pure Spirit Pill inside.

    “All right, next we go to the Martial Arts Pavilion!” Elder Fang gestured grandly, enveloping the three of them and soaring away like a breeze.

    The three felt a mist enveloping them and then lifted off the ground, flying quickly.

    They couldn’t see the surroundings but felt they were ascending.

    Soon, Lin Xuan and the others landed back on the ground, circulated their Spiritual Power, and promptly recovered their senses.

    “Stay close to me, don’t get lost,” Elder Fang instructed, then headed in a certain direction.

    The three hurriedly followed, curious about their surroundings.

    The path, winding and made of blue stone, led towards the distance.

    On both sides of the path, many flowers and trees were planted.

    In the distance, some majestic palaces loomed, obscured by mist.

    Along the way, they encountered some disciples whose presence was rushed and whose aura was exceptionally powerful, far beyond that of Lin Xuan and his companions.

    “Is this the Inner Sect?” Lin Xuan murmured.

    “Yes, the Inner Sect and the Outer Door are on two different mountains.

    Usually, there’s little interaction.

    Typically, Outer Disciples are unaware of the Inner Sect’s conditions, and Inner Sect Disciples don’t go back to the Outer Door,” Duan Fei explained.

    Shangguan Liuyun took a deep breath then exhaled slowly after a while, “The Spiritual Energy here is much denser than at the Outer Door.

    Cultivating here, one would probably progress twice as fast as before.”

    The three softly discussed their aspirations toward the Inner Sect.

    Lin Xuan, thinking of cultivating here soon, felt a surge of excitement.

    If nothing unexpected happened, he would soon become an Inner Sect Disciple, and his next goal would be a Core Disciple!

    Only then would he have the status to return to his family.

    As they walked further inward, the trees became sparser, replaced by various buildings and pavilions, and the number of people gradually increased.

    Many Inner Sect Disciples looked at the trio with interest.

    Elder Fang led them through buildings and storied houses until they finally stopped in front of a structure.

    Lifting his head, Lin Xuan saw a three-story octagonal pavilion ahead, each storey being about five to six zhang high.

    Above the main door of the first floor hung a black plaque with three golden characters, “Martial Arts Pavilion,” written in a powerful, penetrating style that caused fear to arise on sight.

    “Old Man Mo, an old friend has come to see you!” Elder Fang called out cheerfully.

    Whoosh!

    As Elder Fang’s words fell, Lin Xuan and the others blinked, and suddenly an old man with a hunched back appeared before them, dressed in gray.

    The trio was stunned; they hadn’t seen how this hunched old man had arrived—it seemed as if he had materialized out of thin air.

    And this old man appeared just like an ordinary person, nothing special about him.

    “Elder Fang Yaochi, you actually came out of your Alchemy Room?” the hunched old man chided with a chuckle, “And you’ve brought three lads with you?”

    “Old Mo, I’m here on official business.

    These three disciples are the top three from this arena competition, and according to the rules, they are to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion to select a Xuan-grade Cultivation Technique.

    Please arrange it,” Fang said.

    “Humph, I knew you’d come out for a reason.

    If you don’t have a drink with me in a couple of days, I’ll eat all your pills!” the old man huffed lightly.

    Without waiting for Elder Fang to respond, the old man addressed Lin Xuan and the others, “You three, go to the first floor.

    Depending on your ranking, each of you pick a Martial Art.

    You have thirty minutes.”

    Lin Xuan and the others respectfully agreed, then excitedly entered the Martial Arts Pavilion.

    Pushing open the vermilion door, Lin Xuan walked in.

    Inside were rows of bookshelves, but no one else was there; the entire first floor was empty except for the three of them.

    “It seems the Martial Arts Pavilion is open on specific days.

    Let’s quickly find the suitable Martial Techniques,” Duan Fei suggested.

    Without wasting time, the three set about their tasks.

    Lin Xuan approached a row of bookshelves, picked up a book, and read it, only finding the name and a brief summary.

    No cultivation content was listed.

    Thinking further, he realized that, given the Martial Arts Pavilion was a critical area of the sect, the sect naturally would not simply place the techniques here.

    Instead, Inner Sect Disciples would choose based on the summary, and the elders would teach them the actual cultivation content.

    Lin Xuan quickly evaluated his own situation and found that his Swordsmanship needed no replacement as the Thunder Move Sword Technique was still his strongest martial art; he didn’t need a new sword technique for the time being.

    But as for Step Technique and Body Refining Martial Arts, which he cultivated to Great Perfection at Yellow Rank Intermediate, they were becoming outdated with his progressing Cultivation.

    Deciding between Step Technique and Body Refining Martial Arts, Lin Xuan chose to look for a Step Technique, as Body Refining Martial Arts was not a priority for him, but his stepping technique was significantly lacking.

    Facing opponents like Duan Fei, who specialized in speed, he would be at a disadvantage without an improvement.

    With a goal set, Lin Xuan began his search swiftly.