From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Chapter 62 Yin Yang Cross Smash

Alchemy Peak.

In a dimly lit room with just some candles, men in masks knelt before Tan Fei, who sat on a chair in front of them.

Tan Fei sipped tea from his teacup.

He savored the tea and looked down at the men waiting for his instructions.

He put down his teacup and asked, "Has contact been made with the Storm Fist Thunder sect?"

"Yes, Lord Tan. Our messenger is already on his way," the masked man nearest to him replied.

Tan Fei nodded.

He would wait for their reply and execute his plans accordingly.

"Be prepared to execute the plan. The time should be near," Tan Fei said.

"Yes, Lord Tan. We are ready to lay down our lives for the Tan family," all the men replied in unison.

"Good. Remember, your families will be taken care of if anything happens to you."

Tan Fei stood up, turned, and left.

The masked men followed suit, returning to their respective places in the sect.

With the Storm Fist Thunder sect coming, this was Tan Fei's best chance to get rid of Qing Yang Zi.

Under the moonlight, Lu, who had just left the meeting, kept his mask on and walked his usual route back to the Formation Peak.

"Up so late, Lu?"

"I got too engrossed in my cultivation and forgot about the time."

Lu passed by fellow disciples and acted normally.

Until he stumbled upon something that nearly tripped him to the ground.

"Damn!" he cursed and looked at what he had nearly tripped on.

It was an old man lying on the ground with a wine gourd in his hand.

"Drunkard!" Lu cursed at the old man and tried to step on his face.

The old man turned, making him miss, and started snoring.

This made Lu even angrier.

He grabbed the old man's clothes and tried to get him up.

He couldn't.

The old man, who looked thin and was about Lu's height, felt like he weighed a ton.

"Wake up, you old fool!" Lu raised his hand to slap the old man.

But his hand froze in midair.

An aura came from the old man.

Lu's shoulders felt heavy, his heart pounding faster and faster.

Sweat started forming.

He wanted to move but couldn't.

The drunkard old man now felt as if he were a sword.

Lu could feel his skin being cut from the aura.

He wanted to cry out but couldn't.

The drunkard old man was at least Soul Transformation level, or maybe even higher.

Tears started to roll down his cheeks.

He wanted to beg for forgiveness, but nothing came out of his mouth.

"Hey there, young man. You know the way to the Sword Peak?"

The old man stood up with unsteady steps.

"No? Hmph, young people nowadays, so rude. Not replying to an elder," the old man was not happy and lifted Lu with one hand as he went on his way.

...

Million Sword Hall.

Qing Yang Zi sat in his chair as the old man stood with Lu in front of him.

"I got you your man. Where's the wine you promised?" the old man yawned and pushed Lu to the front.

"Qing Ying, be serious. Qing Feng sect needs you now," Qing Yang Zi wasn't too pleased with his junior martial brother's behavior.

Zhao Qing Ying twitched his nose, scratched his back, and said, "All right, just let me know when you need help. I'll be around..."

He quickly turned and staggered out of the Million Sword Hall.

Qing Yang Zi's nagging brought back memories of his master, and he wasn't about to relive them.

"You... Just leave the man here. I have my own ways," Qing Yang Zi pointed at Zhao Qing Ying but couldn't say much.

With Qing Ying's cultivation talents, he would've been sect master if not for his happy-go-lucky character.

Qing Yang Zi shook his head and got to work.

He waved his hand, and men dressed in black robes emerged from the shadows.

They got Lu up and started their job.

Lu's screams filled the hall while his memories were extracted.

Qing Yang Zi looked at the Go chessboard on the table by his side.

All the black stones had surrounded the white stones.

There were only a few moves left for the white stones.

If the white stones couldn't play the remaining moves well, it would be checkmate for them.

...

Wooden Hut.

Lin Fan was outside practicing his Yin Yang Hammer style.

It was time for him to learn the next stroke.

"Yin Yang Cross Smash," Lin Fan mumbled as he read the manuscript.

When he finished reading the instructions, he tried out the stroke.

First, he directed his Qi to both hammers.

One of the hammers grew glowing hot and the other freezing cold.

He walked to a tree trunk, raised his hands, and smashed the hammers down with an inward swing at the tree trunk.

The heat and cold from both hammers reacted and Boom!

It caused an loud explosion.

The tree trunk was blown to smithereens and the tree started to fall.

Lin Fan felt his Qi level drop rapidly.

He figured he could use this stroke three times before his Qi ran out.

Satisfied with his progress, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and called it a day.

After catching his breath, he summoned the information panel for his status in his mind.

[Current Beast Ability: 2]

[Wild Rabbit Ability Level: 1]

[Wolf Ability Level: 1]

[Current Physique Level: 4 (800 Vengeance Points to upgrade)]

[Current Vengeance Points: 230]

Looking at his stats, Lin Fan still needed 570 vengeance points to reach the next level.

He would have to make more trips deeper into the woods to hunt for demonic beasts and gain more vengeance points.

As for his promotion to outer disciple, he would just have to keep winning in the monthly ranking.

No one could stand a chance against him among all the menial disciples.

Unless something extraordinary happened.