From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Chapter 81 Getting Ready

"I heard you guys are going for the mission?" Zhao Qing Ying replied.

"Yes, and?"

"Hehe, I'll be going too. And to prevent you from causing any troubles for me, here..."

Zhao Qing Ying reached into his sleeve and took out a jade pendant.

It looked like the one that Zhao Rui had given Lin Fan earlier.

"Inject Qi into the jade pendant and you can communicate with me.

"Use it when you get stuck.

"Wouldn't want you delaying the progress of the mission," Zhao Qing Ying explained how to use the jade pendant.

"Don't worry, I will definitely not delay the mission."

Lin Fan took the jade pendant and shook his head.

This senior martial uncle was worried about him but didn't want to say it out loud.

After he kept the jade pendant, Lin Fan thought to himself, "Best not to use it. You'll never know what the Dark Lotus sect has planned."

"And you, after we are done with the meal, spar with me," Zhao Qing Ying pointed his chopsticks at Ho Ming.

"Yes, senior martial uncle."

Ho Ming immediately sat upright.

He grinned widely at the prospect of having the chance to be taught by Zhao Qing Ying.

"See, that's the right attitude. You should be ashamed of yourself," Zhao Qing Ying turned to Lin Fan and said.

Lin Fan smirked.

"If you continue talking, there won't be any meat left," he said as he used his chopsticks to pick up the last piece of meat on the table.

"Damn you! I'm still hungry!"

Zhao Qing Ying could do nothing as he witnessed Lin Fan putting the cooked meat into his mouth.

...

After the hotpot dinner was over, Ho Ming and Zhao Qing Ying stood facing each other.

Lin Fan stood by the side and watched.

He was glad that Ho Ming could have this chance to improve himself.

"Come, give me all you've got," Zhao Qing Ying said.

Ho Ming as usual used his twirling wind strike, then his slithering style.

When he couldn't hit Zhao Qing Ying, he threw his sword at him.

That failed and Ho Ming tried to headbutt Zhao Qing Ying.

Trying very hard to use the element of surprise to hit him.

Zhao Qing Ying shot a glance at Lin Fan when that happened.

He figured Lin Fan must have been the one teaching Ho Ming to fight dirty.

Lin Fan shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, denying it.

"All right. Stop! I know what you need to improve on now."

Zhao Qing Ying stopped Ho Ming and went on to guide him on his technique.

He held onto Ho Ming's hand, thrusting it forward.

Carefully guiding Ho Ming's wrist to twist and turn with the right force.

They repeated the action several times until Ho Ming got the hang of it.

"Now try and use the twirling wind strike at the tree over there."

Ho Ming nodded.

He closed his eyes, recalled what he had learned earlier, going through the action mentally.

A few moments later, he opened his eyes.

Ho Ming thrust his sword at the tree, and at the right moment he twisted his wrist with the appropriate force.

That allowed his Qi to flow more smoothly.

The twirling wind that he was able to make was now two times larger.

It sucked up the leaves and dirt on the ground.

Leaving a trail as it flew by.

When it hit the tree trunk, the twirling wind drilled into the trunk and broke it into pieces.

Thud!

A loud thud could be heard as the tree fell onto the ground.

"Wow. Thanks, senior martial uncle!" Ho Ming looked at his sword as he couldn't believe the difference it made.

Zhao Qing Ying side-eyed Lin Fan and said, "It's nothing. I've always taught those who want to learn."

This man obviously can't take rejections, Lin Fan shook his head as he thought.

However, he was glad that Ho Ming improved his skill.

This improved their chances for the mission.

With dinner done and mentoring completed, they called it a night.

Resting early to prepare for the mission.

As there were two days to go until the mission started, Lin Fan made use of this lull time to familiarize himself with his upgraded hammers.

It wasn't too difficult, and Lin Fan was proficient with them very quickly.

...

Two days later.

After packing what he needed, Lin Fan left the wooden hut and went to the meeting point.

The meeting point, which was the central square, was packed with disciples.

Lin Fan saw many unfamiliar faces and some familiar ones.

Zhao Rui and the Bai brothers were on the mission too.

They waved at him but couldn't come over as they were busy with the junior disciples.

Having also dealt with the Dark Lotus sect, they were aware of how cunning and devious the Dark Lotus sect was.

The junior disciples that had just joined were oblivious to the fact and treated it like any other missions they had taken.

"Lin Fan, there you are."

Ho Ming found Lin Fan and stood next to him.

The disciples from Sword Peak weren't too pleased.

As it was a good chance for them to build rapport with Ho Ming.

But now, even Tan Rui wasn't an option anymore.

When Tan Rui appeared, he looked even worse than before.

There was something about him.

His skin was pale, dark rings around his eyes.

He exuded a sense of death.

Lin Fan glanced at him, and Tan Rui shot a stare back.

Tan Rui used his finger and swiped it across his throat.

Gesturing to Lin Fan that he would kill him.

Lin Fan smirked and said silently, "Don't worry, the feeling's mutual."

Finally, Zhao Qing Ying appeared and shouted, "The time is not early, there's a day of travel before we get to Tian Xian mountain."

"Check that you have everything you need, and we will move out immediately."

The disciples quickly went through a quick check of their belongings.

Lin Fan checked what he had brought.

His pair of hammers, five bottles of Blood and Qi restoration pills, one bottle of Hundred Poison Recovery pills and one bottle of Primordial Essence pills.

When the other disciples saw how many bottles of Blood and Qi restoration pills he had on him, they frowned.

Either the Dark Lotus sect was that deadly, or Lin Fan was just being overly cautious.

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They couldn't figure out which was the right answer.

For all the missions they went on, they'd barely sustained a scratch.

Not sure why Lin Fan with strength and power was so cautious.

"You need these? I can spare one if you want, fifty contribution points."

Lin Fan said when he saw the disciples looking at him strangely.