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“Bastard Egg, Lin Zi, have you made your choice?” Niu Meng laughed and scolded.
“Niu Meng, you all better choose quickly, or some weaker ones will be picked off first,” Lin Chao said.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi nodded. When his gaze fell back on the stone tablet, he noticed that nearly a third of the wooden sticks had already been taken, indicating that someone had already chosen their target to complete the mission.
Niu Meng cursed angrily, saying, “I’ll take this Bastard Egg.”
“Sun Hou, Earth Spirit Realm Level One, killed two hundred thirty-six people in a series of raids on four villages a year ago.”
“Bastard Egg, damn it, this Bastard Egg really deserves to die.” A hint of killing intent surged in Niu Meng's eyes; he didn't expect that Sun Hou would not even spare an elderly person who was completely defenseless.
“Niu Meng, calm down,” Wang Yi said.
“Big Brother, don’t worry!” Niu Meng replied. “I’m going.”
Wang Yi nodded and looked at Lin Chao. “Has Lin Shixiong made his choice as well?”
“Indeed, my strength is not comparable to yours, so I only chose a criminal who committed crimes half a year ago,” Lin Chao shrugged.
“Well then, I wish you success in advance, Lin Shixiong.” Wang Yi was unconcerned; although Lin Chao was slightly weaker than Niu Meng, he still had enough strength to protect himself against a Level Two martial artist.
“I’ll take him!” Wang Yi said as he casually picked up a slip of paper. “Fan He, Earth Spirit Realm Level One, killed a certain family’s Young Master a year ago and has been on the run since.”
“Alright then, I’ll take my leave. Take care, Wang Shidi.” Lin Chao cupped his hands in farewell.
Wang Yi nodded and then headed to the Foreign Affairs Hall, where he could learn about the latest locations of these criminals. After all, if the disciples were left to search on their own, it might take them an indefinite amount of time to complete their missions.
"I have seen Elder Zhou." Wang Yi handed over the note in his hand.
"Fan He." Zhou Deyu glanced at the manual in his hand and said, "This person is currently in Yancheng."
Wang Yi thanked him and was about to rise when he heard Zhou Deyu say, "Be careful, Fan He is now a Third Layer Martial Artist; you need to be cautious."
"Thank you, Elder." Wang Yi was taken aback for a moment, then bowed deeply. However, he was shocked to find that the first target he had to kill was such a powerful opponent. Yet, he did not take it to heart; with his current strength, being able to exert over twenty thousand pounds of force, killing a Third Layer Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artist would not be difficult.
"Go!" Seeing that Wang Yi showed no signs of fear on his face but rather remained calm, Zhou Deyu couldn't help but admire him. To become strong, while strength is certainly important, without a strong heart, everything is in vain.
Afterward, Wang Yi left Kaiyang Sect and rode the Black Dragon Horse granted by the Sect towards Yancheng.
Although the journey to Yancheng was seventy miles, the Black Dragon Horse could travel a thousand miles a day. Before long, Wang Yi arrived at Yancheng.
Yancheng was merely a small city, less than five miles from east to west, with a single street running north to south.
Wang Yi spent half an hour learning that Fan He was currently drinking at a Flower Pavilion. He then went to a clothing store and bought a gray outfit, putting away his Kaiyang Sect attire in his Storage Bag. This way, he could reduce any suspicions from those who might be watching.
After a while, Wang Yi disguised himself and squatted down in an inconspicuous spot on the left side of the Flower Pavilion, waiting for Fan He.
In this disguise, he looked just like any other beggar. Passersby found it somewhat strange but did not inquire further; they simply thought he was a beggar asking for alms.
In the afternoon, as the sun began to set, a burly man with skin like black iron stumbled out of the Flower Pavilion. He reeked of alcohol and appeared as if he had just crawled out of a warm bed. This man was none other than Fan He.
"Who?"
A cool breeze brushed against him, refreshing him. Fan He yawned and suddenly felt an overwhelming killing intent hidden within the cool air. Having walked on the edge of danger for years, he quickly sensed the source of this killing intent. The drunkenness faded away halfway as his gaze fell upon a rough-clothed figure squatting in the corner on his left.
"Are you Fan He?" The rough-looking man raised his head, revealing a handsome face, but his gaze was extremely sharp, as if it could pierce through the air.
"Hahaha, I wondered who it was, turns out to be a young brat!" Seeing that this person was merely an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, Fan He's caution dissipated significantly. He laughed and said, "Kid, I won't change my name or surname; I am indeed Fan He. What are you doing here instead of being at home nursing? Are you here to learn from your grandfather's flirtations?" He then burst into laughter.
"A year ago, you killed a boy, didn't you?" Wang Yi asked.
"Yeah, so what? Kid, if there's nothing else, you should leave quickly. I don't have that much time to chat with you," Fan He said, momentarily taken aback and waving his hand dismissively. He appeared somewhat impatient.
"Good, you're exactly who I'm looking for," Wang Yi replied.
"Good? Kid, since you know my name, why don't you hurry up and leave? If you linger for a moment longer..." Fan He said with a wild expression, his burly body swaying in the cool breeze as he spoke vaguely.
Wang Yi stepped forward, his body shooting toward Fan He like an arrow released from a bow.
"Kid, you're seeking death." Fan He did not expect this boy to dare to attack him. Anger surged in his heart as he shouted, "Fine then! Today I'll teach you a lesson so you'll know your place." With a dismissive look at Wang Yi, it was understandable; after all, Wang Yi had just entered the Earth Spirit Realm, while Fan He was at the third level of the Earth Spirit Realm. Capturing a first-level warrior would be as easy as flipping his hand.
"Crack."
Wang Yi's fist struck fiercely against Fan He's chest. Over twenty thousand pounds of force surged into him like a tidal wave, shattering bones and causing his chest to cave in immediately.
"Puff." The excruciating pain jolted the drunken Fan He awake completely; however, it was too late. He felt the intense pain in his body and could no longer muster any strength. Suddenly, a cold voice echoed in his ears: "You deserve to die."
Fan He was taken aback: "No!"
"Boom."
A punch crashed down like a roaring boulder onto Fan He's neck. Blood gushed out as a palm strike sliced through the air. His head rolled off and fell to the ground, eyes wide open in disbelief; he never expected to die at the hands of an unknown kid like this. The headless corpse collapsed onto the ground, blood staining the earth. Everything happened slowly but unfolded in the blink of an eye.
Wang Yi waved his hand, wrapping Fan He's head in his clothing, and with a flash, he disappeared from the street, leaving the gasps of passersby ringing in his ears.
Fan He was originally a Triple Realm Martial Artist with formidable strength, but due to being drunk, he had not even unleashed half of his power. Moreover, he had underestimated Wang Yi until his last moment, which led to his downfall. Otherwise, with Wang Yi just having broken through to the Earth Spirit Realm, it would have been impossible for him to kill Fan He so easily. Fan He’s death was indeed unjust.
Kaiyang Sect.
"Good, very good." Zhou Deyu looked at the head that would not close its eyes and regarded Wang Yi with admiration.
"Elder, you flatter me. If Fan He had not been completely off guard and drunk, I doubt I could have killed him so easily," Wang Yi replied respectfully.
"According to the rules, those who pass the three trials can officially become Inner Sect Disciples. Now that you have completed the test, when the other disciples return to the mountain, you will follow me to the Inner Sect!" Zhou Deyu stroked his white beard and comforted him, "In the second trial, you achieved first place. According to the reward rules, you will receive one hundred seventy bottles of Vitality Pill, one Golden Radiance Pill, three hundred Medium-Grade Origin Stones, and a set of Third-Rank Martial Arts."
"Take these; I have prepared them for a long time," Zhou Deyu waved his sleeve, and the items appeared before them. "As for the Third-Rank Martial Arts, you can choose from the library with me."
Seeing the rewards before him, Wang Yi revealed a joyful expression. One hundred seventy bottles of Vitality Pill was no small amount. The Vitality Pill was the most basic elixir needed by Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artists; it could quickly replenish lost Vital Energy. On the market, it was worth three Low-Grade Spirit Stones per pill and often hard to find because so many Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artists needed such elixirs.
Noticing that Zhou Deyu had already headed toward the library, Wang Yi hurriedly stored these items in his Storage Bag and followed him.
Library.
Wang Yi was already familiar with this place. Upon reaching the second floor, Zhou Deyu smiled lightly and said, "You can choose any set of Martial Arts from these."
"Yes." Wang Yi was overjoyed. Although Zhao Shanyu's betrayal had angered him greatly, there was nothing he could do about it; this opportunity made up for his previous regrets.
After a stick of incense passed, Wang Yi finally found a suitable set of Martial Arts: Furious Fist—a genuine Third-Rank Martial Arts.
Time flew by quickly. Among the seventy-three participants, six died at the hands of enemies during their missions. This taught more disciples an important lesson: strength does not represent everything; only through tests of life and death and baptism by blood can one truly become a martial artist.
Seven days later, Wang Yi and sixty-seven others gathered in the Hall of Elders.
"Very well, this year, sixty-seven of you have advanced to become Inner Sect Disciples, which is twenty-one more than the last session. Although six of you died during the completion of your tasks, rest assured that the Sect will avenge them," Zhou Deyu said.
"Yes," everyone replied in unison.
Subsequently, Wang Yi and the others received the unique attire, swords, and certificates known as Wooden Plaques that represented their status as Inner Sect Disciples. Each Wooden Plaque was engraved with their respective names.
"The Wooden Plaque you now hold represents your identity as an Inner Sect Disciple of Kaiyang Sect. From now on, when you go out for training, it will save you a lot of trouble. Moreover, you can use this plaque to avoid one deadly encounter at a critical moment," Zhou Deyu said solemnly. "Therefore, this Wooden Plaque must not be lost; otherwise, it will be treated as a serious crime. Do you understand?"
"Understood," everyone could see the seriousness on Zhou Deyu's face and did not dare to be careless, responding in unison.
"Good, now follow me to the Ranking Jade Tablet. That is a place every new Inner Sect Disciple must visit," Zhou Deyu waved his hand.
Ranking Jade Tablet?
Everyone had heard of the Ranking Jade Tablet but had never seen it. They only knew that it was used for ranking Inner Sect Disciples and served as proof of their strength ranking.
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