From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Next day.

After the night's rest, everyone was well-rested and gathered for a feast hosted by the Emperor.

The sect masters and peak lords sat close to the Emperor.

Further away were the disciples.

Now that the excitement of arriving and having the chance to meet the Emperor was over, each of them turned their attention to each other instead.

All the disciples tried to size up one another.

Lin Fan was enjoying the delicacies when he felt eyes on him.

He was new, and the disciples from the other sects couldn't figure him out.

"Do you have any idea who that is?"

"I've never seen him before."

"Might just be a filler. I heard they got no disciples for their Physiques Peak."

"That must be it then. Someone sent just to make up the numbers."

Somehow, word got out that Lin Fan might just be a nobody padding the numbers.

That is, until the twins, Lai Qing and Lai Ming, from Storm Fist Thunder Sect, spoke out.

"He defeated us before; he is not a nobody to fill the numbers." They tried to set things right for Lin Fan.

They were appreciative of Lin Fan.

If not for Lin Fan, one of them would have perished during the match they had.

"Wait, so you, as core disciples, challenged an inner disciple and lost?"

"Maybe it's because you twins are weak then?"

"If I were you, I would keep quiet about it. What a shame."

The disciples from the other sects laughed at them.

"All of you are wrong. He wasn't an inner disciple when he beat us," Lai Qing refuted.

"What do you mean he wasn't an inner disciple?"

Lai Qing sighed and said, "He was a menial disciple then. That's how strong he was."

They were stunned speechless.

What did he mean by a menial disciple?

Was he trying to spread misinformation?

No. It can't be.

It was too hard for them to believe.

The twins must be up to something.

Lai Qing wanted to continue, but the Storm Fist Thunder Sect's master, Low Qiang, stared at him.

They were here to weaken Qing Feng Sect with the other sects.

Noticing that Low Qiang had his eyes on him, Lai Qing lowered his head and ate quietly.

The person of interest, however, was focused on his food and didn't bother.

Someone else took an interest in him though.

Zhao Jia Rui, with her big round eyes, glanced over at Lin Fan.

Even though it was a quick glance, the other disciples saw it.

They cursed silently at Lin Fan.

Yesterday, they had tried to get Zhao Jia Rui to look at them.

But she just ignored all of them.

To think that this nobody could catch her eyes without doing anything.

Lin Fan, noticing Zhao Jia Rui's glance, also met her glance back.

He was looking at the necklace she had.

Admiring its intricate design and craftsmanship.

Zhao Jia Rui blushed as she thought he was mesmerized by her looks.

When he saw her blush, he figured she might have misunderstood him.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the Emperor's voice.

"Welcome, my subjects.

"I'm glad you can come for my late spring hunt.

"This year we shall have a tournament amongst the different sects.

"So that you can know each other better and contribute more to protect the Quan Dynasty's land and citizens.

"Let us begin after the meal.

"Eunuch Li here shall brief you on the details."

After the Emperor was done with his speech, the sect masters and disciples bowed.

"Long live the Emperor!"

Emperor Quan Shi was impressed; he then stood up and excused himself.

The eunuch quickly spelled out the event for the day.

It was to be a one-on-one match, fighting till one gave up or one perished.

Cultivation Level to be capped at Core Formation Level.

Match-ups would be through drawing straws.

As expected, Qing Feng Sect disciples got the short end of the stick.

Getting to fight tough competitors compared to the others.

The winner would be the sect with the most participants winning.

Each sect would have four participants.

…

The sparring area was a clearing out on the grassland of the hunting ground.

There was a sparse stage and spectator seats arranged.

On the stage sat the Emperor and the concubine.

Sitting next to them were the officials and the sect masters.

A formation array had also been set up to contain the damage from within.

The first match was Storm Fist Thunder Sect's Lai Qing, Foundation Establishment Level, against the Axe Wind Sect.

It was over in a matter of minutes.

The other disciples started to ponder on what they'd said earlier.

Lin Fan might just be as good as they said.

Next up was Zhao Jia Rui, Foundation Establishment Level, against the Lake Storm Sect.

Everyone got their eyes glued to her graceful and deadly sword strikes.

And without any surprise, Zhao Jia Rui won.

The disciples cheered and tried to grab her attention.

She was cold as usual, quickly running back to her seat and waiting for the next match.

It was Lin Fan's turn.

As Lin Fan got into the sparring area, it was all silent.

No one knew what to expect from him.

His opponent was Di Tuo, Foundation Establishment Level, from the West Monastery.@@novelbin@@

Di Tuo was fat, with a beer belly like a laughing Buddha.

And with a huge smile, he bowed at Lin Fan.

"Match begin, on my count, one, two, three."

Out of nowhere, two hammers appeared in Lin Fan's hands.

He lunged at Di Tuo trying to figure out how strong he was.

A familiar sound erupted in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Detected soul with malevolent intent incoming!]

[Terminate person with malevolent intent for 200 vengeance points.]

When Lin Fan saw the information in his mind, he knew Di Tuo was out to kill.

Then there shall be no mercy for him, Lin Fan thought. Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire

Plat.

Lin Fan smashed one of his hammers into Di Tuo's abdomen, but it felt like it went into a pool of water.

His flesh absorbed the impact.

At the next moment, Di Tuo punched at Lin Fan's head, and Lin Fan used his other hammer to block it.

Dang.

The force reverberated to his wrist, and he nearly dropped the hammer.

Di Tuo, with a smirk, lunged at Lin Fan with his shoulder.

The lunge hit Lin Fan, and he had to take a few steps back to walk it off.

"That's all he got?"

"And I thought he was going to surprise us."

"Looks like Qing Feng Sect really used him to fill the numbers."

Lin Fan shook his head and sighed.

It was always the same for them.

With that thought, Lin Fan kept his hammers back into his toad statue.