Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist-Chapter 224 - 64: Jiang Qing: I’ll Beat You Up for Junior Brother Lin First

Chapter 224: Chapter 64: Jiang Qing: I’ll Beat You Up for Junior Brother Lin First

"Ahem, Xue Yun, we can discuss Lin Chen’s matter later."

Chen Ping saw his disciple was about to speak further and immediately interrupted.

The three Senior Brother Zhang were clearly here to gather intelligence; they couldn’t be allowed to know too much.

After their initial shock, Min Huanbo and the others realized this too, and their gazes toward Xue Yun carried a hint of displeasure—couldn’t he see this much?

Even knowing other instructors from the special training grounds were present, he still wanted to share information about Lin Chen.

Without needing to think, everyone knew Zhang Jiang and his companions likely had deduced seventy to eighty percent of Lin Chen’s situation, with the only uncertainty being Lin Chen’s current realm.

But as soon as they return to review the information about the students sent by the Military Affairs Hall, Lin Chen’s realm couldn’t be concealed.

"Haha, since you gentlemen have matters to attend to, we will take our leave first."

Having been able to gather information on a student, Zhang Jiang was quite satisfied; he had already received answers from Chen Ping and the others’ expressions.

This Lin Chen likely represented the biggest reliance of Chen Ping and the others this time.

"I’ll see you off, gentlemen."

Xue Yun watched his teacher send off the three instructors, somewhat dumbfounded. He still had more to say, so why was he stopped?

"Xue Yun, we decided to engage in a competition with the other side this time; you shouldn’t have revealed Lin Chen’s strength."

Seeing Senior Brother Chen send Zhang Jiang and the others off, their figures disappearing in the distance, Min Huanbo glanced at the dumbfounded Xue Yun and sighed.

"Already a Viscera-Refining Martial Artist, yet lacking this bit of discernment."

"Seems necessary to stay another year at the special training ground."

Faced with the displeased looks from the instructors, especially the last remark, Xue Yun shivered. Another year...

If he stayed another year, he would be eighteen, while those junior disciples were already gaining fame outside, and he was still dealing with latrine pits every day.

Every time new students arrived, he and Du Yong were the ones mixing the foul mucus in the latrine pits, enduring the stench.

Although there was no shortage of cultivation resources at the special training ground, it was still somewhat lonely.

Xue Yun was already mentally prepared; after finishing this year, he would request to leave from Instructor Chen.

"Instructors, actually, I intentionally spoke those words for those three gentlemen to hear."

"What do you mean?"

"Junior Brother Lin sustained in the Iron House for more than just one hundred breaths."

"Not one hundred breaths, could it be two hundred breaths?"

Min Huanbo and the others exchanged glances, their eyes lighting up.

"Not two hundred breaths." Xue Yun dared not keep it a secret this time; he feared the instructors might make him stay another year if he did.

"It was defeating—in less than a hundred breaths, Lin Chen defeated eight copper statues. Upon seeing those three gentlemen, I thought not to expose Junior Brother Lin’s true strength but also needed to fool those gentlemen, so I intentionally stopped halfway."

Whoosh!

As soon as Xue Yun finished speaking and looked up again, he saw the figures of the instructors had disappeared.

This scene seemed quite familiar, as if it had occurred just a few days ago.

"Fortunately, I was quick-witted, wrapping it up perfectly at the last moment."

Seeing the instructors vanish, Xue Yun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, somewhat admiring his quick thinking in finding such a perfect excuse to explain.

In this way, the instructors shouldn’t blame him. Perhaps he might even have earned merit for himself.

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In another hidden special training ground in Jiangnan Dao.

"Lin Chen, a student from Poyang County, Raozhou Prefecture, mastery in Clear Wind Palm... this information is probably inaccurate."

"This was sent by the Military Affairs Hall over three months ago. Since Lin Chen could be promoted to the top-grade special training and also passed the first test in the Iron House, he must have at least two perfected cultivation techniques."

"Two perfected cultivation techniques, no wonder Chen Ping and his group dare to accept the competition this time."

"Now the only unknown is what realm Lin Chen is in?"

"This isn’t difficult; Huo Tong is also from Raozhou Prefecture. He should know. Call him here to inquire."

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"Lin Chen?"

Huo Tong frowned slightly upon hearing the instructors’ inquiries. Of course, he had heard of this name, not because of the county competition, but because of his grandfather’s words.

The competition for the model students of Jiangnan Dao was not kept secret from him by his grandfather. As the third generation of the Huo Family, the future of the Huo Family lay on him.

And he agreed with his grandfather’s notion of forming an alliance with the Li Family through marriage.

Li Zhe’s father was already a Sixth Grade, potentially reaching Fifth Grade in the future. Aligning with the Li Family would benefit not only his martial path but also the family.

"Instructor, before Lin Chen entered the special training ground, he should have been in the Fourteen Acupoints realm, but had already perfected the Clear Wind Palm and Iron Bone Skill."

Zhang Jiang and the others exchanged glances. Just Fourteen Acupoints, even an Extreme Martial Artist might be able to fight across three acupoints against ordinary students, but facing the students here, at most, he could fight across two acupoints.

Among this batch’s twenty students, there were four who had opened twenty acupoints, and in front of them, Huo Tong had opened twenty acupoints.

"Instructor, when the time comes for the competition, I hope to have a match against Lin Chen."

Huo Tong proactively spoke; defeating Lin Chen would serve as a meeting gift for his future brother-in-law.

Alternatively, he might strike hard. With instructors present and the unique healing items of the special training ground, crippling Lin Chen was impossible, but embarrassing him in front of many students might discourage him from vying for the model student title.

"You want to fight Lin Chen? Why?"

"Instructor, I’m also from Raozhou Prefecture. In the recent county competition, I didn’t participate, and this Lin Chen was hailed as the top student of this batch from Raozhou Prefecture. I’m not convinced."

Huo Tong’s excuse didn’t arouse suspicion from Zhang Jiang and the others. Youthful competitiveness was quite normal; if someone was praised as number one in front of them during their younger days, they definitely wouldn’t be convinced without sparring.