Chapter 55 Who else wants to challenge me

In the path of martial arts cultivation, the higher one climbs, the more arduous it becomes, demanding vastly more time and resources.

For an ordinary martial artist, breaking through from the first layer to the second layer of the Martial Realm takes at least half a year.

Yet for Qin Lang, it took merely five days for his strength to leap from the first layer to the second layer of the Martial Realm!

The cultivation speed of the Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art was terrifyingly fast.

"I wonder if my Black Ocular Wheel Martial Spirit can repair the Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art?"

A flicker of anticipation stirred within Qin Lang's heart. If it were possible, the Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art would ascend from the Heaven Grade to the Divine Grade, transforming into a supreme, ultimate cultivation method!

By then, would not his cultivation speed become even more monstrous?

Channeling his cultivation method while summoning his Black Ocular Wheel Martial Spirit, Qin Lang attempted to repair the Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art. However, the moment a single trace of black thread manifested, a wave of intense dizziness struck him. Overwhelmed by a sharp throbbing in his mind, he was forced to halt immediately!

"It failed!"

Slowly opening his eyes, Qin Lang showed no trace of discouragement. He knew that it was not his Black Ocular Wheel Martial Spirit's inability to mend the technique, but rather that his current strength was too low, and his soul power was insufficiently robust to sustain the restoration.

Qin Lang believed that once he grew powerful enough, he would be able to utilize the Black Ocular Wheel Martial Spirit to repair the Burning Heaven Divine Fire Art and elevate it to a Divine Grade technique!

"Looks like I need to visit the main hall to exchange for some Essence Condensing Pills!"

While his cultivation speed was rapid, the consumption of resources was equally astonishing. The four Essence Condensing Pills bestowed by the sect were sufficient to sustain an average martial artist for twenty days, yet Qin Lang had exhausted all four in just five days!

Every new disciple was gifted one hundred sect contribution points upon entry; I wonder how many Essence Condensing Pills those can exchange for?

Just as Qin Lang was pondering, a commotion arose at the entrance of his small courtyard.

"My young master is currently in seclusion, please leave!"

Yuner stood guard at the courtyard gate, her pretty face taut, a flash of anger in her ink-black, beautiful eyes as she spoke with righteous sternness.

"A mere servant girl dares to speak to us like this!"

"What kind of thing are you? Since when do you have a right to speak in the Outer Sect?"

Several Outer Sect disciples standing opposite Yuner scoffed in disdain, though their gazes toward her revealed a glint of stunned admiration.

The young girl was dressed in pristine white, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her waist cinched by a jade belt so slender it seemed as though it could be snapped with a single grasp, swaying gracefully like a willow in the wind.

Her snow-white face was adorned with exquisite features, her lips rosy and teeth pearly, resembling a finely carved porcelain doll. Because of her anger, her cheeks puffed out slightly, stirring an almost irresistible urge in others to pinch her soft, rosy, snow-white face.

Even Peng Lei, who hailed from a prominent family and fancied himself a connoisseur of countless women, caught a spark of brilliance in his eyes. Among all the maidens he had ever laid eyes on, only a handful could compare to the girl before him!

Once this maiden matured, she would undoubtedly possess the allure to overthrow cities and devastate kingdoms!

With practiced grace, Peng Lei reached out to hold back the bickering Outer Sect disciples, cupping his fists toward Yuner with a faint smile:

"I am Peng Lei, son of the Lord of Shanhai City, and also a newly entered Outer Sect disciple. I have long admired Brother Qin Lang's reputation, which is why I have specially come to pay a visit today, hoping to spar with him a little. I trust the young lady will be accommodating."

After obtaining a High-Grade Profound technique, Peng Lei had spent five days in bitter cultivation, finally shattering the bottleneck that had kept him trapped at the peak of the second layer of the Martial Realm. In one fell swoop, he had broken through to the third layer, vastly increasing his strength!

Such cultivation undoubtedly made him a standout among the new Outer Sect disciples, and even respectable by the standards of the entire Outer Sect.

However, the best way for Peng Lei to prove himself was to defeat the undisputed champion of this incoming batch of Outer Sect disciples—Qin Lang!

"My young master is in seclusion, and I have no idea when he will emerge. You should come back another day!"

Though Peng Lei spoke with righteous airs, how could Yuner not know they merely wanted to defeat her young master to make a name for themselves in the Wind and Cloud Sect? Frowning slightly, she prepared to step back into the courtyard and close the heavy doors.

"We gave you some face, and now you're pushing it. Don't be ungrateful!"

One of the Outer Sect disciples looked displeased, suddenly lunging forward to grab Yuner’s jade-white, delicate wrist, a lecherous gleam flashing deep in his eyes. Such a delicate, tender little beauty—if he seized the chance to stroke her, that soft, smooth texture would surely feel absolute bliss!

"Ah!"

Startled, Yuner turned pale with fright, frantically dodging backward. But with her meager strength, how could she possibly evade a sudden assault from an Outer Sect disciple?

Just as the disciple's vicious claw was about to land on Yuner's fair arm, a large hand shot out ahead of time, locking directly onto his wrist and giving it a light flick upward!

The Outer Sect disciple felt a massive force surge through him, and his entire body was sent hurtling directly into the air, crashing heavily onto the ground. Covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled, he was a picture of absolute wretchedness.

All the Outer Sect disciples gathered at the courtyard entrance were startled, instantly turning their gazes toward the gloomy-faced young man who had just stepped out from the courtyard.

"To lay hands on a young girl so shamelessly, are you even fit to be a disciple of the Wind and Cloud Sect?"

Cold light flashed in Qin Lang’s eyes as he cast an icy glance at the disciple sprawling on the ground. Yuner was pure and untainted; how could he ever tolerate such scum desecrating her?

"You dare hit me!"

Scrambling up from the floor, the Outer Sect disciple glared viciously at Qin Lang. Having been publicly humiliated right off the bat, he felt he had lost all face.

"Didn't you all come here to challenge me? Now I'm giving you a chance. Defeat me and you can take one hundred sect contribution points; but if you lose, hand over one hundred sect contribution points to me. Do you dare accept?"

Qin Lang gazed calmly at the Outer Sect disciple.

"Such a good thing?"

A fiery gleam flashed across the Outer Sect disciple's eyes. Not only could he defeat Qin Lang and make a name for himself in the Wind and Cloud Sect, but he would also pocket an extra one hundred sect contribution points!

With his strength at the second layer of the Martial Realm, why would he fear a mere first-layer martialist like Qin Lang?

Only a fool would turn this down!

"Very well! Since you're offering to gift me one hundred sect contribution points, I gladly accept!"

Spiritual energy surged throughout the Outer Sect disciple's body as he charged fiercely toward Qin Lang, unleashing his most powerful strike!

To Peng Lei and the others, a blur flashed before their eyes. Qin Lang abruptly lunged forward, grabbing the Outer Sect disciple by both arms before the latter could even execute his martial technique. With another fierce swing, the opponent was sent spinning like an inverted willow, slamming violently head-first into the ground before rolling his eyes and passing out cold!

A warrior at the second layer of the Martial Realm had been defeated before he could even release a martial skill in front of Qin Lang!

The newly arrived Outer Sect disciples were dumbfounded, their expressions changing drastically in unison!

"Second layer of the Martial Realm!"

Peng Lei’s expression tightened. He had not expected that in little over a month, Qin Lang’s strength would leap from the first layer to the second layer of the Martial Realm!

A brilliant light danced in Yuner’s lovely eyes; the young master's strength seemed to have grown far greater than when they were back in Qingfeng Town!

Qin Lang walked over to the unconscious Outer Sect disciple, retrieved the disciple token from his robes, and transferred the one hundred contribution points onto his own token. Only then did he turn his head to look at Peng Lei and the others, stating coldly:

"Is there anyone else among you who wishes to challenge me?"