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Senior Brother Lin, Senior Sister Liu has asked you to go over and practice cultivation with her again. Lin Fengmian is about to cry but has no tears. Can't you let me take a day off? Since coming to the Hehuan Sect, he has been going up the mountain to loosen the soil every day, working day and night. It doesn't matter if your cultivation is not rapid, your body is not as good as it was day by day. This Hehuan Sect really can't stay any longer, otherwise it will die sooner or later at the hands of these witches who knock bones and suck marrow.

Identity change, new life with my erotic sect sisters

Behind Fahui, a monk named Faming stepped forward, apologetically saying, "We were just itching to test our skills and wanted to experience the sword techniques of the Yushu Sect."

"These junior disciples have only just joined the sect. How about I take their place and face you instead?" Chen Qingyan said coldly.

"This…" Fahui and Faming exchanged troubled glances.

But Lin Fengmian stepped forward, letting out a cold snort, "Senior Sister, although my skills are lacking, since these friends want to challenge us, I can't back down either. Otherwise, people might think the Yushu Sect has no worthy successors!"

Chen Qingyan hesitated, caught off guard, and looked at Lin Fengmian with a trace of uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Liu Mei was intrigued. She nodded and said, "Since that's the case, Junior Brother Lin, why don't you spar with our friends from Yangquan Temple? But just keep it light."

Lin Fengmian nodded and stepped forward, standing proudly in the arena, exuding an inexplicable aura.

Whether he could fight or not was one thing, but his demeanor certainly had flair.

This caught the attention of Xia Yunxi and the City Lord's wife, who both watched him intently, their eyes sparkling with admiration.

From Yangquan Temple, a disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refinement, the lowest cultivation level among them, stepped forward to face Lin Fengmian.

The disciple rubbed his bald head with an awkward expression and apologized, "Junior Brother, I'll suppress my cultivation a bit."

"No need, my friend. Just show your full strength," Lin Fengmian replied confidently.

This made the disciple named Fazhi look a bit displeased. "In that case, I'll humbly accept Lin Junior Brother's skill."

As the two prepared to engage, several onlookers noticed that Lin Fengmian seemed to emit a faint sword aura, puzzling them.

Could he truly be a disciple of Yushu Sect? Had they picked the wrong person?

Fazhi launched his attack, but Lin Fengmian merely rested his hand on his sword. The subtle gesture made Fazhi feel on edge, prompting him to immediately change his approach.

Chapter 39: Nothing to repay, just promise with my body