Chapter 155 - 155 154 Third-Grade Sect

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Chapter 155 of "Inverse Sword Mad God" introduces new challenges: 155: Chapter 154: Third-Grade Sect 155: Chapter 154: Third-Grade Sect Lin Xuan indeed did not... Keep following!

155: Chapter 154: Third-Grade Sect 155: Chapter 154: Third-Grade Sect Lin Xuan indeed did not know, he shook his head, his gaze sweeping to the side. Nearby stood several men and women whose attire revealed that they were likely sect disciples. Among them, a young girl with a graceful figure and a pretty face, but her expression carried a hint of arrogance. Feeling Lin Xuan’s gaze, the girl tilted her chin up and snorted lightly, “What are you looking at, haven’t you seen a beauty before?” Lin Xuan sighed inwardly, the innate sense of superiority emanating from the young girl made him quite uncomfortable. “I indeed haven’t seen any beauty.” Lin Xuan said indifferently. “You…” The girl was choked with anger, glaring fiercely at Lin Xuan—this kid actually dared to say she wasn’t a beauty! If it weren’t for Ten Thousand Treasure Tower’s prohibition on fighting, she would have already knocked this detestable boy to the ground. “Kid, how can you speak like that, with those eyes!” The companions behind the girl couldn’t stand by any longer and immediately shouted coldly. “Shut up!” one of the young men ordered. He stepped forward, cupped his fists, and said, “Brother, please don’t take offense, they are not much used to coming down the mountain, so they’re a bit frank.” This young man was refined and elegant, with a pleasant demeanor, making it hard to dislike him. “It doesn’t matter.” Lin Xuan smiled, he wasn’t one to take such trivial matters to heart. “We are disciples of White Feather Sect, my name is Wen Xu, may I ask how to address you, brother?” the young man said with a smile. “Lin Xuan, a disciple from Yunzhou.” “Yunzhou?” The several disciples of White Feather Sect had strange looks on their faces. The girl even sneered, “Psh, just a disciple from a First Grade sect.” All three sects from Yunzhou are First Grade sects, considered somewhat inferior in Xia Country. But White Feather Sect is a Second Grade sect from Qing Province, immensely powerful. Wen Xu turned and glared at the girl, then smiled apologetically, “So you are Brother Lin, it’s a pleasure.” “What exactly is the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion?” Lin Xuan asked. “This Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion has a mysterious origin, but everything they do is incredibly accurate.” “Take this Hidden Dragon List for example, when someone disagreed with the ranking and went to challenge it, the outcome always proved the list was correct.” “Is it really that miraculous?” Lin Xuan was quite surprised. “However, you’re at a bit of a loss buying the Hidden Dragon List now,” Wen Xu said. “Why?” “On the fifteenth of every month, a new version of the Hidden Dragon List is printed, and the rankings may shift.” “Today is the thirteenth, so a new one will come out in two days.” “Do the rankings change a lot?” Lin Xuan idly flipped through the booklet. “Hmph, of course, they do!” the girl behind huffed, “Our Brother Wen has moved up from fifty-third to forty-seventh this month!” Lin Xuan paid no mind to the girl’s tone and simply nodded; it seemed the competition for the list was fierce! His gaze then turned to Lin Feng ranked fifth, his eyes shimmering. “I wonder if this guy’s ranking will change?” Seemingly noticing Lin Xuan’s interest, Wen Xu said, “The changes in the list this time should be quite significant.” “The one ranked fifth, Lin Feng, is said to have made another breakthrough in cultivation, reaching the Spirit Sea Sixth Layer Heaven, and had a battle with Jin Lietai, ranked third, a few days ago.” “But the result is still unknown to everyone.” “Another significant shift is Leng Yidao from Wenxue Sect, who surged directly from twenty-first to eighth place, demonstrating astonishing strength.” “Wenxue Sect can really be said to be doubly blessed!” Lin Xuan slowly exhaled, realizing not only was he progressing, but everyone was moving forward. “What other good news is there for Wenxue Sect?” Lin Xuan asked casually, without giving it much thought. “You don’t know?” The group looked at him with odd expressions. Lin Xuan touched his nose, “I’ve just come out of the mountains…” “The Wenxue Sect has been promoted to a Third-Grade Sect, and next month there will be a celebration. At that time, big and small sects and families will all attend.” “Third-Grade Sect!” Lin Xuan’s pupils shrank slightly. In Xia Country, a Third-Grade Sect was already one of the most powerful forces, backed by exceptional masters of the Spirit Transformation Realm—virtually no one would dare to bully them. “It seems that the Xuantian Sect will also go to Snow State,” Lin Xuan thought. He had originally planned to return to the Xuantian Sect, but now it seemed that all he needed to do was to head to Snow State. “I might even encounter members of my family…” Lin Xuan sighed inwardly. As one of Xia Country’s top powers, Sword Pond Prefecture would certainly send people to the event. “I need to set off early.” He wanted to go to Snow State to gather some information. Originally, he was expelled from Sword Pond Prefecture at the suggestion of Lin Feng’s branch of the family. The circumstances back then were special; his grandfather was undergoing a life-and-death retreat, and his father was trapped in an Absolute Earth, his life or death uncertain. Although there were other members of his branch, without these two main forces, they were no match for Lin Feng’s branch. “I wonder how grandfather is doing,” he felt anxious. “And father…” As Lin Xuan’s cultivation and horizons improved, he increasingly felt that his father had not perished, and that the answers to all this lay within the family’s Ancestral Land. Because before his father left, he mentioned the Ancestral Land more than once and insisted that Lin Xuan must enter it. “Just one more year!” Lin Xuan clenched his fists secretly. In one year, the Ancestral Land would open, and he must enter it! After saying farewell to Wen Xu, Lin Xuan turned to leave. “Brother Wen, why bother with that bumpkin!” The arrogant young girl expressed her dissatisfaction. “You lot, when you’re out and about, behave yourselves!” Wen Xu admonished. “This world is far more complicated than you think. Some people who appear weak might actually be the death of you!” Although Lin Xuan was only at the Second Realm of the Spirit Sea in his cultivation, Wen Xu, trusting his intuition, felt a terrifying presence about Lin Xuan. It was something he could not explain, but this sensation had saved his life before. However, the young girl and the others clearly did not believe it, their faces bearing disdainful smiles. He shook his head, sighed, and paid them no more attention. When Lin Xuan returned to Tong Mansion, Master Hong had already left. However, the people inside Tong Mansion seemed much happier, many of them wearing smiles. Lin Xuan discretely used his Soul Power to overhear others’ conversations and learned that the genius of Tong Mansion had been cured by Master Hong after being poisoned severely. “So that’s what happened.” Lin Xuan understood, then he returned to his room. Waiting until night, he took out the Red Flame Greatsword, activated the Array on it, and sealed the room. Then, he took out the herbs bought during the day from his Storage Ring and spread them on the table. “It’s time to teach you how to refine Spiritual Wine,” Lord of Wine’s voice arose. “Refining Spiritual Wine requires three runes: a Purification Rune, a Fusion Rune, and a Refining Rune.” “Once you master these three runes, you’ll be able to refine Spiritual Wine.” “However,” Lord of Wine conveyed, “Spiritual Wines of different attributes require different runes.” “First, I’ll teach you the simplest one.” Lin Xuan began to draw in the Void, following Lord of Wine’s teachings. Lines aglow with light flowed out of Lin Xuan’s hands, gradually forming a strange rune in the air. Lin Xuan waved his hand, and a strand of Spirit Grass floated towards the rune in the air. The herb, touching the airborne rune, began to be stripped down and disintegrated, quickly forming into a cluster of liquid. The rune spun slowly, black impurities being filtered out. Finally, only a crystal clear liquid the size of a longan was left, hovering in midair.

Chapter 155 - 155 154 Third-Grade Sect

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