Otherworld Merit Upgrade System

Chapter 011 Sparring

Chapter 011: Sparring

"Ding!"

"Punishing evil and promoting good, punishing Ming Guang, I have gained 400 merit points, 400 martial arts cultivation points, and 300 experience points!"

……

Upon hearing the system notification, Lin Fei inwardly complained, "Ming Guang's cultivation level is clearly above Ming Shan's, but the experience he has gained is far less than Ming Shan's!"

It seems that in the system's judgment, merely injuring someone doesn't yield as much experience as killing them.

However, Lin Fei resisted the urge to rush up and finish him off. If he killed Ming Guang here, he would probably have to go to Xingzhi Temple.

Ming Guang was sent flying by Lin Fei's palm strike, lying on the ground clutching his chest, rolling around and screaming in agony—he looked to be in great pain. Although Lin Fei's palm strike wasn't meant to kill him, it had at least broken two of his ribs. Even a martial artist at the Opening Meridian Realm would probably need at least ten days to half a month to recover before he could get out of bed.

The Daoist disciples from the Wuqu Lower Academy, however, paid no heed to Ming Guang lying on the ground. Instead, they all shrieked and surrounded Lin Fei.

"It's Baguazhang! That kid just used Baguazhang! How could a mere kid from Wenqu Temple know Baguazhang?"

"That's right, it's the 'Azure Dragon Probing Claw' from Baguazhang! This kid actually dared to steal martial arts skills!"

"Take him to Xingzhi Temple and have Uncle Yuanzhen cripple his martial arts!"

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In the Jade Emperor Sect, secretly learning martial arts is a grave taboo. Even among the Nine Precepts, the punishment is extremely severe. It is an important precept that results in the abolition of martial arts skills and expulsion from the sect.

Looking at the surging Taoist boys, Lin Fei felt a headache coming on—that old Taoist priest Yuanzhen had always held a grudge against him, and it was because of him that he was banished to Wenqu Temple. If he fell into Yuanzhen's hands, it would be like mud falling into his pants—even if it wasn't excrement, it would become excrement.

Lin Fei was racking his brains about how to deal with these Daoist disciples from the lower academy of Wuqu. Otherwise, if the matter reached Yuanzhen, he might have his martial arts crippled before Yuanyi could even come forward to explain for him.

Moreover, Yuan Yi hasn't shown his face since I went up the mountain, so whether he can be relied on is another matter.

Fortunately, at that moment, a deep, low voice rang out: "What kind of noise is this? Get out of here!"

A middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a seven-star Taoist robe walked out of the courtyard and shouted with a gloomy face.

"Uncle-Master Yuanjing, this kid has been secretly learning martial arts!" a disciple immediately reported.

This person is none other than Daoist Yuanjing, who is in charge of the lower branch of Wuqu and belongs to the Yuan generation.

Yuan Jing glanced at Lin Fei: "Stealing martial arts skills? What's your name?"

Lin Fei bowed and said, "This disciple is Mingxin, a young Daoist from the Wenqu Temple. I have come to the Wuqu Lower Academy to complete a sect mission."

"Oh? So it was you!" To Lin Fei's surprise, Yuan Jing seemed to know that Lin Fei had let out a soft exclamation. Instead of punishing him, he waved his hand and said, "Everyone, disperse. His martial arts skills were not stolen. Senior Brother Yuan Yi had already spoken to Xingzhi Temple."

Hearing Yuan Jing's words, Lin Fei breathed a sigh of relief—it seemed that Yuan Yi wasn't a completely hands-off manager after all.

Yuanjing turned his head and glanced at Mingguang, who was still lying on the ground groaning in pain. He frowned and said, "He can't even beat a Taoist boy from Wenqu Temple who taught himself martial arts. He's a disgrace to me! Take him away so he won't embarrass himself here!"

"Yes, Uncle Yuanjing!" A group of Daoist disciples, fearing they would be implicated, rushed forward and lifted Mingguang from the ground.

"You're quite good." Yuan Jing looked at Lin Fei, his words carrying a tone that was hard to decipher—whether it was sarcasm or praise: "Senior Brother Yuan Yi certainly has good taste!"

"Um, Uncle Yuanjing," Lin Fei said, forcing a smile, pointing to Ming Guang who was about to be carried away, "Brother Ming Guang made a bet with me earlier, and he still owes me five Qi Nourishing Pills."

Lin Fei was unwilling to let the easy money slip away.

Yuan Jing's eye twitched, and he seemed to be on the verge of exploding.

"Give him the Qi-Nourishing Pill! My Wuqu Lower Academy doesn't renege on its debts!" ​​Yuanjing glared fiercely at Lin Fei: "Since you're here to complete a sect mission, come in with me!"

A group of young Taoist disciples carried Ming Guang outside, while Lin Fei followed Yuan Jing into the lower courtyard of Wuqu.

Yuanjing walked ahead, his eyes fixed straight ahead, and said, "Your mission was assigned to Wenqu Temple by me. Do you know why I sent you here?"

"Could it be because of Senior Brother Mingshan?" Lin Fei cautiously probed.

"Hmph, a piece of trash who can't even beat a lowly servant boy, why would I care about him?" Yuan Jing sneered. "It's Senior Brother Yuan Zhan who said you have good talent and it's a waste for you to stay at Wenqu Temple. He hopes I can take you into the lower academy of Wuqu Temple!"

It turned out to be Yuan Zhan, the abbot of the Yanwu Temple, whom he had only met once before. He had truly encountered a benefactor on the road.

The Wuqu Lower Temple is far superior to the Wenqu Temple. With the resources of the Wuqu Lower Temple, one's cultivation will improve rapidly.

"However, it won't be that simple for you to enter my Wuqu Lower Academy!" Before Lin Fei could even feel happy, Yuan Jing immediately poured cold water on him: "I'll have to see with my own eyes whether you have the strength to enter my Wuqu Lower Academy. My Wuqu Lower Academy never accepts trash!"

Lin Fei thought to himself, "It seems that although Yuan Jing didn't say anything on the surface, he probably still remembers how I embarrassed his Wuqu Lower Academy."

As they spoke, the two had already entered the plaza of the Wuqu Lower Academy. At this moment, a group of people were standing in a row, watching the two sparring in the arena.

Yuan Jing pointed to the back of the line and said to Lin Fei, "Stand at the very back!"

"Yes, Uncle-Master." Lin Fei obeyed and stood at the back of the line.

With Lin Fei's arrival, all the Wuqu Daoist disciples' eyes were focused on him. After all, they had heard quite a bit about this handyman Daoist who had defeated a Wuqu disciple in recent days. They wanted to see just how capable this guy really was!

"Ouch!" Just then, a strange cry suddenly came from the arena. It turned out that the two people fighting in the arena had also focused their attention on Lin Fei, and one of them lost his footing and was hit in the chest by the other.

"Stop!" Yuan Jing spoke up at the right moment: "How have I been teaching you? The worst thing in martial arts training is to be distracted. Even if the sky were to fall, you must remain focused. Have you been ignoring me?"

"Disciples know their sins!" The two people in the room hurriedly bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes.

"Everyone, stand aside!" Yuan Jing snorted coldly, pointing at Lin Fei: "You, come here!"

Lin Fei knew that his test had arrived. If he wanted to leave Wenqu Temple, which ranked last among the eighteen temples of the Jade Emperor, his performance had to satisfy Yuan Jing.

Lin Fei took a deep breath and slowly walked to the center of the field.