Chapter 1123: Chapter 1123: If It Were You, You Could Do the Same

Ban Deming’s move actually matched the strike of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

One must know, the chasm between Foundation Establishment and Qi Cultivation is like a bridge; they are not the same level at all!

It’s fair to say Ban Deming’s move successfully crossed this hurdle.

The clouds dispersed gradually after rising thickly.

The previously clear and blue sky suddenly turned dark and overcast, with dense black clouds.

The venue became frighteningly silent, as if a pin drop could be heard.

"Haha! The mighty senior brother of the Inner Sect of the Ancient Abyss Sect is just so-so!"

Though the dust hadn’t completely settled, Ban Deming clearly saw Lin Zimu’s situation and burst into laughter.

Several disciples from the Sword Sect hurried over, each with joyous expressions, respectfully clasping their hands and saying:

"Congratulations, Senior Brother!"

Some disciples from other sects, who were brought to watch, naturally included those from the Sword Sect.

Seeing this situation, they also shouted directly:

"Senior Brother is mighty!"

"Senior Brother will surely win!"

A group of Ancient Abyss Sect disciples stood dumbfounded, eagerly waiting for the pervasive dust to settle.

"Alas!"

At this moment, Yang Yan, who had remained motionless, suddenly stood up and sighed lightly.

"Young master, take it slow."

Gu Sheng quickly followed behind him.

Though the dust was thick, it didn’t obstruct Yang Yan’s sight, nor did it come near him.

When the dust finally settled, everyone suddenly realized the spot where Lin Zimu once stood was now empty.

A few disciples who saw Yang Yan and the others stand up and leave fell silently into thought.

Why did the three vanish without a trace?

Could it be... the Earth Escape Technique?!

That is an Ancient Daoist Technique!

Although it’s just a Basic Daoist Technique, it’s rare to see on a Seventh-level Cultivation Star such as Wandering Dragon Star!

In the Inner Courtyard of the Ancient Abyss Sect, inside Butcher Palace.

"Cough, cough... Yang, I’m fine, don’t worry."

Yang Yan sat quietly next to a wooden table, sipping tea, while Gu Sheng stood silently like a wooden figure behind him.

Hearing this hoarse voice, Yang Yan smiled, looking towards Lin Zimu on the bed to his right.

He poured tea into a teacup with fluid movements:

"Zimu, my Butcher Palace doesn’t usually have fellow brothers visiting, and it’s spacious enough. You can rest in this guest room for now. Avoid being disturbed by those elder disciples."

Lin Zimu lay on the bed, holding his chest and smiling bitterly, gently shaking his head as he struggled to sit up.

Seeing this, Gu Sheng hurried over to help Lin Zimu sit up.

Lin Zimu shook his head again with a wry smile and said to Gu Sheng:

"This... I’m not so injured that I can’t move. Thank you for your kindness, Gu."

Gu Sheng blushed.

He meant well, but helped the wrong person.

After all, Lin Zimu was a perfected Qi Cultivator and the senior brother of the Inner Sect. How could he easily become like a mortal after a casual battle?

"Understood!"

Gu Sheng reverently stepped back.

At this moment, Lin Zimu glanced at his clothes, his expression changed slightly, and he asked Yang Yan with some oddity:

"Yang, what’s with these clothes on me?"

Yang Yan turned to look; Lin Zimu was wearing the blue robe of an Outer Sect disciple, making him smile with amusement:

"Hey! Zimu, don’t take this the wrong way. In that battle, you nearly fainted, and your clothes were covered in dust. How could you not change them?"

Lin Zimu looked increasingly embarrassed, quietly asking:

"Then... who changed my clothes?"

"Naturally, it was me! Don’t worry, Zimu. We are like brothers, aren’t we? Seeing something we shouldn’t is no big deal, right?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

With a playful smile, Yang Yan’s gaze intentionally or unintentionally wandered over Lin Zimu.

Lin Zimu’s left hand slightly touched a corner of the blanket.

Suppressing laughter, Gu Sheng bowed and said to Lin Zimu:

"Senior Brother, I changed your clothes, just the outer garment."

Lin Zimu finally looked relieved.

Then he looked up at the ceiling and sighed:

"In this competition, I’ve disgraced the sect."

"Clang, clang..."

Yang Yan tapped the lid on the teacup back and forth, occasionally blowing on it.

Clearly, some matters could have been resolved with one magic spell, but Yang Yan insisted on doing it like a common person.

However, he enjoyed that feeling.

To him, it gave meaning to tea drinking.

"Zimu, this isn’t your fault. I saw it; the Sword Sect, worthy as one of the top ten sects, has its unique advantage."

"If one wants to learn the sword, going to the Sword Sect is a good choice."

Lin Zimu paused, frowning as he said:

"Yang, even you think so?"

Yang Yan grinned, sipping his tea inconsequentially:

"Isn’t it so? Your realm and talent are almost equal; your Sword Dao of Defense combines defense with offense, with defense as the main and offense as the auxiliary, which is correct."

"The mistake was only in that his sword technique was one level deeper than yours. That’s the Sword Sect’s foundation. It doesn’t pertain to individual strength and talent. I believe, if it were you, you’d achieve the same."

Yang Yan, as an observer, saw everything clearly and captured every detail.

With his cultivation level, it wasn’t difficult to notice these things.

Even Lin Zimu fell into silence after hearing this.

He and Ban Deming were already arch-rivals in the mundane world, and both later participated in the top ten sects’ disciple recruitment ceremony.

Upon hearing Ban Deming joined the Sword Sect, Lin Zimu deliberately joined the Ancient Abyss Sect.

His intention was for both to represent their sects and compete against each other in the future.

Three years ago, Ban Deming and Lin Zimu had almost equal reputations.

However, after the former challenged the Inner Sect senior disciples of the top ten sects, he soared to fame, becoming a hotly pursued talent on Wandering Dragon Star.

At that time, Lin Zimu could still fight Ban Deming to a draw.

Nowadays, Ban Deming can defeat him in just one move!

"Young master, it seems there is some commotion outside the residence."

Gu Sheng, entrusted with a Butcher Palace Token by Yang Yan, suddenly whispered a reminder.

Yang Yan was naturally aware and said calmly:

"Go and ask what’s the matter. If it’s not urgent, let them go. Today, I’m not receiving guests."

"Understood."

Gu Sheng walked out of the room as instructed.

Lin Zimu then came down from the bed, sat opposite Yang Yan, picked up the tea Yang Yan poured, and drank it heartily.

After finishing, he savored and praised:

"Yang, not only are you outstanding in talent, but your tea skill is also among the best in the world!"

Yang Yan couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Isn’t that obvious!

The tea was nurtured entirely with his spiritual power; it would be surprising if it were inferior.

Seeing Yang Yan silent as if in thought, Lin Zimu doubtfully asked:

"Yang, is something the matter?"

Yang Yan snapped back, smiling lightly:

"Oh, nothing. Zimu, perhaps you should prepare yourself; you might have to go out."

"Is that so..."

Lin Zimu drank his tea, frowning and deep in contemplation.

Seeing Yang Yan like this, he certainly knows something.

There’s no need to ask again, as he’s already quickly guessed what’s in his heart.