With the formula of reaching the ninth level of Qi Condensation Period, Wang Lin felt at ease and began a life of simplicity. Time passed day by day, and the entire Hengyue School was filled with a nervous atmosphere.

All the inner disciples are preparing for the competition at the end of the year. Once they enter the top ten, they can obtain magic weapons, elixirs, spirit stones, jade talismans, etc.

What made them even more jealous was that the leader took out the sect’s treasure, the Double Moon Ring, as the first reward!

These two moon rings were originally relics of a senior sect 300 years ago. They are quite powerful and are rare treasures that combine attack and defense.

Therefore, in private, the inner disciples all sharpened their fists and thrust them all.

As for the newcomer competition, there are only a few newcomers who have been admitted to inner disciples this year. In everyone's eyes, Wang Zhuo will become the newcomer king without surprise.

In addition, the registered disciples have a stronger hostility to each other. For them, this registered disciple competition represents a turning point in their life destiny, and everyone is making final preparations in secret.

All this nervous aura had nothing to do with Wang Lin. He practiced gravitational techniques all day long. The day before the end of the month, he walked out of the choreography office and headed straight to the main courtyard.

He had already practiced the magic trick to conceal the breath. After his thoughts changed, the spiritual energy in his body naturally hid, revealing the illusion that he had not yet reached the first level of the Qi Condensation Period.

He felt that the chores were crowded and unsuitable for cultivation, so he wanted to find a reason to go down the mountain to find a quiet place to practice.

After arriving at the main courtyard, he strode in. Not long after, he came to Sun Dazhu's medicine garden and said respectfully loudly: "Disciple Wang Lin, please see Master."

"What are you doing?" The gate of Yaoyuanzi did not open, and Sun Dazhu's impatient voice came from inside. Obviously, he did not like this disciple very much.

Wang Lin looked as usual, and on the surface he was respectful and good, saying, "The disciple lacked his cultivation and felt that he could not win the competition tomorrow. He was afraid that he would embarrass his master, so he didn't want to participate."

"Hmph, you are still tactful. This time, Wang Zhuo, the disciple of Master Daoxu, has reached the peak of the first level of the Qi Condensation Period at a young age. He can break through to the second level at any time. Even if you go, it will be useless. He can kill you with just one finger. I heard that you are still relatives, why is the gap so big?" Sun Dazhu said sarcastically.

Wang Lin didn't care and said, "Wang Zhuo has been smart since he was a child and has sufficient spiritual roots, so he is not comparable to his disciples."

"Have you found the gourd again in the past six months?" Sun Dazhu asked in silence.

Wang Lin shook his head, showed a look of distress, and said, "This is strange. I went to Quanshui many times, but I never saw a gourd floating down again."

"Is there anything else? Get out of here if you have nothing to do? I'll get angry when I see you!" Sun Dazhu said coldly. When he saw this disciple, he couldn't control his temper and wanted to slap him to death with one palm, so as not to be laughed at by his peers.

"Master, I'm so bored to stay on the mountain. I want to go down the mountain and come back after the New Year. How are you looking?" Wang Lin lowered his head and said respectfully.

"Going down the mountain? No, I haven't remembered that you didn't tell me about this. Four years later, it will be an exchange meeting with Xuandao Sect. This time, your master gave an order. Most of the inner disciples will hold a four-year training camp after the New Year. You can also attend it. The exchange meeting in the four years later is embarrassing and lost my name!" Sun Dazhu refused and said.

"Training?" Wang Lin was stunned.

"The exchanges every 20 years are a rule for hundreds of years. Xuandao Sect and my Hengyue Sect are friendly on the surface, but they secretly argue about their shortcomings. The few exchanges in the past 100 years have made the other party win. This is too embarrassing, so the training camp is in progress. Listen to me. If you have no achievements in this training camp, you will embarrass me at the exchange meeting four years later. I will expel you from the Hengyue Sect no matter what I say!" Sun Dazhu did not want to explain more and said in a few words.

Wang Lin sighed inwardly. It was obviously impossible to go out to practice. Seeing that Sun Dazhu's tone was not good, he nodded and said yes, and left.

When he returned to the choreography office, Wang Lin pondered a little. Since he could not go out to practice, then take advantage of this training camp to find an opportunity to practice.

The next day, the competition inside the door began, and the scene was very lively. Wang Lin hesitated for a while and did not go to watch it. Instead, he seized all the time, breathed and consolidated the second level of the Qi Condensation Period.

In the following days, through chatting among registered disciples, Wang Lin learned that among the inner disciples, Senior Brother Zhang won the first place, but it was said that it was because there was no disciple in Purple Clothing.

As for Wang Zhuo, he became the newcomer king without any surprise. He was arrogant and domineering for a while and did not take the rest of his age seriously.

A week later, the sound of bells echoed in the Hengyue Sect, and a total of five rings were ringing, which meant that all inner disciples must quickly gather in the sect hall.

Wang Lin did not hear it in the dream space. Until Sun Dazhu, who was furious, kicked open the door of the choreography office, woke him up. He quickly put away the beads to hide his cultivation and pushed open the door of the dark room. Sun Dazhu looked angry and shouted at Wang Lin: "Wang Lin, are you deaf? Didn't you hear the bell? You evil disciple, all the inner disciples of the entire sect who participated in the training camp have arrived, and you are the only one left, which makes me feel ashamed in front of my brothers. You... you are angry!!!"

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

Sun Dazhu glared at Wang Lin fiercely. He knew that it was not the time to teach his disciples a lesson. The head and the senior brothers were waiting, so he went forward without saying a word and grabbed the other party, stepped on the colorful clouds, and quickly soared into the air.

At the fastest speed, he came to the hall of the main courtyard and threw him to the ground. Sun Dazhu whispered: "Wang Lin, follow me in. If you embarrass me again, I will be punished by the head and slap you to death!" In the last sentence, Sun Dazhu showed murderous intent. He was already disgusted with this disciple to the limit and made up his mind to find an opportunity to expel him from the school in the future.

Wang Lin rubbed his arms. The fall just now, if he had not reached the second level of Qi Condensation Stage and was much stronger, he would have broken his arms. He lowered his head and said softly: "Disciple, please obey the order."

Sun Dazhu snorted, tidied up his clothes, and walked into the hall. Wang Lin took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and followed him in as usual.

The Hengyue Sect Hall is the most solemn place in the entire sect. The hall is very wide, with dozens of huge statues of sect ancestors lined up on both sides, and a solemn atmosphere enveloped it.
Chapter completed!