Yun Lang rampaged through the Myriad Monster Pagoda, and in just one day, he had reached the topmost level, killing ten times more demonic beasts than the second-ranked person on the leaderboard!
Because of this, the leaderboard in front of the Myriad Monster Pagoda had become a scenic spot for the inner sect, with countless people coming to admire Yun Lang's power.
However, it was a pity that Yun Lang did not care about these empty praises.
After clearing the Myriad Monster Pagoda, Yun Lang had fully integrated the leg techniques, sword techniques, and fist techniques he had obtained.
Due to the system, the capabilities of his various organs had also significantly increased.
What made Yun Lang happiest was that perhaps because the capabilities of his various organs had strengthened, his overall strength had also increased.
Unknowingly, Yun Lang had reached the peak state of Qi Refining, with spiritual energy surging within him, making him countless times stronger than when he had just been reborn.
Yun Lang returned to Snow Extreme Peak in contentment, only to see his master standing in front of his stone house!
If his original master were not Lin Ruxue, he might not have been so surprised to see her, but he happened to be that unlucky fellow, stuck with a master who liked to "let her sheep wander."
Yun Lang had not forgotten the miserable experience of being mercilessly turned away when he had gone to find Lin Ruxue earlier. Seeing Lin Ruxue now, he was naturally both surprised and curious.
As usual, Lin Ruxue was holding a wine gourd, reeking of alcohol, her clothes barely considered neat. Yun Lang wondered how long she had been waiting in front of his house.
"Master," Yun Lang bowed respectfully.
Lin Ruxue nodded listlessly and then said, "Hurry up and pack. We're going out in a while."
Lin Ruxue's tone was casual, as if she were saying "eat" or "drink" with natural ease. Yun Lang, however, felt a bit speechless. His master called him to pack just before they were leaving; she was truly cutting it close!
Fortunately, Yun Lang didn't have much luggage, and he had been so busy cultivating these days that he had barely touched the ground, so he hadn't accumulated many possessions.
When Lin Ruxue told Yun Lang to pack, he merely put a change of clothes into his storage ring and then followed her out.
Along the way, Lin Ruxue continued to drink, her wine gourd looking small but its contents flowing like the Yellow River, and she hadn't finished it even after drinking the entire way.
Because of this, Lin Ruxue didn't have time to answer Yun Lang's questions, but Yun Lang was already used to it.
Led by Lin Ruxue, Yun Lang left the Taichu Sect and arrived at an ancient-looking city called Xuyang City!
Yun Lang had not left the Taichu Sect since arriving on the Myriad Ancient Continent, so seeing Xuyang City naturally made him feel a sense of novelty.
Before Yun Lang could properly take in the sights of Xuyang City, Lin Ruxue dragged him towards an arena within the city.
Everything was changing too quickly; even Yun Lang was a little caught off guard, following Lin Ruxue blankly.
Lin Ruxue, quite adeptly, took out a mask from her storage ring and placed it on Yun Lang's head, completely concealing his features.
Yun Lang: "..."
Master, aren't you going to say anything?
Lin Ruxue, who had taken another sip of wine, felt Yun Lang's gaze and then, as if an afterthought, extended a hand and pointed at the stage, saying, "Go!"
In the center of the stage, there were still some uncleaned old bloodstains.
Yun Lang looked at the place that clearly resembled an underground fighting arena, then at the excited spectators around him, and then at his master who was completely oblivious. He didn't know what to say!
"At least bring me back a Silver Tier warrior," Lin Ruxue stated, then unceremoniously turned and walked away.
Yun Lang's gaze followed where Lin Ruxue was looking. This unreliable master seemed to be heading towards a place to place bets!
A master's order could not be disobeyed. Yun Lang shook his head helplessly and walked towards the arena.
Although Lin Ruxue seemed unreliable, she had at least prepared a mask for Yun Lang and helped him with the registration, showing that she was still thoughtful.
Upon entering the arena, Yun Lang felt even more that Lin Ruxue had foresight!
The people inside were either bare-chested or in rags, the waiting contestants. Although Yun Lang had come out in a hurry, his clothes were clean and neat, making him stand out starkly among them.
"Covering my face at least hides my identity and prevents me from being too embarrassed!" Yun Lang looked up at the sky, comforting himself.
However, this unsuitable attire still drew the merciless ridicule of the other waiting contestants.
"Which little brat is this, coming in his new clothes?"
"Hahaha, perhaps he wants to wear these clothes straight into the coffin!"
"That would be a shame, his funeral attire won't remain intact!"
...
The waiting contestants chattered away as if no one else were there, but Yun Lang ignored them all.
Seeing Yun Lang remain silent, they scoffed for a couple more lines and then stopped speaking, though their gazes remained full of disdain.
During this time, Yun Lang also learned that the arena's tiers were divided into Bronze, Silver, Gold, Purple, and Red!
Lin Ruxue had only asked Yun Lang to achieve Silver Tier warrior, which, being the second to last tier, didn't seem too difficult.
Yun Lang didn't wait long before he heard his name called: "Lin Lang!"
This was still a pseudonym Lin Ruxue had thought of for him, but it was clear she hadn't put much effort into it.
Yun Lang thought fleetingly and walked directly towards the stage.
Those who came to the underground arena were people who lived by the sword and were extremely fierce, many of whom had taken many lives. Yun Lang would have no psychological burden in striking them.
Before Yun Lang entered, his opponent had already taken the stage. The opponent seemed to be quite famous, with a considerable reputation among the spectators. Many people were shouting his name, "Mad Wind Sun!"
Mad Wind Sun was at the second level of Foundation Establishment. Seeing that his opponent was merely at the peak of Qi Refining, he immediately looked at him with disdain.
"Where did this little kid come from? This isn't a place for you to play games. Honestly admit defeat, and don't blame Uncle for not holding back later!" Mad Wind Sun said arrogantly.
At these words, the audience erupted in laughter, and rude curses rained down on Yun Lang.
"Get out!"
"Go home and suck your mother's milk!"
...
Compared to Mad Wind Sun, Yun Lang was just an unknown youngster. The crowd naturally didn't take him seriously.
Yun Lang ignored them all and walked onto the stage without the slightest hesitation.
"Heh heh, has this little mute encountered an opponent?" Mad Wind Sun sneered.
The match officially began. Yun Lang's expression was calm. Without any fancy moves, he delivered a straightforward punch. However, it carried the essence of the Taichu Fist Technique, its momentum vast, directly landing on Mad Wind Sun's chest!
"Boom!"
Mad Wind Sun flew directly off the stage, defeated!