Chapter 2: You Ate It, Now Spit It Out!

Below the stands, Chu Zhongtian, the sect master of the Linghan Sect and father of Chu Ling’er, wore a bewildered expression. Clearly, he had not anticipated this turn of events.

Ye Wumian, the sect master of the Lingxiao Sect, wore a stern face, his expression deeply gloomy. His gaze was fixed intensely on Ye Fan, trying to discern what was happening.

Lin Yi curled the corner of his mouth in disdain, then shielded Chu Ling’er behind him and stepped forward boldly. “Ye Fan, do you intend to use your identity as the young sect master of Lingxiao Sect to forcibly keep us here? You should know that Ling’er’s affections lie with me, not you. If you’re truly a man, set aside your status and face me one-on-one. Whoever wins marries Ling’er. How about that?”

As his words fell, the gathered guests erupted in murmurs.

“Lin Yi is one of the most outstanding prodigies in the Northwest Territory. He recently broke through to the Nascent Soul stage—his future is boundless! Whereas the young master of Lingxiao Sect is still at the Qi Refining stage. If they fight, isn’t it just bullying?”

“Even if it is bullying, so what? This world is survival of the fittest—there’s no fairness. Without the protection of Lingxiao Sect, Ye Fan is nothing!”

“What can they do? They can’t win in a fight. Are they really going to let Lingxiao Sect—the top sect in the Northwest—lose a bride?”

“I say Lingxiao Sect should offer several times the bride price; maybe then there’s a slim chance to keep the young lady!”

“...”

Hearing the guests’ chatter, Lin Yi raised his head higher, his expression swelling with pride. From a young age, his talent had far surpassed his peers; his cultivation progressed at an exceptional pace. In Lin Yi’s eyes, Ye Fan was merely someone born into privilege.

If one disregarded birth, such a worthless person was not worth a second glance, whether there was one or a thousand.

Yet Ye Fan merely snorted coldly. “Whoever wins marries Chu Ling’er? Ha, does she even deserve that?”

Without any flashy moves, Ye Fan directly activated his cultivation and struck toward Lin Yi with a palm.

Lin Yi showed no concern at the incoming palm wind; instead, he narrowed his eyes and sneered, “I never thought the young master Ye had a temper! Then I’ll teach you a lesson...”

As he raised his hand to block, the moment their palms met, Lin Yi’s eyes widened in shock. Suddenly, he spat a mouthful of fresh blood and was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut.

With a loud thud, dust billowed into the air.

Lin Yi landed hard outside Lingxiao Hall.

The guests’ faces were filled with disbelief.

How could this be?

Wasn’t Ye Fan still at the Qi Refining stage?

How could he defeat the prodigy Lin Yi in a single strike?

Before anyone could think it through, Ye Fan’s figure flickered like a teleport, rushing forward. He kicked Lin Yi, who was trying to get up, knocking him down again.

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“Cough...” Lin Yi coughed up fresh blood.

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Ye Fan’s eyes.

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