From Beast Abilities to Sect Grand Master

Hun Yen Kun wore a white-colored robe and a black scholar's hat.

He had a clean and fair face, with well-defined features.

Not what you would expect from a senior disciple.

He pretended not to be bothered by all the attention he was getting.

"Ahem... Under the peach blossom... I..."

Hun Yen Kun tried reciting a poem, but he couldn't continue after the first sentence.

Seeing Lin Fan approaching, he quickly turned and pointed his fan at him.

"Who's that approaching? Could it be one who seeks fortunes?"

Lin Fan frowned at what he heard.

This senior martial brother seems, for lack of a better word, weird.

No matter.

He clasped his hands and bowed.

"I'm Lin Fan, here for the qualification test."

"Fear not, my junior. I shall show you the way of the gentleman's sword."

Hun Yen Kun flicked his hand, and his fan turned into a long sword.

He pointed at Lin Fan and waited.

Some of the female disciples blushed as they saw Hun Yen Kun posing handsomely.

They then glanced at Lin Fan and shook their heads.

Lin Fan's robes were well-used and stains from all the bloodshed were faintly visible.

He looked like a brute in comparison.

They secretly rooted for Hun Yen Kun to beat the crap out of Lin Fan.

Boom!

Lin Fan lunged at Hun Yen Kun with his Magnificent Leap.

When he got in front of Hun Yen Kun, hammers appeared in his hand, and he swung the hammers at him.

"Despicable!"

"What you expect from a brute like him?"

"Nasty!"

The female disciples rooting for Hun Yen Kun weren't too happy about Lin Fan's strategy.

Hun Yen Kun flicked his sword at Lin Fan's hammer.

Dang!

Lin Fan's hammers missed by an inch.

The sword parried it away just at the right angle.

Hun Yen Kun sidestepped and appeared on the left side of Lin Fan.

"What a graceful move!"

"That's how the gentleman's sword should be."

"My hero."

The female disciples couldn't help but marvel at Hun Yen Kun's graceful moves.

Lin Fan squinted his eyes and swung his hammer to the side.

It missed and Hun Yen Kun leaped away.

Lin Fan continued turning 180 degrees, made use of the force and threw his right hammer at him.

Whoosh!

The hammer shot like a bullet at Hun Yen Kun.

Dang!

Hun Yen Kun, in the nick of time, brought his sword in front of him and blocked the hammer.

Not giving him time, Lin Fan lunged at him with a Yin Prod on his waist.

Thud.

It caught him by surprise and Hun Yen Kun quickly palm-struck Lin Fan on his chest.

Pak.

Both of them flew apart from the impact.

Lin Fan had activated his Tectonic Resilience ability.

He felt nothing from the palm strike.

Hun Yen Kun, on the other hand, felt a stinging pain on his palm.

It was like he hit onto a steel wall and the impact rebounded onto him.

His waist also felt a chilling pain.

With his Core Formation Physique, the Yin Prod could only damage his skin and not within.

"Arg...", Hun Yen Kun looked at his robe and flinched.

He had spent so much money on this robe for it to be damaged by Lin Fan.

Not wanting it to be damaged further, he looked up and raised his hand.

"Enough. You are worthy for the fortunes."

Lin Fan, with his Iron Claws ready to strike, stopped midair.

He clasped his hand and bowed to Hun Yen Kun.

"Thank you, senior martial brother."

The female disciples weren't too happy when they saw this.

Lin Fan must have been so despicable that senior martial brother Yen Kun can't stand him anymore.

How big-hearted of Hun Yen Kun to let Lin Fan pass the qualification test.

They gritted their teeth and swore that they would lay down their life for Hun Yen Kun if he asked for it.

Hun Yen Kun saw their expressions and waved to them.

Motioning them to keep calm.

"Did you see that? He waved at me."

"No. You must be blind, he was waving at me."

"Quiet, all of you. Everyone knows he has exquisite taste. So, he must be waving at me."

A fifty-year-old female disciple said, and the rest of the disciples nearly lynched her.

"So, what do I do next?", Lin Fan asked.

"Oh, sorry about that. Please, excuse me. Two days later, here at the peach blossom, we meet."

Hun Yen Kun said as he flicked, and the long sword turned back into the fan.

The female disciples swooned over it again.

Lin Fan walked back to the Mission Hall.

The disciples watched with intense jealousy.

They didn't dare go against Hun Yen Kun as he was the core disciple of Qing Yang Zi.

Although he was eccentric, his swordsmanship was second to none other than Qing Yang Zi and Zhao Qing Ying.

Yet, Lin Fan had the courage to go against him and passed the qualification test.

He got over to the counter where the mission slab was.

"I passed the qualification test, so can I take the mission now?", Lin Fan asked.

"Here, print your handprint onto the mission slab.", the disciple handed the mission slab over to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan imprinted his handprint and looked to Ho Ming.

"Can others take the mission too?", he asked the disciple.

"Sure, there will be different teams on this hunt for Lu Di." The disciple replied.

Lin Fan put his hand onto Ho Ming's shoulder and asked, "Ho Ming, go for it. I feel safer with you watching my back."

"But he is Core Formation realm..."

Ho Ming was wary about the difference in their cultivation level.

But Lin Fan just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hun Yen Kun didn't go all out. You should be able to qualify just fine."

Ho Ming thought for a moment and nodded his head.

He requested to be on the mission, walked outside and faced Hun Yen Kun.

Ho Ming used all his skills and techniques at him. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

But Hun Yen Kun was able to see through Ho Ming's move easily.

Ho Ming then switched on survival mode.

It caught Hun Yen Kun by surprise.

The female disciples stared at Lin Fan when they saw that.

Lin Fan must have corrupted Ho Ming to fight like a brute.

But it did the trick.

Hun Yen Kun, with a slash across his chest, stopped the fight.

He let Ho Ming qualify too.

"Shifu should compensate for my robe after this mission.", Hun Yen Kun thought to himself as he shook his head and looked at his torn robe.