I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second

Chapter 666: Is a Mighty Dragon That Doesn’t Challenge the Local Tyrant Still a Mighty Dragon?

Xiyue and Ao Shu didn’t say anything, but their eyes were fixed on the person beside them, leaving the choice to Lin Yi.

Both women were kind-hearted, and when they encountered such a tragic little girl, how could they stand by and do nothing?

Besides, with strength on their side, what was there to fear in opposing the local tyrants?

"Hey, you guys, what sneaky things are you saying behind my back? Are you three here to steal the cultivation techniques of our Dubhe Pavilion?"

Zhang Yun’s voice came, deliberately serious, and in that moment, the atmosphere became tense.

Lin Yi had not yet organized his words to accept this new master when Zhang Yun shot him a hostile look, leaving him at a loss for how to explain.

As the atmosphere grew tenser, a playful laugh broke the awkward tension completely.

"Hehe, why so serious? Just joking with you guys."

"I mean, why so serious? Can’t your Sect Leader make a joke, being this young?"

After all, she’s only sixteen, have you ever seen a Sect Leader joke about such matters?

After a simple ceremony of taking a master, Lin Yi and the three departed from Ah De and followed Zhang Yun to Ciyun Peak.

More precisely, after some small talk, Ah De was ruthlessly dismissed by Zhang Yun, showing no gratitude for his help in recruiting disciples.

Not far from Ciyun Peak, on the branches of tall trees reaching the sky, two middle-aged men in matching uniforms glared at Lin Yi’s group of four with angry eyes.

"Brother, I can’t hold it in much longer."

"Where did this snot-nosed kid come from, so ignorant of the world, daring to meddle in the affairs of our Yunzhou Eight Halls? Isn’t he too bold? Why not skip the report, and I’ll beat that kid to death? And those two girls, hehe, what do you think, brother?"

"One has a unique and uncommon temperament, the other is cute and charming, each with their own merits. We brothers are truly blessed."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man next to him slapped him on the neck.

"Are you crazy? That guy doesn’t seem to be an easy target. Even with the innkeeper’s introduction, he dares to interfere with Yunzhou Eight Hall’s affairs. Do you think he has no background?"

"Don’t be fooled by the lack of aura emanating from him; he might be hiding his true strength. For a meager salary of a few dozen silver coins a month, is it worth risking your life? Is this our concern to handle?"

The beaten man, hearing this, found some sense in the argument and nodded, and the two left their observation post.

Two breaths later, two other middle-aged men in the same uniform returned to the surveillance point.

The fate of Yunzhou, no, the entire fate of Xiang Wuxing, quietly began to turn at this moment.

In Liuyun Hall of Dubhe Pavilion, the air was filled with rich sandalwood scent, giving a sense of liveliness.

The altar enshrined 108 plaques, all of whom were distinguished contributors to Dubhe Pavilion throughout its history.

As for past disciples, anyone with a body in the Pavilion had a small golden statue standing beneath the altar.

"Master, doesn’t our Dubhe Pavilion have no other disciples? How is there enough funding for all these expenses? The sandalwood smells of good quality and shouldn’t be cheap."

"These expenses shouldn’t be deducted from our entry fees, right?"

Zhang Yun wasn’t good at discussing martial arts or heart methods, but when it came to crafty tricks, she was all fired up.

"How could it be? You joining Dubhe Pavilion has already solved many of my pressing problems. I’m too happy to let you pay any random fees."

"Our Dubhe Pavilion has excellent cultivation techniques and heart methods that people outside, including the Yunzhou Eight Halls, eye every day. Since my father’s departure, the Yunzhou Eight Hall and other significant forces have frequently visited, inquiring about our Pavilion Heart Skill and Cultivation Techniques."

"Your master, that is, I, the Sect Leader, didn’t miss any benefits they offered; I collected them all. Anyway, I haven’t promised them anything specific, so now our Dubhe Pavilion is quite wealthy."

"Disciples, listen to my command!"

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Zhang Yun, with her adorable and lovely demeanor, looked every inch like a young lady from a wealthy family.

Wearing a robe added a touch of seriousness, but the moment she cheered, the cute look she revealed made it impossible to remain serious while meeting her gaze.

"Present!"

To comply with Zhang Yun, Lin Yi and his group suppressed their laughter and replied cheerfully.

"Today is a great day for our Dubhe Pavilion. Why is it a great day? Our Dubhe Pavilion once stood proudly in the clouds and fell to the depths, facing destruction. But our Dubhe Pavilion will revive in the hands of its eighty-first successor, reaching unprecedented heights."

"And you, my lovely disciples, will build this supreme honor alongside your master!"

After energetically proclaiming this, Zhang Yun suddenly fell silent.

The entire Liuyun Hall instantly became quiet.

Moments later, a faint sound of sobbing emerged faintly.

The fall from the clouds to the depths, wasn’t it indeed about Zhang Yun herself?

In an age of carefree youth, she was forced to take on the responsibility of reviving Dubhe Pavilion.

This road had no one she could trust to accompany her, and those who spoke kindly were all scheming against her. Walking this path alone, who could know how much grievance she harbored in her heart?

This girl was only sixteen!

Hearing the increasingly clear sobs, Xiyue began to feel a little sorry for this young girl whose experiences were somewhat similar to her own.

Once, Xiyue had walked a similar path.

But the difference was that Xiyue had many reliable companions by her side, who would step forward to help her when she encountered setbacks and difficulties.

Just as Xiyue was about to step forward to comfort the young girl and say something like "we will stand by you through thick and thin," Zhang Yun suddenly raised her head, shook off the tears glistening in her eyes, and then smiled sweetly.

"Disciples, I got a bit too excited today and lost my composure. You’re not allowed to remember it, and certainly not to laugh!"

What Yunzhou Eight Hall, what Xiang Wuxing, were merely stepping stones on Lin Yi’s path to success.

Originally, Lin Yi planned to act low-key, quietly achieve his goals, and then leave Xiang Wuxing. But today, Lin Yi’s plan changed.

He decided to become the kind of meddlesome person he usually despised.

Tyrannizing the weak and bullying the helpless occurred without exception across the Three Realms and Six Paths.

The reason for acting was not due to Lin Yi’s saintly heart, but because this young girl, Zhang Yun, despite being in dire straits, still maintained a kind heart, treating Lin Yi and his group as if they were family.

He couldn’t ignore her problem.