I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong-Chapter 45 - 41 Re-sand Washing (Request for Follow-up Read)

Tian Lin’s selection of finds this time comprised some items that were not immediately useful, with only the fig being exceptionally precious.

After reaching the eighty-second floor, he immediately placed the fig into his mouth.

The sweet juice filled his taste buds and the powerful medicinal effects swiftly spread through his body.

Tian Lin directed this medicinal power to his Dantian, causing his Inner Strength to rapidly increase.

"Brother Tian truly is a mystery; every time I see you, you’re always eating something."

Bai Ye’s voice echoed from the eighty-second stair as he chuckled at the fruits in Tian Lin’s bag and asked:

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"Did you buy this peach from the Ghost Market? It’s quite big; can I have one, brother?"

Tian Lin opened his eyes and said, "Brother Bai, please help yourself."

Bai Ye grabbed a peach, rubbed off its fuzz, and said:

"This peach reminds me of my hometown where the peaches are even bigger and sweeter."

Actually, he hadn’t even tasted it yet; how would he know whether the peach in his hand was sweet or sour?

Just then, he bit into it with a ’crunch’ and immediately spat it out with a frown.

"Brother Tian, you’ve got good teeth indeed. This peach, I don’t know why it’s so sour!"

After finishing his sentence, he took the peach with a bitten part up to the ninety-fifth step, then threw the half peach upwards.

As soon as the peach reached the ninety-sixth step, it was instantly sliced into tiny pieces by a blade of light.

Tian Lin withdrew his gaze from Bai Ye and continued eating the fig to replenish his Inner Strength.

He did not know how long he had cultivated until he had digested all the peaches in the bag before finally opening his eyes.

Looking at the ninety-fifth step, a fat woman and Old Gou were meditating there.

Tian Lin stood up, and all three on the ninety-fifth step opened their eyes.

They watched Tian Lin ascend to the eighty-third step, then the eighty-fourth, and then the eighty-fifth.

It was not until Tian Lin stopped at the ninetieth step that the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The group was silent for a moment before Bai Ye burst out laughing:

"Brother Tian truly is a martial genius. Initially, when Han Li said you might likely become an Outer Disciple from a servant disciple, I didn’t believe it. Now seeing you, you indeed have much greater opportunities than the three of us."

"That may not necessarily be true. Climbing above the ninetieth level doesn’t purely depend on Inner Strength."

Old Gou’s expression alternated between cloudiness and clearness, saying, "In this world, many start out dazzling, only to end up indistinguishable from the masses—"

"It’s okay, Brother Tian is only fifteen years old, still having plenty of time to slowly ascend the Immortal Ladder."

Bai Ye spoke with deep meaning, "Unlike some people who are close to their end, fearing to even take the step onto the ninety-sixth level."

Old Gou suddenly stood up, glaring at Bai Ye, "What do you mean? I dare not ascend the ninety-sixth level, do you dare?"

Bai Ye just smiled, stood up, and looked towards Old Gou.

As a great battle seemed imminent, the fat woman hurriedly stood between the two:

"Both of you, we’ve known each other for years, there’s no need to start a war over a sentence or two."

Old Gou snorted coldly, turning his body aside, no longer responding to Bai Ye.

Bai Ye continued to smile, drawing his sword from his waist, then suddenly stepped onto the ninety-sixth step.

In an instant, numerous gazes fell on Bai Ye, who said after reaching the ninety-sixth step: "The ninety-sixth step is trivial, and the ninety-seventh shouldn’t be feared either."

Having said that, he was already on the ninety-seventh step.

"You, when did you ascend the ninety-seventh step?"

Old Gou disbelievingly watched Bai Ye, who looked down disparagingly:

"For someone cowardly like you, forget ever thinking about reaching the ninety-sixth level; as for me, I followed Han Li to the ninety-seventh level when he reached the ninety-eighth."

His words were astounding, and the fat woman couldn’t help asking, "When did Brother Han ascend the ninety-eighth step?"

Seeing that people were somewhat disbelieving, Bai Ye said:

"Han Li reached the ninety-sixth level the year before last, ascended the ninety-seventh last year. As for the ninety-eighth, he just got there yesterday."

Tian Lin frowned; he was always the earliest to come for cultivation each day.

But he never noticed Han Li ascending, perhaps because he was too focused.

"Having reached the ninety-eighth level, only one step is left. It looks like, among us four, Brother Han really is likely to become an Outer Disciple."

The fat woman said dreamily, "That’s an Outer Disciple indeed."

"Yes, that’s indeed an Outer Disciple!"

Old Gou added a word, his foot already reaching out to the ninety-sixth level.

But in everyone’s gaze, his initially descending right foot paused then retracted back.

He said, "No rush, no rush, I can still cultivate for a while longer, I’ll ascend when I’m confident!"

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"Now there’s no confidence in defeating Han Li.

Tian Lin is confident in reaching the ninety-fifth level, but at the ninety-fifth level, he would probably only be on par with Han Li in combat capability, and that’s also because he has fortified his body with other ’precious medicines’.

But Han Li has now reached level ninety-eight, just one step away from the final level.

Tian Lin had no confidence in defeating Han Li.

"But even if I can’t defeat Han Li, can’t I defeat others?"

The next morning, as the sound of partridges rose, Tian Lin and the crowd rushed to the riverbank.

Seeing Tian Lin without a basket, someone grabbed his arm and said, "Kid, didn’t I tell you not to—"

The man didn’t finish his sentence before Tian Lin grabbed his throat with a reverse hand.

Tian Lin heard the sound of wind behind his ear, without turning his head he kicked back, eliciting a cry of pain.

"What do you say, are you all going to gang up on me?"

Tian Lin threw the man he was holding, scanning the surrounding servant disciples.

These servant disciples all looked shocked, with hesitant expressions on their faces.

Only Zhao Si, whose face was already scabbed, cried out at this time: "Everyone together, don’t we have so many Grandmasters, are we still afraid of him?"

"Nobody lay a hand!"

Han Li stepped forward, his face stern: "Are you looking to trouble me by fighting here?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Tian Lin.

But before Han Li could speak, Tian Lin preempted: "Back then, when they drove me away, I asked you, Brother Han, not to interfere. Now that I want to come back, it’s okay if you don’t help me, but are you going to help them drive me away again?"

Han Li, who was full of words to persuade, was blocked by Tian Lin. His face turned red for a moment and he could only turn to the other servant disciples and say:

"I’m telling you all just one thing, no one should cause trouble in front of me."

The servant disciples grumbled discontentedly: "With him ’washing sand’ like that, how many Water Spirit Ore can we get in a day?"

Han Li said: "Washing Water Spirit Ore depends on each person’s ability, as long as he doesn’t violate the rules of the mining school, I have no reason to intervene in whatever he does."

Then Tian Lin said: "When everyone drove me away initially, no one cared if I was wronged. Now that I have returned, what right do you have to complain?"

"Alright, stop the nonsense, everyone start working."

With this statement from Han Li, the commotion finally came to an end.

Everyone watched helplessly as Tian Lin entered the river, only to follow behind him reluctantly.

To prevent servant disciples of the mining school from sneaking attacks, Han Li shoveled sand while keeping an eye on the movements of the servant disciples around him.

Everyone seemed a bit distracted, although they didn’t reduce the mud and sand loaded on their back.

But every time they saw Tian Lin emerging from the water, they felt that the value of the mud and the sand on their backs decreased, and the Water Spirit Ore in them grew scarcer.

This sand washing session, all the servant disciples of the mining school lost their usual cheer, except for Tian Lin.

"Alright, end of work!"

After Han Li shouted this, a group of servant disciples came ashore relieved.

They started sand washing eagerly, while Tian Lin handed his bag over to Han Li.

Han Li just weighed the bag and couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.

Tian Lin said with a laugh, "I am a Grandmaster now too, I can hold my breath underwater long enough, and my eyesight has improved since then."

He didn’t mention how much Water Spirit Ore he had washed, but after he left, the faces of the surrounding servant disciples grew even uglier.

One of the men washed the sand several times and, in frustration, threw the sand and sieve into the river, cursing:

"With him doing this, can we even get any Water Spirit Ore?"

"Damn it, after toiling all morning, not a single sieve came out with Water Spirit Ore."

Another man then looked at Han Li and said, "Brother Han, his Water Spirit Ore is with you. Tell us, how much Water Spirit Ore has he taken from us?"

Han Li remained silent; according to the rules, only the Supervisor knew how much Water Spirit Ore each person got each day, and servant disciples were forbidden to inquire about each other’s haul.

"Fine, if Brother Han refuses to speak and won’t help us, then let’s go to Manager San to complain."

Just as the servant disciple finished speaking, someone said, "Manager San won’t bother with this matter. As long as he receives the required amount of Water Spirit Ore every day, as long as he can ensure the amount he skims off for himself isn’t less, he won’t care who helped him wash the ore."

"Then let’s find Manager Chen, isn’t Tian from Manager Chen’s team?"

"You know Tian is Manager Chen’s man, so why would you go find Young Master Chen?"

After two suggestions were shot down, the man became anxious, "This won’t work, that won’t work, then whom do we turn to?"

"How about going to Little Yue!" Zhao Si’s eyes spun before he offered his plan:

"Although Tian Lin and the crazy woman Little Yue are both from Manager Chen’s team, it seems that the crazy woman doesn’t like Tian Lin much; I’ve definitely observed this."

The crowd glanced at each other, thinking Zhao Si’s idea might be good.

Then someone said: "Only, who shall we send to find Miss Yue?"

After speaking, that person looked towards Zhao Si: "Brother Zhao Si, among us, you’re the only one who has dealt with Miss Yue, and you two seem quite familiar; it looks like we’ll need you to take a trip up the mountain."

Zhao Si’s face changed drastically, touching the scar on his face and cursing: "Which of your eyes saw that I have a relationship with that crazy woman? I won’t go, even if I were to be beaten to death, I absolutely won’t go."

Then someone said harshly: "Fine, if you don’t go, don’t blame us for letting out that you called Miss Yue a ’crazy woman’ behind her back—

We may not kill you, but Miss Yue probably won’t let you off."

Zhao Si’s face changed, and suddenly he felt the scar on his face start to hurt again, probably because it got wet and hadn’t completely healed yet.