Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises-Chapter 456 - 178: Confucian Sect (Part 3)

"Lin Zheyu asked.

The person’s aura is not weak, but compared to Luo Dinglong at the time, it falls short by quite a bit. He shouldn’t be the Bo Yi mentioned by Huang Youwei."

"I am Chang Dachun, here to seek guidance from you, to witness your prowess." Chang Dachun said calmly.

He is a disciple of Huang Baizhong’s disciple, and of the same generation as Huang Youwei.

Upon learning that Sect Leader Huang Baizhong has taken another disciple, he inexplicably gained a junior uncle, which made him quite unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Therefore, he decided to visit the other party to seek some guidance and witness the other’s strength.

"Weren’t you supposed to bring that Bo Yi over?"

Lin Zheyu turned his head to look at Huang Youwei standing aside.

"Bo Yi has gone out due to some matters, Brother Dachun’s strength is quite formidable, why don’t you spar with him first?"

"If you can’t even defeat Brother Dachun, then there’s no need for Brother Bo Yi to take action." Huang Youwei said with a smile.

"Oh, come in then."

Lin Zheyu stepped back two steps, making a gesture to invite him in.

He walked to the center of the courtyard, looked at Chang Dachun and said, "You go first, otherwise you might not get the chance later."

"Humph, arrogant!"

Chang Dachun snorted coldly, the aura of true intent surged around him, his steps forward caused his Qi Blood to surge.

Whoosh—

The palm struck out, accompanied by a trace of scorching heat in the swirling palm wind, aimed at Lin Zheyu’s face.

Bam!

Chang Dachun’s lips curled slightly as his palm descended toward Lin Zheyu’s face, but at the moment it landed, his expression changed dramatically.

The Lin Zheyu who was originally standing there suddenly disappeared from his sight.

Immediately, a fierce pain came from his chest, followed by a dull sound, and Chang Dachun was sent flying backward by a powerful force.

With a bang, he landed on the ground, looking quite miserable.

"Thanks for letting me win."

Lin Zheyu said.

At this moment, his demeanor changed dramatically, from an innocuously gentle scholar-like aura to a domineering, powerful presence.

He glanced at the remaining few people, and said indifferently, "Do any of you want to try?"

"No... no need."

The few of them shook their heads frantically, the weakest among them, Huang Youwei, even swallowed nervously.

Too strong.

The strength of Chang Dachun was considered good in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, but he had no power to resist, the gap between their strengths was indeed too vast.

"Is there anything else?" Lin Zheyu asked.

"No, nothing."

The few quickly lifted the fallen Chang Dachun and quickly left through the exit.

"Oh, you’re not leaving?"

Lin Zheyu looked at Huang Youwei, who stayed behind, curiously asked.

Huang Youwei didn’t have a good impression of this suddenly appeared senior uncle, logically speaking, he should have left with Chang Dachun and the others.

"Why should I leave?"

"Yuqing, serve the tea."

Huang Youwei snorted, sat down at the stone table beside the courtyard on his own, instructing Yuqing to serve tea.

"Oh, then you drink tea here, I’ll go out for a walk." Lin Zheyu said.

The Tyrannical True Intent was withdrawn, once again returning to an ordinary, gentle scholar-like appearance.

"Where are you going?"

Huang Youwei suddenly stood up.

"To the Forging Workshop to see the craftsmen, to have a set of heavy armor made." Lin Zheyu said.

"It’s no use going now."

"The craftsmen at the Forging Workshop only forge weapons for disciples of the Infinite Sect. Since you haven’t joined the sect yet and haven’t obtained an Identity Token, you can’t commission any weapon forging at the workshop."

"But if I’m there, there’s no problem."

Huang Youwei said with a sly smile, "However, if you agree to do something for me in the future, I’ll let the craftsmen at the Forging Workshop make it for you."

"How about it?"

"No deal."

"It’s no big deal to wait a few days for forging."

Lin Zheyu shrugged.

He didn’t know what this guy was planning.

But using a promise to let the other party assist him in seeking out the Forging Workshop, Lin Zheyu would have to be crazy to agree.

Helping Huang Youwei do something still remained uncertain, who knows what conditions this kid would come up with.

"Hey, don’t be hasty in refusing!"

"Fine, then without any promises to help me, I’ll let the Forging Workshop help you forge for free, okay?"

Huang Youwei quickly added.

"What were you scheming, you little rascal?" Lin Zheyu asked curiously.

He didn’t believe this guy would be so kind-hearted.

Wait a minute, Lin Zheyu suddenly remembered, when Huang Youwei saw his strength just now, his eyes sparkled.

This kid might have used Chang Dachun to test his strength. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

’Could it be, Huang Youwei is planning to make me his enforcer?’ Lin Zheyu guessed, he thought it was highly possible.

"No, absolutely not."

"Mr. Yang instructed me to familiarize you with the sect, I must perform my duty diligently."

Huang Youwei said with a sly smile.

"Alright then."

"By the way, what status does Mr. Yang hold in the sect, why does everyone respect him so much, even Mr. Huang holds him in such high regard?"

Lin Zheyu asked curiously.

"Mr. Yang was the former Grand Elder of Bitao Pavilion, once had the strength at the Grandmaster level, but later was seriously injured and his strength dropped to the Peak of Transforming Force."

"In terms of generational status, my grandfather has to call Mr. Yang as Teacher-Uncle, what do you think his status is?" Huang Youwei said.

Lin Zheyu was quite surprised to hear this, he didn’t expect Mr. Yang’s status to be so high.

"How old is Mr. Yang this year?" Lin Zheyu asked curiously.

"Probably two hundred thirty-something or two hundred forty-something, I’m not sure exactly." Huang Youwei said.

"Over two hundred years old, hmm, such an old age and still so powerful. Imagine how terrifying his strength must have been when he was young."

Lin Zheyu sighed to himself.