After Feng Yueyao left, Ye Lingyun gripped the medallion tightly and walked out of the courtyard.
The most important thing right now was to cultivate and get stronger. He suspected that he and Feng Yueyao weren't the only ones reborn,someone else had likely returned as well and recognized him. Lin Yanchen was probably just a pawn sent to test him.
"At this time in my past life, I was still taking the Sect entrance exams. I wonder if Xue Lang is doing okay on his own..."
Soon, he arrived at a massive building: the Treasure Pavilion.
The Pavilion had five floors. Outer disciples could only enter the first, inner disciples the second, outer elders the third, and inner elders the fourth. The fifth floor was reserved for the Sect Leader or royalty like Feng Yueyao. However, any disciple who made a great contribution could be granted an exception to enter the higher floors.
Ye Lingyun walked forward and showed the crimson-gold medallion. When the elder guarding the gate saw the word "Yue" (Moon), his expression changed instantly, and he straightened up respectfully. "So you are the Eldest Princess's disciple! Please, come in!"
Nearby disciples began to whisper among themselves.
"Hey, is that the guy the Princess took as a disciple a few days ago?"
"Yeah, his name is Ye Lingyun. Princess Yueyao never cares about outside matters and no one expected her to suddenly take an outer disciple as her student."
Just then, the System's voice rang in his head.
[Loading task...]
[Ding! Detected the aura of a 'Child of Fortune', Yang Jian!]
[Triggered Task: Steal Yang Jian's Destiny!]
[Description: Yang Jian is in the First Floor area and is about to obtain the King-Grade spirit weapon, the 'Blazing Spear'. This is a key part of his rise to power. The Host must stop him and steal the weapon.]
[Reward: 20000 Points + Saint-Grade 'Dragon Scale Armor'!]
[Armor Description: A top-tier defense artifact that can block a full-power strike from a Saint-level expert!]
Yang Jian? Ye Lingyun remembered that name. In his past life, Yang Jian hadn't become a Great Emperor, but he was a famous powerhouse and a very difficult enemy in the rival camp.
A "Child of Fortune" was like the main character of a novel, someone born with heaven-defying luck, usually with a secret "gold finger" like an old spirit living in a ring, destined to rise to the top.
"So you're in the Phoenix Sect too? This is getting interesting. Let's start settling the grudges of my past life with you." Ye Lingyun cracked his knuckles and smiled to himself.
...
In a remote corner of the first floor.
A young man bent over, pushing aside piles of old weapons. His eyes were fixed on a rusty long spear.
Yang Jian whispered to the ring on his finger, "Teacher, is this the treasure you mentioned?"
The ring flashed, and an excited voice rang in his mind. "Yes! That's it! Even though it's covered in rust, those patterns belong to the King-Grade 'Blazing Spear'! You must get it. With this, I'm confident you'll take first place in the upcoming Nine-Sect Competition!"
Yang Jian was thrilled. He reached for the spear, but suddenly, a hand reached out and snatched it away.
Yang Jian turned around and saw a disciple in outer sect robes. Holding back his anger, he snapped, "Junior brother, there is a certain order to things. I found this spirit weapon first."
Ye Lingyun smiled slightly. "This weapon was just lying in a corner with no owner. How is it yours?"
Yang Jian took a deep breath. Fine, he's just an outer disciple. He assumed Ye Lingyun was a failure who had been kicked out of the entrance exams and was only at the Qi Refining stage. Yang Jian, however, was already in the middle stage of Foundation Building. Dealing with a "loser" would be easy.
"Idiot, you brought this on yourself," Yang Jian sneered. He lunged at Ye Lingyun, his palm glowing with green energy as he struck at Ye Lingyun's chest.
"Green Sparrow Palm!" He already imagined Ye Lingyun being sent flying, coughing up blood. But the moment his hand was about to hit, it passed right through!
"An afterimage?!" Yang Jian's pupils shrank.
At the same time, the old voice in his head screamed, "Watch out! He's behind you!!"
Ye Lingyun appeared behind Yang Jian, his right fist glowing with deep blue flames. This was one of his self-created skills from his past life: The Nether Ghost Fire Punch! Yang Jian had no time to defend. At the last second, a golden protective shield appeared around his body.
BOOM!
The blue flame hit the shield with a loud explosion, sending old weapons flying everywhere. Cracks appeared on the golden shield before it shattered with a loud "snap," vanishing into light.
"As expected of a Child of Fortune, you're hard to kill!" Ye Lingyun muttered.
Yang Jian stared at the fading blue flames, his voice trembling. "You... you're also at the Foundation Building stage?! Who are you??"
He couldn't understand how the Phoenix Sect suddenly had such a ruthless outer disciple.
The old voice in the ring spoke seriously. "Yang Jian, this kid is not simple! His flames carry a heavy scent of death. That's not a normal Phoenix Sect technique!"
Ye Lingyun looked at the terrified Yang Jian and gave a cold laugh. He slowly raised his hand, the Nether Fire flickering in his palm.
"You can save your questions for the afterlife."