When Lin Yun returned to the dormitory of Yuzhou Wu Mansion, Lin Ying, who had practiced all night, was exhausted and lying on the bed dripping with sweat.
When she saw Lin Yun returning, she instantly became energetic. She immediately jumped out of bed and playfully said to Lin Yun, "Brother Yun, you haven't had breakfast yet? Xiaoying will make porridge for you right away."
Lin Yun placed the two brocade boxes on the ground and said gently to Lin Ying: "You have been practicing the "Nine Yin Cold Sutra" all night last night and you are exhausted. Go and have a rest quickly and don't worry about me."
Lin Ying shook her head stubbornly, stuck out her tongue at Lin Yun, and ignored Lin Yun's persuasion and started cooking porridge on her own.
Lin Yun also knew Lin Ying's character, so he immediately sat down to set up the magic circle without any further persuasion.
"By the way, Brother Yun, the deacon just came to inform that the Wu Mansion is convening new disciples and announcing something in the lecture hall. All new disciples must arrive at noon today." Lin Ying seemed to remember something and said to her while making porridge.
Lin Yun said.
"Really? I understand."
At the same time as Lin Yun replied, the formation of the magic circle had been completed.
Lin Yun immediately started to use the magic circle to refine the soul infant grass into essence.
After the essence was refined, Lin Yun drank it all, then sat cross-legged and meditated, and started running the "Immortal Divine Body" for the second purification.
Because the amount of soul infant grass essence this time was too large, Lin Yun could not fully absorb it in a short period of time, so he could only seal the energy of the essence in his body, gather at the Ju Lecture Hall first, and then slowly refine it when he was free.
At noon, Lin Yun had sealed all the energy of the soul infant grass essence.
He exhaled hot breath from his mouth and stood up from the ground.
Turning around, I saw a bowl of hot eight-treasure porridge on the counter beside me.
On the bed next to her, Lin Ying was immersed in a sweet sleep.
The red quilt slid down a little, not completely covering her delicate body, exposing her smooth white shoulders.
The sun shone on her smooth shoulders, making the already fair and delicate skin even more crystal clear, like a breathtakingly beautiful sleeping beauty.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Lin Yun suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.
It was a feeling of doting on the girl in front of him.
It's like a brother's doting on his sister, but it's not exactly like that. There is also a special feeling that goes beyond the love between brother and sister.
Lin Yun knew that this sentiment was not his own, but that of the original owner of this body.
Lin Yun inherited the memory of the original owner, and also inherited his emotions.
Lin Yun didn't think much. He quietly walked to the bed, stretched out his hand to pull up the red quilt, and quietly covered Lin Ying. Then he picked up the eight-treasure porridge, drank it, and left the bedroom quietly.
After passing through the long corridor, Lin Yun headed west and quickly headed to the lecture hall.
When Lin Yun arrived at the Ju Lecture Hall, many disciples were already sitting in the Ju Lecture Hall, but the elders and deacons of Wu Mansion had not arrived yet.
Lin Yun made a rough estimate and found that there were nearly a hundred disciples present.
Almost all of these disciples are in the second-level warrior realm. They are obviously new disciples who have just entered the martial arts palace. The most senior ones are only one or two years old.
Lin Yun walked into the lecture hall and found a seat to sit down.
Among the many disciples present, Lin Yun seemed very inconspicuous, and almost no one noticed him.
However, there was a young man whose eyes were always watching him.
"Lin Yun, it is indeed you."
When Lin Yun heard someone calling his name, he turned around and looked around, and saw a young man with fine features and fine features.
This young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He had a gentle appearance and the appearance of a frail scholar. It was difficult for people to think that he was a warrior in the second-level warrior realm.
Lin Yun was no stranger to the young man in front of him, because he was Mu Yangquan, the son of Qingyun City Lord Mu Qingyun.
Mu Yangquan was the runner-up in the last martial arts examination in Qingyun City. He was recruited into the Yuzhou Martial Arts Mansion together with Liu Tianliang, and his ranking has always been about the same as Liu Tianliang.
Although Mu Yangquan is the son of Qingyun City Lord, his character is not domineering at all. Instead, he is very cowardly, not like the son of the City Lord at all.
After entering Yuzhou Wufu, he was even more cautious, tolerant and never dared to cause trouble.
Because he knew very well that he was one of the top geniuses in Qingyun City, but in the Yuzhou Martial Palace where all geniuses gathered, he was just an ordinary disciple.
Seeing a fellow from Qingyun City, Mu Yangquan seemed a little excited: "I just heard a few days ago that you won the martial arts championship in Qingyun City. I thought it would take a while for you to get started, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.
That’s it for getting started.”
Because it had been a few days since Lin Yun won the martial arts championship, Mu Yangquan subjectively thought that Lin Yun had arrived at the Yuzhou Martial Arts Mansion a long time ago and had been trying to pass the entrance examination these days.
"It took me a whole month to pass the entrance examination. I didn't expect you to pass the entrance examination in just a few days."
While speaking, Mu Yangquan couldn't help but cast admiring glances at Lin Yun.
From Mu Yanggu's point of view, it was really remarkable that he could pass the entrance examination in a few days.
But Mu Yangquan didn't know that Lin Yun had been in Qingyun City for the past few days and didn't arrive at Yuzhou Wufu until the day before yesterday.
Moreover, Lin Yun passed the assessment directly on the day he arrived at Yuzhou Wufu. The actual assessment took only two seconds.
Lin Yun didn't bother to explain these things. He just said "Oh" in a casual way and said nothing more.
Mu Yangquan wanted to say something else, but at this moment, the lecture hall suddenly became quiet.
"The elder is here."
Lin Yun turned his head to look around and saw a white-haired old man walking into the lecture hall with several young men.
The white-haired old man was wearing a white robe and holding a thick book in one hand. Although he was over seventy years old, he looked energetic and exuded a powerful aura.
However, his realm has reached the peak of the third-level martial arts master. He is higher than Lu Yi in cultivation. Obviously, he has a very high status among the elders of the outer sect.
Several young men were all in their thirties, ninth-level warriors, and were obviously deacons.
"My name is Chen Sihan, and I am an outer elder of Wu Mansion." The white-haired old man introduced himself first, and then announced some important matters to the disciples present.
The things he announced were all related to the adjustment of resource allocation.
Because the number of martial arts disciples is increasing, cultivation resources are becoming increasingly scarce, so resources have been adjusted.
The distribution of cultivation resources is no longer like before, so all outer disciples are treated equally.
Today's resource distribution is entirely based on ranking.
The higher the ranking, the more resources will be allocated to the disciples.
Disciples ranked lower will be allocated fewer resources.
If you want to allocate more resources, disciples must practice harder and achieve a higher ranking in the ranking battle at the end of the month.