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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In the deep mountains, there was a huge rock that was about one zhang tall and three to four zhang wide. In the middle of the waterfall, there was a huge rock that was about one zhang in size. A teenager was standing on top of the rock and waving the sword in his hand.

With each swing of his sword, sparks flew from the boulder. With a "boom, boom" sound, the water from the waterfall fell from over a hundred feet high, continuously hitting the youth's body. However, the youth seemed like a person who was fine.

Even the Xiantian Realm cultivators would be knocked to the side if they weren't used to it, but the young man in front of them was still practicing his swordsmanship under the waterfall as if he was fine, while his whole body was constantly enduring the huge impact. Under this huge impact, the young man's sword did not slow down because of this, and as the sword continued to dance in the air, waves of ripples formed and the young man was surrounded by countless of waves, like a flower of immortals. At this moment, the sky was filled with huge explosions, causing the surrounding water pillars to form.

"Clap ~ ~ Clap ~ ~ Clap ~ ~"

A column of water shot up into the sky. By this time, the youth had already reached the shore with a few leaps. Looking at the water pillars that filled the sky, his eyes lit up as he muttered to himself, "The Lone Nine Swords is indeed extraordinary. The more I practice, the more profound I feel that there is no end. I don't know what realm I have reached."

After he had broken through to the eighth level of the Refinement Realm, he had not returned to the Lin Family and had instead practiced his sword arts in the waterfall. According to Lin Que's knowledge from his previous life, if he wanted to increase the speed of his sword arts, it was undoubtedly a good method for him to practice in the water. With the aid of water resistance, he would be able to improve his sword arts.

It has already been twenty-four days since I entered the forest for training. The Family Competition is going to start in two days, and it's time for me to return. I wonder what kind of expression the majority of the clan members will have when I get to the first place. After all, in their eyes, if a good-for-nothing suddenly turned out to be a genius, then there must be a lot of people who could not come up with a solution for the current situation, and by that time, Lin Buqun should have already reached the Houtian ninth stage!

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He looked around at the thatched cottage that he had lived in for several months. Sighing slightly, he walked towards the outskirts of the forest where the Soaring Dragon City was located.

He gazed into the distance, towards a majestic city that looked similar to a lizard. This was the imperial city of the Great Gan Nation, Soaring Dragon City, where the Lin Family resided.

"Young hero, you must be an adventurer!" He was quite familiar with the profession of an adventurer. Most adventurers were rogue cultivators who did not have any background, and they would travel back and forth between countries to accept missions issued by others, which would allow them to earn a lot of money. Some of them would even hunt demon beasts in the forests or go to various places to take risks, in short, there were many adventurers in various countries.

"I wonder if this Young Hero is interested in becoming the guard of our Chamber of Commerce and escorting us to the Great Zhao?" The middle-aged man kindly invited.

Lin Bufan shook his head. He was going home to participate in the Family Competition right now. He wanted to go out and gain experience, but not now. The middle-aged man was still unwilling to give up and said, "Young Hero, if he finds the commission too low, I can give you another 30%."

Lin Bufan looked at the middle-aged man in the carriage and said: "Thank you for your kind intentions, Uncle. I do not plan on leaving the Soaring Dragon City for a short period of time." After which, he turned around and walked into the city gate. As he gazed at Lin Bufan's departing back, the middle-aged man lightly sighed, "With such powerful Qi and blood, his cultivation must be astonishing. If he can escort us, our trip would be safer."

Lin Bufan approached the Lin Clan and looked at the Lin Clan general's gates. He was dressed in black and wore a bamboo hat. After training in the forest for three months, his skin had long since turned a pale yellow. As soon as he entered the general's manor, the guard shouted, "Young Master Bufan is back!" After that, he took the initiative to welcome Lin Bufan and receive his bag and black sword. Lin Bufan found it strange, since when did the guards become so enthusiastic? What he did not know was that his father, Lin Zhentian, had already announced him to be the Lin Family's next Patriarch.

Along the way, he had asked about many of the recent events that had happened in the Lin Family, the majority of which were related to the Family Competition and the Patriarch's successor, while Lin Bi Yao and Lin Buqun had both broken through to the Houtian ninth stage last month. This was not surprising to Lin Bufan, the most surprising thing was that his father would announce him to be the only successor of the Lin Family. Ever since he found out from his father about the rise and fall of the clan, his dream was to establish a powerful cultivation country in the illusory cultivation world.