Jiang Yun didn't expect that Chen Si's resistance to attacks would be so weak, and he actually vomited blood and fainted from just a few words. This left him somewhat speechless and in a mix of emotions. He wondered, as an adult, shouldn't he understand that in the world of struggles, there's always a price to pay? The latest and fastest updates.
Through this battle, Jiang Yun not only solidified his position as the top outer disciple, but also softened some of the prejudice that other outer disciples held against him. Even though he didn't enjoy socializing, he still felt a sense of belonging to the Sky Sword Sect.
However, his cold and distant image had already taken root in people's minds, and at this moment, nobody dared to come up and greet him except for Li Da Dan.
"Your strength has improved again. Congratulations," Jiang Yun sincerely said as he looked at Li Da Dan.
A faint smile appeared on Jiang Yun's face, and he asked, "Is the injury on your face alright? Do you need some medicinal water?"
Li Da Dan shook his head and replied, "No need, it's fine."
After a brief chat with Li Da Dan, Jiang Yun returned to his residence. However, before he could even sit down comfortably, someone knocked on his door. Resignedly, he stood up to answer it.
"Why is it you?" Jiang Yun looked surprised as he saw Fen Lun at the door. He couldn't fathom why Fen Lun would be here to see him. They weren't particularly close.
"What's the matter? Are you planning to leave me standing at the door while we talk? At the very least, I'm your senior in terms of sect hierarchy. Have some manners," Fen Lun retorted, holding a wine gourd. He took a sip from it, lacking any semblance of elderliness.
"Come in," Jiang Yun allowed Fen Lun to enter the room. However, as he turned around, he suddenly sensed a strong sword intent directed at him from behind.
Instinctively, Jiang Yun utilized the Four Symbols Steps to evade the attack of this sword intent. The sword energy within him responded to the stimulus, surging outward and causing an immediate drop in the room's temperature.
"What do you mean by this?" Jiang Yun stared coldly at Fen Lun, his tone cautious.
Fen Lun had already put away the wine gourd at this point, and his eyes were clear as he looked at the sword intent emanating from Jiang Yun's body, making them shine with a terrifying brilliance.
"It seems you've truly comprehended sword intent. But why didn't you use it during the entry assessment?" Although Fen Lun had retracted his aura, Jiang Yun didn't dare to let his guard down. He had sensed the intense and unparalleled energy from behind just moments ago. It turned out that Fen Lun had used sword intent to propel the spit of wine out of his mouth. Even in this simple act, its power was surprisingly great. Jiang Yun managed to dodge it using his footwork, but the room's wall now had a new hole.
"With your strength, do you think I wouldn't have noticed if you had sword intent on you?" Jiang Yun replied ambiguously. At the time, his sword power had been sealed, and he believed he could evade Fen Lun's perception.
"So, are you saying that you only comprehended sword intent after joining the Sky Sword Sect?" Fen Lun pressed on, internally marveling at Jiang Yun's talent. Within less than half a year, Jiang Yun had managed to grasp sword intent, a truly remarkable aptitude.
"Yes," Jiang Yun nodded. He and Fen Lun weren't well-acquainted, so he naturally wouldn't reveal the truth to Fen Lun. Caution was key, as per his personal rules.
Fen Lun's expression turned serious as he looked at Jiang Yun. Suddenly, his entire aura trembled, and a power that Jiang Yun had never experienced before enveloped him. It felt as if an enormous mountain had instantly pressed down on him, leaving him struggling for breath.
Jiang Yun had once sensed Luo Qi's aura, but compared to the current Fen Lun, Luo Qi's aura seemed worlds apart. At this moment, Jiang Yun could clearly feel his body becoming motionless due to the solidification of the air.
"Are you willing to become my disciple?"
Fen Lun's words came out slowly, one by one, and with each word spoken, Jiang Yun felt the pressure behind him increasing. By the time Fen Lun finished speaking, Jiang Yun's waist was already arching due to the overwhelming burden. He felt like a shrimp, his entire being strained.
Rage surged within Jiang Yun. Fen Lun's intentions were far from that of a master accepting a disciple; he was clearly relying on his own strength to try to tame Jiang Yun.
"And if I say no?" Jiang Yun's voice trembled with anger. If he agreed to become Fen Lun's disciple in this manner, he wouldn't be Jiang Yun anymore. His pride would never allow him to compromise his self-respect due to pressure and accept a master.
Fen Lun's expression darkened slightly, and he coldly snorted, saying, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
The pressure on Jiang Yun grew heavier. Cold sweat trickled down his face, but the unwavering determination in his eyes remained unhidden.
"You injured Chen Si of the Yan Yue Sect. Do you think the members of the Yan Yue Sect won't come after you? The Yan Yue Sect has always been protective of its own, and combined with Chen Si's special status, they will definitely seek trouble with you. If you're just an outer disciple of the Sky Sword Sect, do you think you'll have it easy?" Fen Lun tried coercion, and when that didn't work, he shifted to temptation, saying, "If you become my disciple, I will certainly protect you. Otherwise, you know what could happen, hehe."
"Hmph, have I, Jiang Yun, ever been afraid of trouble?" Jiang Yun retorted stubbornly, "Forcing someone to become a disciple in this manner, don't you find it shameless?"
Fen Lun took a sip of wine and said, "Hmph, old man's interest in your aptitude and talent is your good fortune. Don't fail to recognize it."
"Do you not understand that accepting a master should be based on mutual willingness?" The pressure on Jiang Yun increased, nearly breaking his back. But Fen Lun still showed no signs of releasing his aura. In desperation, Jiang Yun proposed, "Here's an idea. Let's make a bet. If you win, I'll be your disciple. If I win, you can't force me to become your disciple."
Fen Lun frowned, pondering, and looked at Jiang Yun, asking, "What kind of bet?"
"Release your pressure first."
After Jiang Yun said that, Fen Lun retracted his aura. Jiang Yun felt the pressure on his body instantly vanish. He plopped onto the bed, gasping for breath, and continued, "You mentioned that the Yan Yue Sect will trouble me. If I can handle their problems, I win. Conversely, if I fail, I lose. How about that?"
Fen Lun thought it over. This time, the Yan Yue Sect members who came to the Sky Sword Sect were led by Hai Yu Long, who had the fieriest temper. Jiang Yun had injured Chen Si and arrogantly claimed that the Yan Yue Sect's outer disciples were all trash. Hai Yu Long would definitely not swallow this humiliation and would find ways to make trouble for Jiang Yun. While Jiang Yun had some strength, facing Hai Yu Long would likely leave him with no chance of victory.
"Alright, if that's the case, then I'll agree," Fen Lun finally said.
With Fen Lun's agreement, Jiang Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to endure Fen Lun's oppressive aura again. Moreover, Fen Lun's attitude was truly unbearable. To think he would use such methods to accept disciples – his character was probably not up to par. Jiang Yun had no choice but to proceed this way for now, and then find a way to dismiss him.