The news that Lin Mo, the once useless outer disciple with no spiritual roots, had defeated Wang Hu with a single punch spread like wildfire throughout the entire outer sect of Qingyun Sect.
In less than half an hour, almost all the three hundred outer disciples had heard the shocking story.
Many of them rushed to the corridor outside Lin Mo's wooden house, whispering and pointing at him with expressions of disbelief, curiosity, and even fear.
In Qingyun Sect, the outer sect was the lowest level of the entire sect.
All the disciples here were either from poor mortal families, or had extremely poor cultivation qualifications, or simply had no spiritual roots at all.
Most of them could only spend their entire lives in the outer sect, doing chores such as chopping firewood, carrying water, and planting spirit herbs. They would never have the chance to break through to the inner sect, let alone become real powerful cultivators.
And among all these outer disciples, Lin Mo had always been the bottom of the bottom.
He had no family background, no backing, no cultivation resources, and the most desperate thing—he had no spiritual roots.
In the entire world of cultivation, spiritual roots were the foundation of cultivation.
Without spiritual roots, one could not absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at all, let alone practice exercises, break through realms, or use magical powers.
A person without spiritual roots was destined to be a mortal for his entire life, a useless trash in the eyes of all cultivators.
For more than a year, Lin Mo had lived in endless humiliation and bullying.
He was beaten, mocked, robbed of his only food and spirit stones, and even used as a punching bag by stronger outer disciples.
Wang Hu was just one of the many bullies who often attacked him.
In his past life, Lin Mo endured all of this silently.
He was weak, he was afraid, and he had no ability to resist.
In the end, he was beaten to death by Wang Hu and his lackeys just because he accidentally picked up a low-grade spirit stone on the ground.
But now, everything was different.
Lin Mo stood at the door of his wooden house, his eyes calm and deep, like a pool of cold water that would never ripple.
He looked at the noisy crowd of disciples in front of him, but he did not show any emotion, as if he was looking at a group of meaningless ants.
Many disciples felt a chill in their hearts when they met his eyes.
They could not understand why a useless trash who had been bullied all year round had changed so much in just one night.
His eyes were no longer timid, no longer humble, no longer desperate.
Instead, they were filled with a kind of cold confidence and sharpness that only real strong men possessed.
"Is that really Lin Mo? He looks completely different!"
"I can't believe it! He beat Wang Hu with one punch! Wang Hu is at the Mortal Realm Level 2!"
"Is he hiding his strength all the time? But everyone knows he has no spiritual roots!"
"Without spiritual roots, he can't cultivate at all. How can he defeat a cultivator?"
The discussions among the disciples grew louder and louder.
Some were curious, some were suspicious, and some were even jealous.
Lin Mo did not care about their words at all.
He had experienced life and death, and he had been reborn with the Max-Level Godly Cultivation System.
The thoughts and eyes of these weak outer disciples were meaningless to him.
His goal was not to stay in the outer sect and become a little stronger, but to climb to the top of the entire immortal world, to trample all those who had humiliated him under his feet, and to become the strongest existence in the Xuanhuang World.
Just as Lin Mo was about to turn around and enter the house to continue his cultivation, a loud and arrogant shout suddenly came from the end of the corridor.
"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way!"
A group of young men swaggered over, pushing aside the surrounding disciples without any mercy.
The leader was a tall young man with a fierce face, wearing a slightly better outer sect uniform than the others, and there was a faint black tiger pattern embroidered on his sleeve.
This was the symbol of the Wang Family, a small mortal family that had some connections with Qingyun Sect.
Wang Hu was from this family, and the young man leading the group was Wang Hu's cousin—Wang Biao.
Wang Biao was even stronger than Wang Hu.
He had already reached the Mortal Realm Level 3 half a year ago, and he was one of the top experts among the outer disciples.
He had always been arrogant and domineering, relying on his family's small influence and his own cultivation strength to run amuck in the outer sect.
Almost no one dared to provoke him.
When the surrounding disciples saw Wang Biao coming, they all stepped back in fear, not daring to say a word.
They knew that Wang Biao must have come for Lin Mo because of Wang Hu being beaten.
A big fight was about to break out.
Wang Biao walked through the crowd, his eyes like knives, staring straight at Lin Mo.
His face was full of anger and killing intent.
"Lin Mo! You useless trash! How dare you hurt my cousin Wang Hu!"
Wang Biao's voice was loud and cold, echoing throughout the entire corridor.
All the disciples held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
They all looked at Lin Mo, thinking that this useless trash was definitely going to die this time.
Even if he could defeat Wang Hu, he could never defeat Wang Biao, who was at Mortal Realm Level 3!
In their eyes, Lin Mo was still a trash with no spiritual roots, a lucky guy who had won once by accident.
Lin Mo looked at Wang Biao calmly, without any fear on his face.
He even had a faint smile on his lips, a smile that was full of mockery.
"Wang Hu attacked me first, robbed my resources, and tried to beat me to death," Lin Mo said slowly, his voice clear and cold.
"I just fought back in self-defense. If you think this is wrong, then you can come and try."
These words were extremely calm, but they were full of unmatched confidence.
Wang Biao was stunned for a moment, as if he could not believe his ears.
A useless trash with no spiritual roots actually dared to talk to him like this?
This was the first time he had been challenged by such a weak person since he entered Qingyun Sect!
Boiling anger instantly surged in his chest.
"Good! Very good!" Wang Biao laughed angrily, his eyes full of cruelty.
"I didn't expect that a trash like you would become so bold after hiding for a year! Since you want to die so badly, I will help you today!"
"I will break your arms and legs, throw you out of the sect, and let you die in the mouth of the wild beasts in the mountains!"
As soon as the words fell, Wang Biao moved!
He stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his body rushed toward Lin Mo like a fierce tiger.
His right fist was clenched tightly, and a faint white spiritual energy lingered on it.
This was the power of a Mortal Realm Level 3 cultivator!
In the eyes of all the disciples, Lin Mo was definitely going to be knocked out with one punch, or even killed directly!
But Lin Mo still stood there calmly, without moving a step.
He just looked at Wang Biao who was rushing towards him, his eyes still calm.
At the moment when Wang Biao's fist was about to hit his chest—
Lin Mo finally moved!
His body twisted slightly, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, easily dodging Wang Biao's full-strength punch.
Wang Biao's fist hit the empty air, and his body lost balance for a moment.
Before he could react, Lin Mo raised his right hand lightly and slapped it out!
Pa!
A clear and loud slap sounded throughout the corridor.
Wang Biao's body was directly sent flying by this slap!
He spun several times in the air and fell heavily to the ground five meters away.
A bright red five-finger print appeared on his left face, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Everyone present was completely petrified.
All the noise, all the discussions, all the breathing seemed to stop at this moment.
The whole corridor was dead silent.
All the outer disciples stared at the scene in front of them with their eyes wide open and their mouths open, as if they had seen a ghost.
Wang Biao!
Mortal Realm Level 3 expert!
The arrogant overlord of the outer sect!
He was… slapped away by Lin Mo with one slap?!
And Lin Mo was still standing there calmly, his clothes fluttering slightly, as if he had just done a trivial thing.
[Ding!]
[Host has suppressed Wang Biao with one slap!]
[Reward: 300 Cultivation Points!]
[Reward: Low-Grade Body Tempering Pill ×3!]
[System Store has been partially unlocked!]
A series of system prompts sounded in Lin Mo's mind.
But he did not care about the rewards at all.
He just looked down at Wang Biao who was lying on the ground, his eyes cold and indifferent.
This was just a small interest he charged for the humiliation of his past life.