Chapter 304 The Sixth Disciple
"The desolate demon eye's lethality is extremely terrifying, and it can also cause considerable damage to the eyes of practitioners. Try not to use it unless necessary."

The old man had a complicated look on his face, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad, but he still gave Lin Dong instructions with a serious face.

"Disciple, keep this in mind."

Lin Dong quite agreed.

Although the mysterious stone talisman can eliminate negative effects, its powerful force is indeed not suitable for use in competitions.

Seeing this, the old man nodded and looked at Chen Zhen. After receiving the instruction, he did not hesitate any longer and announced loudly: "The winner of this fight has been decided. From now on, Lin Dong is the sixth direct disciple of the Desolate Palace!"

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar in the square. Countless disciples were in awe and vied with each other to discuss Lin Dong's performance. There was no doubt that the Desolate Demon Eye convinced them.

Under the gazes of everyone, Lin Dong and Fang Yun flew away from the arena one after another and landed on the platform behind the stone chair. Their faces were solemn, until they saw Lin Changqiang winking at them, they couldn't help but chuckle.

He became a direct disciple less than a month after entering the sect. It would be a lie to say that he was not excited. However, when he thought about how he could only look up to the disciples of the four major clans of the Great Yan Dynasty two or three years ago, he couldn't help but feel a little dreamy.

"Junior Brother Lin Dong, congratulations."

Lin Dong came back to his senses and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see that Senior Brother Pang Tong, who was usually serious, actually had a smile on his face. Jiang Hao and Song Zhou beside him smiled and nodded.

"Thank you very much, senior brothers. I hope you can take care of me in the future."

People respect me one foot, and I respect others ten feet.

Facing the congratulations from Pang Tong and others, Lin Dong would naturally not be stingy with his kindness. Having experienced all kinds of conspiracies and fighting during the Hundred Dynasties War, he was really happy with the atmosphere in the Desolate Palace.

After the greetings, Lin Dong sat cross-legged while the referee on the ring continued to preside over the moon competition.

The next competition was naturally not as grand as the first one, but the sight of so many disciples competing on the stage made many people excited and thrilled.

Even some disciples who originally had no intention of joining the fight could not help but go on stage to challenge. There was no punishment for losing anyway, and the scene on the ring was spectacular.

The largest number of disciples in the Deserted Palace are registered disciples. These disciples want to become formal disciples all the time, because only by becoming formal disciples can they have the qualifications to live on the mountains, where the vitality is the most abundant.

This monthly competition lasted for almost a whole day, and the final result made Chen Zhen and others quite satisfied. Among the tens of thousands of registered disciples, more than a hundred performed well and were successfully promoted to formal disciples. Among the formal disciples, eight also had considerable strength and became direct disciples.

Those who succeeded in the challenge were overjoyed, while those who failed were disappointed but not too upset. After all, in the Wilderness Palace and even in the entire Dao Sect, there was more than one way to get promoted. Even if one could not get promoted based on talent or strength, one could still do more tasks for the sect and make further progress through contributions.

When the moonlight enveloped the mountains, the square that had been bustling all day finally quieted down. Groups of disciples evacuated in an orderly manner, and the sound of breaking wind was incessant. Lin Changqiang finally stood up from the stone chair, stretched comfortably, and stretched his muscles.

"Hehehe, old man, I will gladly accept your heavenly spiritual treasure~"

Lin Changqiang revealed an evil smile, proudly threw the magic treasure in his hand into the air and caught it steadily. This was the heavenly magic treasure that Wudao lost to him - the Wind Spirit Jade Pendant.

He learned from the system's detection that this jade pendant was originally only a ground-level spiritual treasure, which could increase the user's speed by inputting energy, speeding up the use or absorption of the energy of heaven and earth, until a talisman master sealed a powerful strong wind into the jade pendant, which allowed it to evolve into a heaven-level spiritual treasure. Now the wind spirit jade pendant has not only greatly improved its original ability, but can also be used as a blasting artifact at a critical moment, catching the enemy off guard with a power close to that of a nine-element strike, such as deliberately letting the spiritual treasure be robbed when the opponent cannot defeat him...

"Get out!" Wudao's face was full of black lines, and he waved his hands at Lin Changqiang unhappily.

Lin Changqiang was not annoyed at all, but became more and more pleased. But just when he was about to leave to find Lin Dong, Wudao's voice sounded behind him again.

"Wait a minute."

"Ok?"

Lin Changqiang turned around with a questioning look.

"The Great Desolate Monument will be opened in three months. If you can successfully comprehend the Great Desolate Sutra, let alone one heavenly-grade spiritual treasure, I will directly urge Chen Zhen to give you three. But if you fail to comprehend it, you will have to practice in seclusion in the Desolate Palace in the days to come!"

Is there such a good thing?
Lin Changqiang opened his eyes wide and looked Wudao up and down.

Could it be that this old guy is afraid that after losing the bet, he will be devastated and unable to recover, thus delaying his cultivation?
Seeing Lin Changqiang's strange look, Wudao couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable, and immediately waved his hand like chasing away a fly: "Go, go, as soon as I see you I think of the Fengling Jade Pendant, get out of my sight quickly."

Wow, that’s easy to understand.

Lin Changqiang glanced at the system's favorable impression and couldn't help but laugh.

"Disciple obeys your command, Master Wudao, take care~"

He dragged out the last syllable of his words, and before he finished speaking he reunited with Lin Dong and flew off into the distance under the moonlight.

Wudao turned around to look at the backs of the two, snorted, and then rubbed his hands under Chen Zhen's amused eyes, and walked away with a flattering smile...

For the three heavenly-grade spiritual treasures, he owed Senior Brother Chen a lot of favors.

As the moon came to an end, the Desolate Palace returned to its former tranquility, and many disciples had more things to talk about. The topic of conversation was naturally the fight between Lin Dong and Fang Yun. At the same time, many disciples couldn't help but feel curious. Did Lin Changqiang, who also condensed the Desolate Seed within one day, also master the dangerous martial art of the Desolate Demon Eye?
The reputation of the two men rose rapidly. On weekdays, when the disciples of the Desolate Palace met, even the old disciples who had been in the sect for several years would respectfully call them senior brothers. However, for Lin Changqiang and Lin Dong, returning the greetings wherever they went was much more troublesome than before when no one was paying attention...

Su Kui, Man Shan and others who joined the Wilderness Palace together were very happy. Although the Wilderness Palace was relatively peaceful, there were bound to be frictions between the disciples, and there would always be factions.

Under normal circumstances, these newly joined disciples naturally have the lowest status. However, after knowing that Manshan and the others also came from the Great Yan Dynasty and that Su Rou and Lin Diao had a good relationship, the old disciples naturally would not look down on them and were very polite and gentle to the group.

Lin Changqiang and Lin Dong were naturally happy to see this. They had no intention of forming cliques, but if these old friends got into trouble, they would naturally not stand idly by.

The lives of the two finally settled down. They spent most of their time in the martial arts hall. Under the envious gazes of countless disciples, they gathered in front of Huangshi and absorbed his energy to their heart's content. Even if they went out occasionally, they mostly returned to the Lin family to relax a little, thus achieving a balance between work and rest.

(End of this chapter)