"Die." Li Lin's figure swiftly vanished from the spot, charging towards the seriously injured young man in fine clothes. If he killed this person, the Rakshasa Gate would be enraged, bringing disaster upon the Flying Spirit Gate. Neither Huang Haibo nor Zhou Yuhou could escape Rakshasa Gate's retaliation.

"Stop." A figure swiftly leaped from above, appearing beside the young man in fine clothes, surrounded by a blue halo.

"Huang Haibo." Li Lin immediately halted his attack. The newcomer was none other than Huang Haibo, an elder of the Flying Spirit Gate.

"What are you trying to do?" Huang Haibo looked coldly at Li Lin, his eyes filled with chill.

"Elder Huang, the Rakshasa Gate has bullied us to our doorstep. Shouldn't we teach them a lesson? Are we from the Flying Spirit Gate supposed to just take it, like grandsons? Even if we're not as strong, we should still fight back, better than being humiliated and bullied like this," Li Lin said loudly, making sure the disciples of the Flying Spirit Gate heard him.

"Teach the entire Rakshasa Gate a lesson, damn it."

"We from the Flying Spirit Gate won't be easily bullied."

Many ordinary disciples couldn't help but shout out loud, feeling relieved to see someone from the Rakshasa Gate getting beaten, as they had often been bullied themselves.

"Everyone back off, or face the sect's discipline," Zhou Yuhou appeared on the scene, along with Zheng Ying, who had also arrived. Her surprised gaze stayed on Li Lin, having witnessed everything.

The ordinary disciples of the Flying Spirit Gate looked at Elder Huang and then at Li Lin. Due to the sect's rules, they reluctantly withdrew, knowing well the seriousness of the sect's punishments.

"You people from the Flying Spirit Gate have a lot of nerve, daring to injure our third senior brother. The Rakshasa Gate won't let this go," said the Rakshasa Gate disciples, helping up the injured young man, glaring at Elder Huang and the others.

"Take your people and leave, or I won't be polite," Zheng Ying frowned and said to the Rakshasa Gate disciples.

Hearing the elder of the Flying Spirit Gate speak, the Rakshasa Gate disciples, already demoralized, glared at Li Lin and the others before retreating in a panic, supporting the young man in fine clothes.

"Brother, are you alright?" Li Xintong ran to Li Lin's side. The recent events had been shocking to her, and from that moment, she dreamt of becoming as strong as her brother.

"I'm fine," Li Lin said, holding Li Xintong's hand.

"What's your name, and who exactly are you?" Huang Haibo coldly asked Li Lin.

"Elder Huang, my name is Li Lin, a disciple taken in by the master. I've already told you," Li Lin said indifferently.

"What a joke. The martial skill you just used is not from our Flying Spirit Gate. You still claim to be a disciple taken in by the master?" Zhou Yuhou rebuked.

"Two elders, my brother truly is a disciple taken in by my father. I saw it with my own eyes. My father asked my brother to take care of me," Li Xintong spoke up.

"If Xintong says so, then it must be true," Zheng Ying spoke and then asked Li Lin, "Li Lin, which sect were you from before? The martial skill you just used, did my senior brother teach you, or did you learn it before?"

"Elder Zheng, disciple Li Lin. The martial skill I used just now was learned by chance before, without any sect affiliation. I met my master in the Misty Mountain Range. He said I had an exceptional talent for cultivation and insisted on taking me as a disciple. So, I accepted, but who knew my master would later..." Li Lin sighed, secretly lamenting that his plan to kill the young man in fine clothes was ruined by Huang Haibo's sudden appearance.

Listening to Li Lin's self-praise, Li Xintong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"If you are a disciple taken in by our senior brother, then you are naturally a disciple of the Flying Spirit Gate. Our strength is weak, and with your master's situation..." Zheng Ying sighed slightly, "It's better for you to cause less trouble in the future. It's not that we at the Flying Spirit Gate are weak by nature, but our strength is indeed lacking. A small mistake could lead to our downfall."

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"I understand," Li Lin said softly, aware that the strength of the Flying Spirit Gate was indeed weak. The fact that they had managed to survive on the edge of the ancient region without being annihilated was probably a miracle.

"Everyone, disperse," Zheng Ying told the dozen or so personal disciples around her, her eyes expressing indescribable melancholy.

The crowd slowly dispersed. Zhang Mingtao approached Li Lin: "Junior brother, your strength is really impressive. The man from the Rakshasa Gate was no match for you."

"Brother is naturally amazing. When I grow up, I want to be as powerful as brother," Li Xintong said, looking up with a determined gaze in her eyes.

"We need to be more careful from now on," Li Lin told Zhang Mingtao. Having just displayed his strength, he knew that Huang Haibo and Zhou Yuhou would pay more attention to him, making it not easy to deal with them.

"Right, I will investigate in secret who killed our master," Zhang Mingtao said.

"Senior brother."

"Nice to meet you, senior brother."

When the two returned to their residence, they found many ordinary disciples who had been waiting for them. Upon seeing Zhang Mingtao and Li Lin, the disciples crowded around them, visibly excited.

"Why are you all here?" Zhang Mingtao asked in surprise.

"We came to see our senior brother. We don't yet know this senior brother's name," a bald, chubby disciple pushed through the crowd to speak.

Li Lin remembered this bald, chubby disciple, who had been one of the loudest in cheering earlier.

"From now on, you can just call him junior brother," Zhang Mingtao said with a smile.

"Hello, junior brother," all the ordinary disciples shouted in unison. Although Li Lin had only been at the Flying Spirit Gate for less than a day, he had already become like family in the hearts of these ordinary disciples, who began to admire him. After so many years, this was the first time someone dared to teach the Rakshasa Gate a lesson.

"There's no need for formalities," Li Lin said with a slight smile, realizing that he had unexpectedly gained a certain status among these ordinary disciples.

"Junior brother, what level was the martial skill you just used? Was it a high-level star grade?"

"It's a pity Elder Huang intervened, otherwise, we could have taught those from the Rakshasa Gate a good lesson, damn it."

"Junior brother is amazing, able to defeat someone from the Rakshasa Gate. He is a martial artist, after all."

The crowd immediately burst into excited discussion, as if they had just vented their own frustrations.

"It's bad, Sun Yuan can't hold on any longer, his injuries are too severe."

A slim young man ran over in a panic, his expression filled with urgency.

"What? I'll go check." Zhang Mingtao immediately became anxious, and everyone hurried over.

It wasn't far. Li Lin followed the crowd through several stone paths to another palace building, which seemed somewhat old and worn.

In one of the rooms, about ten anxious young men stood helplessly. On a wide bed, five pale-faced young men were breathing weakly. The one on the left was already unconscious. Upon seeing Zhang Mingtao, someone immediately said, "Big brother, Sun Yuan is in bad shape. His injuries are too severe. I'm afraid he won't last much longer."

Li Lin looked at these five, who were the ones initially injured by the Rakshasa Gate. Their injuries were serious; the Rakshasa Gate had shown no mercy.

Zhang Mingtao's expression darkened. He quickly checked the one on the left, then said, "His injuries are too severe. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. Damn Rakshasa Gate, scoundrels."

Everyone's faces grew solemn. If the big brother couldn't do anything, then they were even more helpless.

"Go and find an elder to see if there's a way," someone suggested.

"Forget it, Elder Huang and the others won't care about us. We're not direct disciples," another retorted.

People crowded into the room, starting to discuss, but no one had a solution.

"Let me take a look," Li Lin said without a frown. These disciples of the Flying Spirit Gate were somewhat pitiable, neglected and unloved.

"Please, junior brother," the crowd immediately made way. Li Lin went to the side of the most seriously injured person, carefully examined him, and then slowly helped the unconscious young man. He channeled his true qi slowly into the young man's back.

"Pfft..." After a moment, the young man's abdomen contracted, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood, then slowly woke up.

Li Lin quickly put a second-grade healing pill into the young man's mouth, saying, "Don't talk. Take the pill and heal properly. In about ten days to half a month, you should be fine."

"Alright, alright, junior brother is really amazing."

Everyone was immediately delighted. The bond between fellow disciples, often sharing hard times, was usually strong. Seeing that the young man was alright, they were genuinely happy.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Li Lin felt somewhat moved. In a major sect, the relationships between fellow disciples might not be as good due to competing interests and ambitions. There, alliances and backstabbing were common, and genuinely good relationships were rare.

But here in the Flying Spirit Gate, where they had nothing and were all struggling disciples, they shared the most sincere friendships. No wonder people in the past said that men who have carried guns and caroused together share true friendship.

"You all take a healing pill too. Rest for a few days, and you should be fine," Li Lin took out four second-grade healing pills and gave them to the other four severely injured disciples.

"Second-grade pills, these are second-grade pills!"