I’ll Take That Opportunity Chapter 8 - Traveling To Crescent Moon Mountain

Ye Lin concealed his aura completely, making his cultivation base indiscernible. Stepping outside, he was met by the nine handyman team leaders rushing toward him.

"Greetings, Overseer." They bowed in unison.

"Overseer, please accept these three low-grade basic-tier Qi Gathering Pills."

"Overseer, please accept these two low-grade Spirit Stones as well."

Ye Lin nodded impassively, accepting their offerings. This was a customary gesture—currying favor with the new handyman overseer to secure better treatment.

After previously mocking him, the team leaders had spent the past two days in fear, dreading retaliation. As the overseer held supreme authority over handyman disciples, the sect would not interfere if he chose to eliminate them.

"You may go. Return to your duties." Ye Lin commanded.

Relieved, the team leaders saluted and left.

Once alone, Ye Lin returned to his residence, having confirmed that no one was watching him. He then began refining the treasures he had received.

His panel made one thing clear—he had two months to surpass Zhang Xiao, or death was certain.

Time in cultivation passed swiftly. In the blink of an eye, a day was gone.

As the handyman overseer, Ye Lin had little to do; the nine team leaders managed most tasks.

"Today, I should head to Crescent Moon Mountain and claim Zhao Hu's opportunity."

Dressed in black, Ye Lin scanned his surroundings, ensuring he wasn't being followed before swiftly setting off.

Crescent Moon Mountain stood within the Azure Cloud Sect’s outer sect, towering a thousand meters high. On full moon nights, its peak aligned nearly level with the glowing moon, giving it its name.

The night was deathly silent, but to Ye Lin, the darkness was no hindrance. A simple technique of the Qi Refinement stage allowed him to enhance his vision with spirit qi, making the pitch-black night as clear as day.

At the Spiritual Transformation stage, one could extend their spiritual sense—seeing through the very nature of all things.

After several minutes of travel, Ye Lin arrived at Crescent Moon Mountain. He paused, momentarily awed by the full moon hanging in the sky before shifting his gaze downward to the cliff below.

While he knew of the mountain’s existence, what lay beneath the cliff remained a mystery.

Gripping the rocky wall, Ye Lin began his descent. Without the ability to fly at the Qi Refinement stage, he had no choice but to climb down manually.

After over ten minutes, he reached the bottom. The ground was overgrown with wild weeds. In the distance, faint wolf howls echoed through the night.

"This is the place."

Ye Lin’s eyes lit up as he spotted a cave nestled within the rock wall. If he was not mistaken, this cave contained Earth Vein Essence Qi.

Formed over countless years, Earth Vein Essence Qi was an invaluable treasure. A single dose could extend a mortal’s lifespan and grant them the strength of a martial expert. For cultivators, it reinforced the body—allowing a 1st layer Qi Refinement practitioner to withstand attacks from one at the 2nd layer.

Without hesitation, Ye Lin stepped inside. The moment he entered, a violent force surged into his body, its raw energy tempering his physique bit by bit.

The natural Earth Vein Essence Qi was incredibly potent—something even Foundation Establishment cultivators would covet.

Wasting no time, he sat cross-legged and activated the Stellar Method. At once, the Earth Vein Essence Qi roared toward him like a raging torrent.

A sharp pain tore through him. His face turned crimson as the overwhelming energy threatened to rupture his body.

The bones in his, which had already been strengthened once, were shattered, and his meridians were severed. Yet, as agony wracked his form, his body began to reconstruct itself. Bones regrew, denser than before. Meridians reformed, wider and more resilient.

Six hours passed. As the first light of dawn illuminated the world outside, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes.

His black clothing was now tattered, but he paid no mind. He raised his hand and clenched his fist, feeling raw power coursing through his veins. His strength had at least tripled. His body alone could now withstand attacks from cultivators below the 3rd layer Qi Refinement stage.

A smirk formed on his lips, "I wonder what my fate prediction looks like now."

[Cultivation base: 6th layer Qi Refinement]

[Fate grade: black (fraught with calamity)]

[Fate trait: shrouded in misfortune, transcendental perception]

[Fate prediction: sensing something amiss, Nan Xing and Zhao Hu realize you have detected their actions and grow wary. Tonight, Zhao Hu will test you. Upon discovering your strength, he will recruit two outer disciples and ambush you three days later. Though you will be seriously injured, you will ultimately kill them.]

[Upcoming opportunity: none]

[Shrouded in misfortune: you are prone to accidents and betrayals.]

[Transcendental perception: you possess an incredible ability to grasp cultivation methods, mastering in days what others take months to learn.]

Ye Lin’s eyes flickered coldly, "So the fate panel reveals glimpses of the future… But I was already prepared for this. This time, I turn the tables and kill them, even if it costs me serious injuries. There’s still time. Since you plan to test the waters tonight, then come."

His lips curled into a sneer as he stood and strode outside.

Along the way, translucent panels flickered before his eyes. After some practice, he could now summon and dismiss them at will. However, the disciples he encountered were all low-ranking handyman disciples, devoid of meaningful opportunities.

He lost interest instantly.

"Handyman disciples are too lacking. If I can glimpse the panels of outer disciples, I might uncover valuable opportunities. The Task Pavilion happens to be a place outer disciple frequent."

Without hesitation, Ye Lin turned and made his way toward the Task Pavilion, the sect’s designated hub for task distribution. Completing these assignments earned corresponding rewards, making it a crucial gathering spot for outer disciples.

The pavilion was divided into two sections: an inner section, reserved for inner disciples and personal disciples—where Ye Lin had no access—and an outer section, where outer disciples accepted tasks. As the handyman overseer, he had the right to enter this section, but ordinary handyman disciples were strictly forbidden.

"I’ve arrived."

Ye Lin looked up at the moderately sized pavilion ahead. White-robed disciples came and went.

Just then, a sneering voice cut through the air.

"Well, if it isn’t the esteemed handyman overseer. What business do you have at the Task Pavilion?"

A white-robed man stood nearby, his tone dripping with mockery.

Ye Lin remained unfazed, "I came to check today’s tasks."

At the same time, a simple panel appeared before Ye Lin’s eyes. For those unimportant to him, he had learned to simplify the details—it was more convenient that way.

[Upcoming opportunity: this afternoon, while descending the mountain for a task, you will encounter a heavily injured 5th layer Qi Refinement rogue cultivator in Moonlit Valley. You will discover that he possesses the high-grade basic-tier martial skill Life-Death Three Swords. You will kill him and seize the technique. After cultivating it, it will significantly enhance your combat power.]

Ye Lin’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He already owned a high-grade basic-tier sword—now, with an equally formidable sword technique, his strength would surge even further.

"Perfect."

Just then, Wang Yong sneered, "Hmph, today's tasks are quite challenging. Be careful not to die halfway through."

With a mocking smirk, he turned and strode into the Task Pavilion.

Before Zhang Liang had vied for the handyman overseer position, he had sought Wang Yong’s help—promising to speak on his behalf to Zhang Xiao once the latter exited seclusion. In return, Wang Yong had gone to great lengths to assist Zhang Liang. But Zhang Liang’s unexpected death at Ye Lin’s hands had rendered all his efforts meaningless.

Now, all that remained was resentment.