I’ll Take That Opportunity Chapter 9 - The Life-Death Three Sword

After watching Wang Yong enter the Task Pavilion, Ye Lin turned away. According to the panel, Wang Yong’s encounter would happen this afternoon.

It was clear—Wang Yong was about to accept a task and would soon encounter a severely injured 5th layer Qi Refinement rogue cultivator at Moonlit Valley. Ye Lin had to act fast—he needed to reach the valley first and stay out of Wang Yong’s sight.

Without hesitation, Ye Lin descended the mountain.

Moonlit Valley lay several kilometers from the Azure Cloud Sect, home to 1st and 2nd layer Qi Refinement demon beasts. They were weak yet troublesome to kill, so few ventured there.

Upon arrival, Ye Lin searched the area but found no sign of an injured rogue cultivator.

"Did I come too early?" He muttered, glancing at the sun.

Concealing himself within the underbrush, he sat cross-legged and waited.

Hours passed. Then, Ye Lin’s eyes snapped open. In the distance, a black-robed man staggered forward, clutching his chest, blood dripping from his lips.

“Damn it! Those bastards are insane!” The man cursed, “It was just a high-grade basic-tier martial skill! Just wait—once I master it, I’ll slaughter every last one of them!”

He paused, scanning his surroundings, “This is Moonlit Valley… Any further, and I’ll be near the Azure Cloud Sect. If they find me, I’m dead.”

Li Cheng’s face darkened. As a deviant cultivator, stepping into righteous sect territory meant certain death.

The next moment, Li Cheng’s eyes widened as he stared at the sword embedded in his chest. Slowly, he turned his head back.

“Wh-why…?”

With that, he collapsed, lifeless.

Ye Lin crouched beside him, searching his body, “There was no enmity between us. I would have spared you… but as you are a deviant cultivator, I couldn’t.”

Deviant cultivators were considered extremely evil. To increase their strength, they resorted to any means, often absorbing the blood and essence of mortals. A thousand years ago, a Spiritual Transformation deviant cultivator had slaughtered three mortal dynasties, sacrificing tens of millions. Since then, all cultivators had come to despise them.

“Found it.” Ye Lin’s eyes gleamed as he retrieved a worn book and five low-grade Spirit Stones. An unexpected gain. He quickly secured the items, sheathed his sword, and left.

After wandering for a while, he arrived at a secluded cave and took out the Life-Death Three Sword manual.

His transcendental perception fate trait had already shown its terrifying potential. As long as a technique was of basic-tier, whether martial skill or cultivation method, he could grasp its fundamentals in a single reading—something that would take ordinary cultivators two to three months.

“This manual is extraordinary.” Ye Lin murmured, anticipation flickering in his eyes.

He then burned the manual. A high-grade basic-tier martial skill like this was too valuable—if discovered, it could cause trouble. Even as a handyman overseer, he had to be cautious.

The Life-Death Three Sword had three levels: Life Sword, Yin-Yang Sword, and Death Sword.

The second level was more than twice as powerful as the first, while the third level increased power nearly eightfold—a staggering difference.

However, mastering the martial skill was no easy feat. The first two levels were relatively straightforward, but the final level required an epiphany on the brink of life and death.

With that in mind, Ye Lin picked up his sword and began cultivating in the cave. Training openly in the Azure Cloud Sect would be too conspicuous.

Time passed. Ye Lin’s understanding of the technique deepened, the sword moves playing in his mind like a vivid scene.

“Slash!” Ye Lin shouted.

His eyes snapped open as he swung his sword forward. A burst of sword qi erupted, striking the cave wall and leaving a one-meter-long, two-centimeter-deep crack.

“Whew… I’ve reached the entry stage of the first level.”

Ye Lin exhaled, exhilarated. In just a few hours, he had reached the entry stage of the Life Sword level.

Without a martial skill, generating sword qi was impossible—at most, he could only produce dispersed qi. But now, with a single strike, he could concentrate his qi and wound opponents from a distance.

"Cultivation truly makes you lose track of time." Ye Lin stepped out of the cave, gazing at the round moon and scattered stars. He sighed, then put away his sword and headed back toward the sect.

As he approached, a strange sensation washed over him—someone was watching.

"They’ve come?"

He curled his lips but continued walking toward his residence as if nothing was amiss.

Suddenly, a sword ray shot out from the darkness, aiming straight for his left arm. In that instant, Ye Lin gauged the attacker’s strength—5th layer Qi Refinement.

Had he truly been at the 3rd layer, he wouldn’t have noticed the strike, let alone dodged it.

"Who’s there?!" Ye Lin shouted.

He rolled to the right, but not fast enough. A sharp ripping sound followed, and blood splattered from his arm.

"Help! Someone’s trying to kill me! Help!"

Clutching his wounded arm, Ye Lin deliberately applied pressure, making the blood flow even more freely. His cries echoed through the night, drawing attention.

"3rd-layer Qi Refinement... He really is nothing special." From the shadows, a black-clad figure sneered, as he watched Ye Lin writhe in pain on the ground. It was Zhao Hu.

With that, Zhao Hu melted into the night.

Now that Ye Lin’s strength was confirmed, the rest would be simple.

Zhao Hu had initially harbored doubts about Ye Lin’s strength, but now they were completely dispelled.

If he were stronger than the 3rd layer, he would’ve reacted instantly, not waited to get hit.

At that moment, several handyman team leaders rushed over, helping Ye Lin to his feet.

"Overseer, what happened? Are you alright?"

Ye Lin’s face twisted in fury, "Someone in the sect tried to kill me! Investigate immediately!"

The team leaders stiffened at his command.

"An assassination attempt? Outrageous! I’ll report this to the elders at once."

"Search the area!"

As the team leaders and dozens of handyman disciples scattered, pretending to search, Ye Lin sneered inwardly. Without another word, he turned and headed back to his residence.

Once he was out of sight, the search abruptly stopped.

If someone had really tried to kill Ye Lin, it had to be an outer disciple—someone they couldn’t afford to offend. Their display had been for show, nothing more.

Within minutes, the handyman disciples returned to their quarters, slipping into sleep as if nothing had ever happened.