Chapter 21 Law Enforcement Team

Early in the morning, among the forest.

The morning glow was sprinkled, penetrating layers of leaves, and lighting up the woods.

A young boy with ragged clothes wandered through the woods, his face was dirty, but his eyes shone bright like the stars.

"A month has passed, and I've finally mastered it!" The boy's eyes brimmed with excitement, "It's time to return to the sect."

This young boy was Lin Xuan who had been out for experience training. After a month of brutal training, he had finally mastered the First Level of the Thunder Move Sword Technique. His strength had taken a qualitative leap compared to a month ago.

Lin Xuan accelerated his pace, rushing forward. Soon, the majestic and imposing gates of the Xuantain Sect appeared before him.

First thing back—take a bath, change into clean clothes, then have a big meal! Lin Xuan was almost driven mad this month; of course, he wanted to relax upon his return.

"Stop! Xuantian Sect, strangers are not allowed!" A disciple guarding the gate shouted.

Lin Xuan looked down at his clothes, which indeed did not resemble the sect's attire. He could only take out his identity card to prove his identity.

"I am an Outer Disciple, just out for cultivation," he explained.

Upon seeing Lin Xuan's identity card, the disciple let him through, though he looked at Lin Xuan strangely. He had been guarding the gate for some time and had never seen anyone who cultivated to such an extent.

Throughout his journey, wherever Lin Xuan went, he attracted curious glances. Lin Xuan's face flushed slightly, but the thick layer of dust on his face hid it well.

However, when he arrived at his residence, he sensed something was off.

It seemed there were more members of the Divine Power Group patrolling around, and there were also people inside his cottage.

Lin Xuan didn't know he had been exposed, but given the scene, he guessed something was up. Running away or similar actions were impractical now; he might as well face it head-on since they had not seen him.

"Who allowed you to enter!" Lin Xuan saw that his door had been kicked in, and his expression immediately darkened.

"Who the hell are you to meddle in the affairs of the Divine Power Group?" a disciple inside the cottage yelled, "Who's this beggar!"

Lin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly: "What about the Divine Power Group? This is my house! You have three breaths to get out!" He knew the conflicts between him and the Divine Power Group were irreconcilable, so he didn't hold back.

The surrounding disciples heard the shouting and immediately gathered around.

"Why is someone challenging the Divine Power Group again, so many hotheads lately!"

"No, he just said that's his house, he is Lin Xuan!"

"Lin Xuan!" Everyone's eyes widened, looking toward this rumored figure.

"You're Lin Xuan? Damn, we've been waiting for you for a month, finally caught you! Brothers, get him!" The disciples from the Divine Power Group inside had been waiting for nearly a month, and were already furious. Now seeing Lin Xuan, their rage deepened.

Swish, swish!

Four Fourth-stage of Congealing Veins disciples rushed out, surrounding Lin Xuan.

"Go!" They all burst with powerful Spiritual Power, ready to strike.

"Let's see who dares!" Lin Xuan roared, his voice powered by Spiritual Power, booming like thunder by everyone's side.

The four were stunned by Lin Xuan's imposing presence; his black hair fluttered, and he stood proudly, an astonishing power faintly radiating from him.

"You're courting death, still trying to resist. Our people will be here soon, dare to go against the Divine Power Group, just wait for death!" These disciples of the Divine Power Group, accustomed to throwing their weight around, hated being challenged by someone like Lin Xuan.

Sure enough, soon enough, many more disciples of the Divine Power Group rushed over, quickly surrounding the area.

"And what's the use of talking, just take him down!" someone with a fiery temper yelled.

As the crowd around him stirred, Lin Xuan suddenly pulled out some papers from his bosom and held them up with one hand.

"Talisman paper, back off!" someone exclaimed upon seeing Lin Xuan's papers. The entire crowd retreated half a meter, not daring to get too close.

"Talisman paper my ass!" When people saw that what Lin Xuan was holding was not talisman paper, the disciples of the Divine Power Group immediately flew into a rage.

"Hmph!" Lin Xuan let out a cold laugh, his aura growing stronger, "Although this isn't talisman paper, its power is even greater!"

"What is that, high-level talisman paper? Forbidden runes?" Everyone was curious.

"A bunch of idiots!" Lin Xuan cursed inwardly; he then spoke loudly, "This is the sect rules!"

"Have your brains been kicked by a donkey, daring to make a move within the sect!" Lin Xuan clutched the book that recorded the sect rules and said, "Rule number eight, those who attack others within the sect for no reason, light punishment is thirty lashings by the spiritual whip, severe punishment is expulsion from the sect!"

A punishment by the spiritual whip wasn't ordinary but carried out by the Outer Door Law Enforcement Team. These men's cultivation was at the Fourth Stage of Congealing Veins or higher, and they used specially made spiritual whips; to be lashed thirty times by them meant certain death or severe injury.

Hearing Lin Xuan's reprimand, the disciples of the Divine Power Group hesitated. Although they were usually arrogant, deliberately violating the sect rules was out of the question; they wouldn't dare.

For a moment, the scene was somewhat awkward; these disciples of the Divine Power Group couldn't advance or attack, so they could only stand around Lin Xuan to prevent his escape.

Seeing that he had fooled everyone, Lin Xuan secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He walked into a small house, sat at a table, poured a cup of water, and leisurely drank.

He was waiting for the person in charge of the Divine Power Group to arrive. Now without any support, he could only first intimidate these people with sect rules to ensure they wouldn't assassinate him; they should not be able to touch him for the time being.

Sure enough, not long after, Yan Kong arrived with a group of disciples, his icy gaze directly on Lin Xuan as he learned what had happened here.

Knowing the main character had arrived, Lin Xuan slowly walked out, cautiously watching Yan Kong.

"Are you Lin Xuan?" Yan Kong's eyes were icy cold.

"Yes!" Lin Xuan replied solemnly.

"I hear you're quite familiar with the sect rules, so do you know what the consequences are for killing a fellow disciple?" Yan Kong suddenly shouted fiercely.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand," Lin Xuan responded calmly, "You better take your people and leave quickly!"

"Let me introduce you; this is Captain Hua from the Outer Door Law Enforcement Team," Yan Kong said with a hint of a malicious smile.

Lin Xuan had already noticed a few men dressed in black clothing next to Yan Kong, with golden small swords crossed on their chests. He hadn't expected them to be from the Outer Door Law Enforcement Team.

The one called Captain Hua stepped forward and said somberly, "Lin Xuan, we suspect you of killing a fellow disciple; come with us."

"What evidence? Who saw it?" Lin Xuan had not expected the Law Enforcement Team to side with the Divine Power Group; he had prepared for the worst.

"Don't be nervous, it's just an investigation for now. If you haven't killed anyone, we will let you go," Captain Hua said with an air of fairness.

"Bring him in," Captain Hua commanded coldly.

"Hold on, without evidence, who dares to arrest anyone!" A sharp cry rang out.

Then, a beautiful figure drifted in.

"Tang Yu," Captain Hua frowned, glancing at Yan Kong and noticing that he too was slightly furrowing his brows.

"Tang Yu, he's allegedly a killer of his fellow disciples, don't cause trouble here," Yan Kong said. He wasn't afraid of Tang Yu, but her brother was one of the top ten experts of the Inner Sect, which truly worried him.

"Hmph! Without evidence, you can't arrest anyone!" Tang Yu stood by Lin Xuan's side, fuming.