From the nearby grandstand around Lin Tian and the others, everyone’s gaze followed the sound, showing astonishment. Their expressions revealed intense shock and disbelief. "What did that kid just say?" Someone with wide-open eyes stared at Lin Tian and spoke. Many people came back to their senses, and a wave of gasps quickly spread around. "He just said that with Yun Qingwan’s talent, the lowly Yellow Spirit Palm could be cultivated to perfection in fifteen minutes!" "Did I hear wrong? Fifteen minutes? Perfect? Even our Brother Ye Qianli might need an hour to practice the Yellow Spirit Palm to great success! How arrogant!" "Damn, where did this kid pop up from? Talking without thinking! And he said that among the younger generation present, no one’s talent could compare to Yun Qingwan! Ridiculous!" "Isn’t this person from the Tianlan Sect? Could he be a suitor of Yun Qingwan? Maybe he doesn’t know Yun Qingwan’s talent is fake! Arrogant, just wait and see how he embarrasses himself!" "Well, now there’s a joke and a good show to watch!" On the stands, many people began to discuss, with faces full of mockery, and many were waiting to see the joke unfold. However, some young people who felt a bit arrogant about their talents looked extremely unpleasant. "Kid, don’t you understand the current situation?" At this moment, a young boy nearby glared at Lin Tian with a sullen face and said coldly, "We’re not worthy to compare with that useless girl? Are you an idiot? Do I need to slap you a few times to wake you up?" Other young disciples also looked over with cold expressions, their eyes filled with ice. Seeing the boy speak to Lin Tian this way, Yun Qingwan widened her beautiful eyes, looking indignant. But Lin Tian held Yun Qingwan back, patted her shoulder, and said, "Such clowns are not worth your attention; Master will handle this! What you need to do now is quickly memorize and comprehend this so-called Yellow Spirit Palm! Master gives you five minutes!" After saying that, and seeing Yun Qingwan puff up her cheeks and sit back down, Lin Tian raised his head, looked at the boy, squinted, and said, "Slap me? Then make sure to remember! After this, make sure you use a bit more strength, or else I might have to do it myself!" The boy looked astonished and quickly sensed some veiled meaning in Lin Tian’s words. "Didn’t you say you wanted to slap a few times?" Lin Tian’s voice became colder. "It’s testing time now, so don’t interfere! When it’s over, remember to kneel down and give yourself a few hard slaps! If you don’t slap hard enough, don’t blame me for doing it myself! Understand?" This statement left everyone once again stunned. On the opposite side. The boy and several others were left dumbfounded. After a while, the boy’s face twisted with rage, shouting, "Damn kid, are you courting death? Do you think just because Tianlan Sect is behind you, you can be so reckless? You must be asking for death!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from the arena, and Huang Jiannsheng walked over with a grim face, looking displeased. But upon getting closer, Huang Jiannsheng noticed Lin Tian in the crowd, his face growing even darker, "It’s you! Again making trouble? Very well, if you don’t give the old man an explanation later, don’t think about leaving Tianxiang Island!" Huang Jiannsheng looked at the few young men and said coldly, "Get back to focusing on Yellow Spirit Palm! You only have an hour! We’ll discuss this later after the Martial Arts Conference!" When Huang Jiannsheng approached, those young people were already quite frightened, their faces changing colors. Upon hearing Huang Jiannsheng’s words, they respectfully nodded, gave Lin Tian a fierce glare, and then turned to leave. As the matter settled, Huang Jiannsheng frowned, looked around, and snorted coldly, "You have little time, don’t waste it!" Hearing this, the younger generation present couldn’t help but shudder, quickly bowing their heads and starting to comprehend the Yellow Spirit Palm in their hands. Others also hurriedly began, as the upcoming Martial Arts Conference was the most important thing right now. However, after Huang Jiannsheng left, a group of people looked over with awe and respect. Among them were people from the Southern Continent Cultivation World, Cultivators from Thousand Mountain Plain, and people from Cold Mountain Valley who had met Lin Tian before; all stared with wide eyes, their expressions filled with astonishment. Yet, some people’s expressions were varied. In the crowd, Xiao Changkong’s face completely changed upon seeing Lin Tian, his body trembling. He glanced at his own Master Pang Jinglong sitting in front and felt utterly helpless. If they offended Lin Tian again this time, or if Sword Saint Mountain clashed with Lin Tian, he would rather die. His master Pang Jinglong was also a Golden Core Stage cultivator, but his strength was on par with Holy Gu Sect’s Hong Qi. Lin Tian could kill even Hong Qi, not to mention his master. Even if the Family Head Ye Qinghou were here, he might not be able to stop it! But Ye Qianli, sitting further up front, was stupefied upon seeing Lin Tian. Very quickly, his face became as dark as water, revealing a vicious expression. "It’s him! To think I’d meet him here! Today, don’t think about leaving Tianxiang Island!" Ye Qianli gritted his teeth, inwardly seething. The only ones who hadn’t seen Lin Tian before, Qin Feng and the other ten from the New Talent Ranking, looked over with frowns, then dismissively turned away, not bothering to look again. In their eyes, only someone who could become their target and make them wary enough to take a second look was Ye Qianli or Xiao Changkong, geniuses of their kind. The other rookies merely glanced once before returning their focus on the Yellow Spirit Palm in their hands. Sitting in a conspicuous spot on the main stand, Sect Master Hee Xuan of Tianyang Sect, his wife Xiao Zihan, and their daughter Hee Lingxuan were staring at Lin Tian with eyes almost popping out. "Father, Mother, it’s... it’s that Senior Lin... Senior Lin!" Hee Lingxuan widened her beautiful eyes and spoke in a trembling voice. ... Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novelFɪre.net Lin Tian had no interest in paying attention to everyone’s reactions. Five minutes passed quickly. "Did you memorize and understand it?" Lin Tian turned his head, asking Yun Qingwan urgently. Nearby, Ye Lan and others couldn’t help but look over. Those paying close attention due to proximity, hearing Lin Tian’s words, also raised their heads to look. "Second Master, I’ve memorized it, and I understand it! But... but I feel like I still can’t cultivate it..." Yun Qingwan held the booklet in her hands, her face gloomy, eyes red as she spoke to Lin Tian. "Understanding is enough! Hand the booklet to Master and see, in just fifteen minutes, you’ll reach the Perfect Realm with the Yellow Spirit Palm!" Lin Tian took the Yellow Spirit Palm from Yun Qingwan, smiling slightly. Nearby, Ye Lan and the others were left utterly confused. "Huh, reaching the Perfect Realm in fifteen minutes? Everyone can boast!" Suddenly, someone sneered at the side, "Even the senior who created this manual wouldn’t dare to make such claims!" Lin Tian skimmed through the booklet while addressing the person without looking up, "Can you improve this combat technique if you were asked? Or if that senior were to modify it again, could they turn this technique into an entry-level combat technique?" "Improve? Modify? Entry-level? That’s equivalent to creating an entirely new technique! Are you joking?" Someone nearby said, baffled. "Can’t do it? Then don’t disturb me!" Lin Tian disdainfully lifted his head, shook it, and after roughly skimming through the booklet and pondering for a moment, he turned to Yun Qingwan, saying, "I’ll recite it for you now, memorize it! Then, cultivate according to the spell I give you!"