All Realms: Sharing Talents Starting from Chicken Island

"Master, I'm sorry."

“There are not that many people who have made mistakes in our church, so we need to punish them with rods.”

"I've always done it."

"Of course, the hall master is of imperishable health, so he naturally doesn't care about the thirty strokes of the cane."

Lin Yan walked out with a smile, holding a thick stick in his hand.

The stick used in this flogging is no ordinary stick; it is made of green wood and is as hard as steel.

"You come?"

Upon hearing Lin Yan's words, Zhu Wujie immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He wouldn't be afraid of anyone else, but Lin Yan is different.

"Hurry up and help the Fourth Master prepare."

"Go and bring out the stool used for flogging."

Looking at his bewildered underlings behind him, Lin Yan also gave a stern and angry shout.

Immediately, he instructed some disciples around him to quickly run into the third hall and retrieve a large stool.

Then, Lin Yan directly gestured for Zhu Wujie to lie down.

"you!"

"Hmph, don't forget, there's plenty of time in the future!"

Zhu Wujie's face turned ashen with anger, and he could tell at a glance that Lin Yan would not hold back.

He immediately lay down on the bench used for punishment, and just as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his buttocks.

Before he could even gather his inner strength, the blow from the stick almost made him cry out in pain.

Although I had anticipated that Lin Yan wouldn't hold back, I didn't expect him to be so ruthless.

He immediately gathered all his internal energy to protect his lower body.

"Use internal force?"

"If I don't make sure your ass gets a good beating today, you'll really think I'm easy to bully."

"They might not dare to bully Black-Hearted Tiger, but they might still dare to deal with you, you dead pig head."

Lin Yan looked at Zhu Wujie in front of him and couldn't help but sneer.

If I reveal my strength today, who knows what Black-Hearted Tiger might do to promote me in the future and assign me some tasks.

Since that's the case, there's no need to consider anything else; let's just have some fun first.

Next, Lin Yan began to strike Zhu Wujie repeatedly with the stick.

The tenth strike dispersed Zhu Wujie's internal energy.

By the twentieth blow, Zhu Wujie had lost all feeling in his lower body; only each time Lin Yan struck with the stick could he feel pain.

After the twenty-fifth blow, Zhu Wujie fell silent and fainted.

Several cracks appeared on the staff in Lin Yan's hand.

"That's enough. We're all from the same sect. It wouldn't be good to go too far."

"Carry your hall master back. Next time you come to my Third Hall, remember to observe some etiquette."

"Why aren't you taking the Fourth Hall Master with you and leaving?"

Lin Yan looked at the group of idiots behind him and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

With just one sentence, the disciples of the four halls turned pale and immediately carried Zhu Wujie away.

"The deputy hall master is truly kind-hearted; he still has five more blows to his name, Mingming."

"You're a fool. If you keep fighting, will the Fourth Hall Master even survive?"

"As expected, the deputy hall master is truly formidable."

"If the hall master returns and learns about this, he will probably be very happy."

When the disciples of the Third Hall saw the idiots from the Fourth Hall slink away, they couldn't help but burst into laughter and took the opportunity to flatter Lin Yan.

Chapter 34 A Promising Talent, Lin Yan

"Stop flattering me, go do what you're supposed to do."

"If you don't want to be bullied at your door again, you'd better train properly."

"Strength is the only capital you have to stand firm in the Demonic Sect."

"Do you understand?"

Lin Yan glanced at the disciples of the three halls and shouted a few words of reprimand.

"Yes, Deputy Hall Master!"

The disciples roared in unison, which made Lin Yan nod in satisfaction.

Then he went to cultivate, and the sounds of cultivation echoed throughout the training grounds of the three halls.

On the other side, after leaving, Black Tiger did not get far from the Three Halls.

Upon hearing the deafening roar emanating from the three halls, a smile appeared on his face.

"I never expected that there would be such talented people among these three halls."

"Such a promising talent may prove very useful in the future."

"Although Zhu Wujie is a villain, he is still somewhat useful. We should find an opportunity to have Niu Yan replace him."

Black Tiger nodded, seemingly already having a plan in mind.

He was well aware that he had to retain a talent like Lin Yan.

Zhu Wujie is nothing but a petty person. He should be used when he can be used, but discarded when he has no value.

To become the leader of the Demonic Sect, Black Heart Tiger's strength was not the only factor.

The art of managing people is also very clear.

Thinking of Zhu Wujie and Lin Yan, Black Heart Tiger slowly walked into the forbidden area of ​​the Demonic Sect.

This is a forbidden area of ​​the Demonic Sect; no one but him can enter.

I'm here today not for any other reason than to check on my son Hei Xiaohu's cultivation progress.

"who!"

A powerful young voice rang out, and along with it, a terrifying palm strike shot out from a grove of trees.

It suddenly attacked in the direction of Blackheart Tiger.

Seeing this, Black Tiger didn't get angry; instead, he smiled.

With a flick of his sleeve, he dissipated the energy surging into nothingness.

"father?"

"Why are you here?"

A young man who looked about 80% like Blackheart Tiger walked out of the forest.

He looks to be under twenty years old, yet he exudes a heroic spirit and an incredibly powerful aura.

He merely took two steps closer, and Blackheart Tiger nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, your skills have improved very quickly."

"I suppose it won't be long before we can leave the pass."

Blackheart Tiger was quite satisfied with his son, whose extraordinary talent was in no way inferior to his own when he was young.

Furthermore, in terms of pure ability, he might not have been as good as Hei Xiaohu when he was younger.

Black Tiger was very filial to him, which made Black Tiger very satisfied.

"Father, you flatter me."

"My son is far inferior to his father."

Black Tiger smiled and nodded. Although he had received praise from Black Heart Tiger, he was still very happy inside.

However, he did not show much joy, and he also felt that his own strength was somewhat lacking.

"There's no need for that. Father has been cultivating for so much longer than you."

"And you, after only ten years of cultivation, have reached such a level."

"Judging from what happened back then, your father was definitely not as good as you."

Black Tiger smiled and shook his head, reaching out to pat Black Tiger's head in appreciation of his son's modesty.