What?

Everyone in the Eight Gates was stunned, as if they had never expected Lin Che to say such a thing.

Each of the eight gates of the shrine has its own palace, and they do not interfere with each other, nor allow anyone to enter their own palace. This is the unspoken rule.

But Lin Che actually wanted to break this rule.

"Hmph! Wishful thinking." Yao Tunan was the first to speak, obviously not agreeing.

Sunflower also smiled and said, "Your business has nothing to do with me. Besides, each of the Eight Gates is different. Can you learn it if you enter other palaces?"

Long Jin echoed, "Little brother, to be honest, I had the same idea before. But in the end, I realized that biting off more than you can chew is the right path. You should practice your own Death Gate technique well."

Lin Che had expected them to refuse.

He simply throws out an impossible goal, and then when he settles for the next best thing, it seems insignificant.

He said to Elder Guichen, "I'm willing to consider the greater good, but this sword box was obtained before I officially became the heir of the Death Gate. It's my trophy. If you want me to return it, you must let me into their palace, otherwise there's no point in talking."

"Whatever you, the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace, want to do is your business. At worst, I can go back and be the King of Yanyun, in charge of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun."

Lin Che said this, looking like she was about to flip the table.

Elder Guichen glanced at Wu Zhiyao and said:

"You only took Wu Zhiyao's sword box, but you want to enter all the palaces. No one else will agree to this. I suggest that you resolve this with Wu Zhiyao alone. If both of you are willing, I am also happy to facilitate this and help you resolve your conflict."

That’s all I have to say.

Lin Che's lips curled up slightly. This was exactly what he wanted. He simply said:

"Yes—allow me to enter the Injury Gate to practice, and he will take the sword box back."

Wu Zhiyao's face looked extremely ugly. He never expected that he would have to go through such a humiliating thing.

But what can we do?

Originally, he wanted to ask Yao Tunan to come and help, but now it seems that Lin Che is not afraid of Yao Tunan at all, and if he fights, there will be no good result.

If Lin Che won, then he and Yao Tunan would probably both die. Lin Che, this madman, really dared to take action.

If Yao Tu Nan won, he would owe Yao Tu Nan a huge favor. Yao Tu Nan was definitely not a good person.

More importantly, the others would definitely hold a grudge against him and would not allow Lin Che to die. After all, the Death Gate was too difficult to find.

If Lin Che was not killed but only seriously injured, who would he seek revenge on after he recovered?

It is difficult to get off the tiger, but we have to do it.

The main thing is that the tiger will bite you.

Wu Zhiyao stretched out his hand and pressed on the sword box. As long as he took the sword box back and created the ninth-grade martial arts together, he would be able to practice successfully and take revenge, which would be the right way.

Wu Zhiyao was born with the ability to use swordsmanship and was destined to be invincible. Why would he need to rely on others to take revenge?

"You can enter the Palace of the Injury Sect, but there has to be a time limit! If you can't learn the Injury Sect's skills, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Can."

Lin Che agreed immediately. He had the system, so why was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to learn it?

If the skills of other sects were so difficult to learn, Ye Zheyun would not have taught him the Death Sect skills in person.

Although Ye Zheyun seemed to have only mastered a set of skills before, without any signs of in-depth practice, this has already proved that others can also practice other people's skills.

That's enough.

But even if there is a system, we cannot be complacent and there still needs to be some flexibility in terms of time.

He continued, "Then let's have one year. Within one year, I can enter and leave the Palace of the Injury Gate freely..."

"No! It only takes me two and a half months to regenerate my sword. You can enter during this time, but not longer than that."

Wu Zhiyao also argued that he needed to get his sword box back and maintain it again.

For more than two months, he didn't want to stay in the injury camp anymore, so out of sight, out of mind.

Lin Che pondered for a moment and felt that it was okay.

If you still can’t learn it in two and a half months, I’m afraid you won’t be able to learn it in even more time.

Moreover, if there really wasn't enough time, he would continue to find Wu Zhiyao, beat him up, snatch the sword box, and renew the subscription for another two and a half months.

That’s right, that’s how it’s solved.

"make a deal!!"

The two sides reached an agreement, which seemed to be a happy ending for everyone. Many people breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, if a real fight breaks out and someone is killed or injured, they will have to continue waiting.

After Wu Zhiyao took the sword box back, she opened it in public with a "swoosh" and a burst of light suddenly emanated from it.

One, two, three, four... He immediately began to count his swords.

He even pulled out the swords one by one to see if they were his.

Lin Che looked at him with disdain. This kind of person was really rude. He started counting right in front of him...

"There are only six, where's the other one? We're missing the 'Dragon Sting'!" Wu Zhiyao looked at Lin Che warily.

"Ahaha. Looks like I forgot to put it in... Here it is."

Lin Che took out the Dragon Sting Sword from his Heavenly Bag and threw it over.

During the whole process, my face didn't turn red and I didn't breathe heavily.

Seeing that Lin Che and Wu Zhiyao had reached an agreement, Yao Tunan frowned and looked at Lin Che:

"Is it our turn now?"

Lin Che didn't need to start a war with Yao Tunan now; he had already taken all the benefits. Anyone who could become one of the Eight Sects must have a sure-kill method.

If I get injured after a fight and Wu Zhiyao takes advantage of me, I will be at a real loss.

He said in a deep voice, "There will definitely be a chance. In two and a half months, we can have a battle. Whoever wins can enter the other party's palace to practice martial arts. Do you dare?"

Yao Tunan snorted when he heard that. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the two green snakes on the table out of thin air. After he gently stroked them twice, the two green snakes that were originally dying suddenly came back to life.

It twisted its body and slowly crawled onto his shoulder. The snake body gradually shrank, and with a hook of its tail, it turned back into two strange earrings.

"You won't live long." Yao Tunan said, and sat back in his seat.

At this point, the Eight Gates of Jingu finally regained its superficial calm.

Old Man Guichen also showed a relieved smile. He coughed dryly and said:

"Okay, since everyone has put aside their hatred for the time being, let's not delay any further and start creating a ninth-grade technique together."

Lin Che raised his eyebrows. So fast?

Where should I start to create the ninth-grade martial arts technique?

Old Man Guichen said again: "Ye Zheyun, go and bring the sacrifice."

Ye Zheyun was obviously familiar with the route. He stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and said to Lin Che:

"Let's go. I'll take you to catch the sacrifice..."