## Chapter Twenty-Three: A Lifeline from the Serpent
Weeks bled into months in the Outer Court for Yan Zhen, each day a new weight pressing down on his spirit. The sting of rejection festered, turning his ambition into a dull, agonizing ache. He trained relentlessly, forcing his qi into reluctant patterns of control, but the inherent agitation from the stolen Spirit Vein energy, coupled with the bitter resentment coiling in his heart, made true refinement an uphill battle. Every time he saw a younger, less powerful disciple ascend to the Inner Court, or heard whispers of Lin Feng's continuing rise, his isolation deepened. He was a caged beast, powerful but contained, while his former companion soared. Yan Zhen remained unaware that the initial decision to bar him was subtly influenced by the Sect Leader's daughter, Ling Xia, who saw his uncontrolled power as a threat to the Inner Court's delicate harmony, a perception quietly nurtured by Lin Feng's earlier, carefully planted suggestions.
Lin Feng, now a respected figure within the Inner Court, watched Yan Zhen's descent with cold precision. He noted the deepening despair, the increasing isolation. This was not ideal. A broken Yan Zhen, left to fester in the Outer Court, might become unpredictable, uncontrollable from a distance. For Lin Feng's ultimate plans to unfurl, Yan Zhen needed to be closer, under his direct influence, his trust in Lin Feng absolute. It was time for a grand gesture, a calculated act of unwavering loyalty that would bind Yan Zhen to him irrevocably.
Lin Feng began his subtle campaign. He first approached Elder Gao, his expression one of deep, sincere concern. "Elder," Lin Feng began respectfully, "I've been observing Yan Zhen. His passion for cultivation is undeniable, his raw talent immense. Yet, he is wasting away in the Outer Court, consumed by bitterness over his recent setback. While I acknowledge his struggles with qi control and his occasional impulsiveness, I believe the sect is making a grave error by leaving such potential unguided."
Elder Gao stroked his beard, his brow furrowed. "Disciple Lin Feng, we understand your concern. But the Inner Court requires discipline and stability. Yan Zhen's qi is truly volatile, and his temper—"
"Precisely, Elder," Lin Feng interjected, his voice firm but respectful. "His temper, his volatility, these are not weaknesses to be discarded, but raw materials to be refined. If left to his own devices in the Outer Court, that untamed power could become truly chaotic, even dangerous. But if he were brought into the Inner Court, under the sect's direct guidance, perhaps even under my personal mentorship, we could help him channel that formidable energy. It would be a testament to the sect's wisdom, Elder, to tame such a powerful force, rather than allowing it to become a detriment. I am willing to take responsibility for his refinement, to guide him personally. His loyalty to the sect is unwavering, despite this setback."
Elder Gao looked at Lin Feng, his eyes assessing. Lin Feng's rise had been meteoric, his composure and strategic mind widely praised. To take on such a challenging task, to vouch for a disciple deemed problematic, spoke volumes of his character and leadership potential. The Elder nodded slowly, considering. "Your dedication to a fellow disciple is commendable, Lin Feng. I will speak to the other Elders, and to the Sect Leader."
Having laid the groundwork with Elder Gao, Lin Feng prepared for his most crucial appeal: to the Sect Leader himself. He found the Sect Leader in his private study, alone. Lin Feng bowed deeply, his presence radiating both strength and respectful humility.
"My apologies for the intrusion, Sect Leader," Lin Feng began, his voice sincere. "I come to you with a matter of deep concern for the sect's future, and for a fellow disciple." He spoke passionately, but with calculated reason, of Yan Zhen's immense power, a resource too valuable to be left untamed in the Outer Court. He subtly addressed the very concerns that had led to Yan Zhen's initial rejection, weaving them into his argument. "While Yan Zhen's qi does possess a certain raw volatility, and his temperament can be impetuous," Lin Feng conceded, echoing the established narrative, "to leave such a powerful, yet unrefined, force without the direct oversight of the Inner Court could be more perilous than bringing him within our structured guidance. Under strict probation, and with focused mentorship—a role I am willing to undertake—we could transform this potential chaos into controlled strength. It would be a bold, yet strategically sound move, Sect Leader, to demonstrate the Inner Sect's capacity to refine even the most challenging talents."
The Sect Leader listened, his expression thoughtful. He had, indeed, weighed the concerns about Yan Zhen's temper and qi instability previously. While he didn't explicitly mention his daughter's discreet influence, Lin Feng's arguments directly resonated with the need for sect stability that Ling Xia had subtly impressed upon him. Lin Feng was offering a logical, beneficial way to manage the 'risk' that had previously been identified. He was providing a solution that aligned with the very principles of order and control his daughter championed. After a long moment of deliberation, the Sect Leader nodded. "Disciple Lin Feng, your commitment and your strategic foresight are commendable. We will allow Yan Zhen to enter the Inner Court, but under strict probation. You, Lin Feng, will be his direct supervisor, responsible for his progress and ensuring his qi remains stable. If he falters, the consequences will be severe, for both of you."
The news reached Yan Zhen like a burst of pure, unadulterated light after months of darkness. He had been given a second chance. He was in. He was going to the Inner Court. The details of his probation, of Lin Feng's supervision, faded into the background compared to the overwhelming relief and elation. He immediately sought out Lin Feng, finding him in his cultivation chamber.
"Lin Feng!" Yan Zhen exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes shining. He grabbed Lin Feng by the shoulders, shaking him gently. "You did this, didn't you? You spoke to them! You convinced them! Everyone else gave up on me, but you... you fought for me! You're a true brother! I owe you everything!" His gratitude was boundless, his trust in Lin Feng now absolute, unshakable. He had no idea that the very obstacles Lin Feng had helped him overcome were, in part, obstacles Lin Feng had himself placed.
Lin Feng met Yan Zhen's joyous gaze, a gentle, humble smile gracing his lips. "It was nothing, Zhen. I just spoke the truth. The sect needs your power. And I believe in you. We're brothers, aren't we? We'll face the Inner Court together."
As Yan Zhen, overwhelmed, embraced him, Lin Feng's internal smile was cold and triumphant. The pieces were all in place. Yan Zhen was now exactly where he wanted him: indebted, dependent, and utterly trusting. The wild stallion was now in the corral, under his watchful eye. The true manipulations, the grand schemes, could now begin. The Inner Court was merely the next stage, and Yan Zhen, unaware, was already a pawn on Lin Feng's chessboard.
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