As the crowd turned their heads toward the sound, they couldn’t help but wear strange expressions on their faces.
Has this guy gone mad? These people are disciples of the sect; how could he possibly provoke them? Especially with such an entrance and appearance, he had already lost favor in everyone’s eyes.
A bowl of soy milk and a thick, long youtiao—deep-fried dough stick.
Lin Fan hadn’t expected that the Xuanhuang World would have such items too. As he tasted them, he found the flavor quite unforgettable.
When Gong Bingye saw the newcomer, her heart began to race, as if the little grapes in her chest had slightly trembled. She hadn’t expected the mysterious figure to appear here.
Was he here to help her?
Liu Yiyuan slightly furrowed his brows, watching the reckless fool before him without giving him a second thought. He then gave Wang Hao a meaningful glance.
Wang Hao nodded and stepped forward arrogantly, shouting, “What do you think you’re doing? Scram!”
Lin Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, completely ignoring Wang Hao and walking past him directly, stepping between the two.
Then, taking a sip of soy milk, he felt a little full and handed the half bowl to Gong Bingye, saying, “Have you had breakfast? It’s a waste to throw this away. If not, it’s yours.”
Lin Fan had meant this as a casual tease. After all, he had already drunk half the soy milk, and his saliva was all over it.
For a woman, especially one of exceptional beauty, drinking after someone else was extremely humiliating.
“No, thank you,” Gong Bingye, whose expression had been tense, relaxed immediately. Then, to Lin Fan’s astonishment, she accepted the half bowl of soy milk. Gracefully parting her seductive lips, she leaned her mouth gently against the porcelain bowl, savoring it delicately.
At this moment, Lin Fan was deeply shocked, secretly thinking to himself, Could it be that Gong Bingye had truly been captivated by his extraordinary charm?
The surrounding people were equally puzzled. Who exactly was this person? Judging from appearances, it seemed that Miss Gong and him must have a close relationship.
Gong Bingye was the daughter of the Gong family. She had never appeared publicly before, but now, with the Gong family in crisis, she had stepped forward to support them. Yet even so, it was still unthinkable for her to casually accept leftovers from a man.
Lin Fan was momentarily speechless. According to his original plan, when he presented the soy milk to Gong Bingye, she should have refused. Then he would finish the remaining soy milk himself.
The arrogant fellow would surely ask who he was, and Lin Fan would drink the rest, then smash the bowl on the ground, making a bold and impressive entrance.
But now, things had gone completely differently, throwing off his rhythm entirely.
Gong Bingye had her own thoughts. Ever since her father’s death and the Gong family’s subsequent crisis, she had wanted to find a reliable support, but at least someone she could approve of.
Though this mysterious man acted strangely, he had at least earned a bit of her favor.
As for romance, they could take time to get to know each other later.
At this moment, Gong Bingye thought to herself that this mysterious man seemed indifferent to beauty and was not captivated by her appearance. Therefore, if she wanted to find a reliable partner, she still needed to work hard.
Even a daughter of a noble family, who had never appeared in public, would eventually end up with someone she had never met. Now, though she could control her own freedom, the Gong family was still in trouble. She couldn’t afford to be selfish.
“Who are you?” Liu Yiyuan asked coldly.
“Want some youtiao? It’s still warm,” Lin Fan offered the unfinished youtiao to Liu Yiyuan.
“Insolent!” At this moment, Liu Yiyuan’s junior disciples wanted to step forward and teach Lin Fan a lesson, but Liu Yiyuan stopped them.
“I will ask you one last time—who are you?” Liu Yiyuan’s eyes flashed with a fierce light. This person was being too disrespectful.
“Want some youtiao?” Lin Fan replied cheerfully, completely ignoring Liu Yiyuan’s question.
“Utterly reckless!” In an instant, Liu Yiyuan became furious. He thrust his palm forward, radiating red true energy, aiming straight at Lin Fan’s chest.
His palm struck true, and Liu Yiyuan’s lips curled into a cold smirk. But in the next moment, Liu Yiyuan stared at Lin Fan in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing.
“Young man, that was quite rude,” Lin Fan said, patting his chest lightly.
The surrounding cultivators’ expressions changed drastically, their hearts filled with shock. This person was a high-level cultivator. Though they didn’t know his exact cultivation level, they could feel the immense true energy in Liu Yiyuan’s palm strike.
Liu Yiyuan’s expression turned serious. He stepped back a few paces, his eyes gleaming with sharpness. This young man was no ordinary person. He had taken the strike so casually, yet suffered no harm. He might be beyond Liu Yiyuan’s ability to confront.
But Liu Yiyuan was not afraid of him, for he was a disciple of the sect.
“Sir, you have exceptional cultivation skills. I am an inner disciple of the Huoda Sect. If you truly intend to stand up for him, you should think carefully,” Liu Yiyuan said coldly.
Just then, Lin Fan, who had been smiling moments ago, moved like lightning, slapping Liu Yiyuan fiercely across the face.
“What sect? I didn’t catch that. Could you please repeat it?” Lin Fan asked, tilting his ear toward him.
At this moment, the surrounding cultivators watched in stunned silence.
They hadn’t expected the other party to attack so suddenly and shamelessly.
This was clearly a grave offense. Liu Yiyuan was an inner disciple of the Huoda Sect, a person of high status. Now, he had been publicly humiliated by this man. It seemed a great calamity was about to unfold.
Liu Yiyuan glared at him, his finger trembling, “You… you! I am an inner disciple of the Huoda Sect, and you actually dared to… good, very good.”
Before Liu Yiyuan could finish, Lin Fan slapped him again, this time with even more disdain.
“Oh, so you’re an inner disciple of the Huoda Sect, huh…”
“You…” Liu Yiyuan glared furiously at him.
His junior disciples beside him were also stunned, unable to believe what was happening.
“What’s so special about being an inner disciple? Look at this,” Lin Fan said contemptuously, then pulled out a token and waved it in front of Liu Yiyuan.
On the ancient token were carved several mountains, with the character “Holy” engraved atop them.
“Look closely. Recognize this?”
“I am the master of the Eleventh Peak, Nameless Peak, of the Holy Sect. I was even embarrassed to show it off. You, just a disciple of some fire sect, dare to act so high and mighty,” Lin Fan waved the token in front of Liu Yiyuan, making sure his dog eyes got a good look.
As Liu Yiyuan saw the pattern and characters on the token, his face gradually turned pale.
He recognized this token—it was a unique token of the Holy Sect’s peak masters, recorded in every sect’s scriptures.
Though the Huoda Sect was a sect, compared to the Holy Sect, it was far inferior.
Now, he had offended a peak master of the Holy Sect…
When the onlookers heard this, they were all shocked. The Holy Sect’s name was like thunder in their ears—it was a great sect indeed.
Gong Bingye gazed at Lin Fan’s back, her beautiful face gradually changing. She hadn’t expected the mysterious man to actually be from the Holy Sect, and even a peak master. This was…
“You little brat, what are you showing off for? Even if your sect leader came here today, I’d still beat him up. Believe me!” Lin Fan didn’t know the Huoda Sect leader’s cultivation level, but who couldn’t boast a little? No one would know the truth anyway.
Liu Yiyuan, left speechless by Lin Fan’s words, felt his earlier anger instantly transform into fear.
“I don’t want to waste words with you, kid. I’ll keep your things for now. Go back and tell your sect leader to come find me at the Holy Sect. I’d like to ask how exactly you were taught,” Lin Fan didn’t wait for Liu Yiyuan to argue. He directly yanked the storage ring from Liu Yiyuan’s hand, then reached into his robe to check for anything else.
“This… this…” Liu Yiyuan saw Lin Fan pull out a leather map, his face changing instantly.
“Don’t ‘this’ and ‘that.’ I’m keeping it. Tell your sect leader to come get it from me later,” Lin Fan, seeing Liu Yiyuan’s reaction, knew it might be a treasure. Without giving him a chance to speak, he confiscated it immediately.
“Alright, scram! Don’t make me angry,” Lin Fan waved his hand broadly after confiscating everything.
Liu Yiyuan’s expression turned anxious. He wanted to speak, but seeing the other’s demeanor, he swallowed his words.
“Scram…”
“Scram…”
“Scram…”
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