The elders of the Five Sects and the head of the Demon Family exchanged glances and finally nodded in agreement.
They had decided it was better not to intervene. Preserving their own lives was the most important thing at this moment.
They couldn’t fathom who this person was, who with a mere flick of his hand, had killed Wang Minghai. Weren’t those who could enter the Burial Sea Demon Land supposed to be below the Great Heavenly Realm?
The disciples of the Kunpeng Sect were filled with grief and indignation. The death of Elder Wang had a profound impact on them. This person before them deserved to die a thousand deaths. They would remember him, and from now on, the Kunpeng Sect would be in an eternal feud with him.
At this moment, Lin Fan really wanted to tell everyone, “This is a misunderstanding.”
But the words, just reaching his throat, were swallowed back down.
Who was he? Besides himself, what did they know?
“This humble one did not wish to kill, but this person was steeped in evil, committing countless murders and robberies, bullying the weak, and burdened with sin. This time, I was merely carrying out the will of heaven,” Lin Fan said with his hands behind his back, his face calm, trying hard to appear profound and mysterious.
The chick was already dumbfounded, shaking its head repeatedly, occasionally glancing at the lifeless body below and then at Lin Fan.
It hadn’t expected its companion to be so powerful, capable of turning the world upside down with a single palm strike.
But for the chick, the stronger its companion, the happier it was. Only then would its own life be safer.
The chick, lacking ambition, leaned closer to Lin Fan’s head, as if a small step with its claw deepened their bond significantly.
“Elder, wouldn’t you agree?” Lin Fan asked with interest, looking at Elder Qinghuo of the Blazing Flame Sect.
The hot-tempered Elder Qinghuo, now pale with anger and reluctance, eventually nodded meekly.
“Correct,” Qinghuo said firmly, without hesitation, as if the word “correct” was something he couldn’t resist.
No one would go against their own life. With everything laid out before them, only a fool would continue to kill and plunder. Not being killed in return would be a stroke of luck.
Lin Fan sighed softly in his heart. With his right arm fused with the Ancient Arm, how could he continue to play with passion? Perhaps from now on, his path would be one of unrestrained freedom.
Looking at these sect elders, who likely considered themselves above others and had committed numerous murders and robberies, Lin Fan knew he couldn’t be like them. It would be better to rob them later, as a way of carrying out the will of heaven.
At this moment, Lin Fan saw the King of Qin standing motionless. Originally, he wanted to tell him that his son had long been dead.
But when Lin Fan saw the anxious look in the King of Qin’s eyes, he couldn’t help but soften.
His relationship with the Qin Divine Dynasty was complex. The King of Qin’s son was tyrannical and had killed innocents. Lin Fan had avenged the deaths of 108 villagers, which was justified.
And the King of Qin seeking revenge for his son was also understandable. The cycle of gratitude and resentment was something no one could clearly explain.
Seeing the King of Qin again, Lin Fan realized that the King of Qin that day was likely not the real one, and the one standing there now was the true King of Qin.
“King of Qin, you need not wait any longer. Your son, with his unparalleled talent, has been taken as a personal disciple by the Seven Sages. The Seven Sages have also left a message: your son’s killing aura and sins are too heavy, and he is prone to divine retribution. If you wish for your son’s safety, return and treat your people well, reducing his sins,” Lin Fan casually fabricated a lie.
When the King of Qin heard this, his anxious eyes momentarily flickered with a divine light, but then he looked at Lin Fan with suspicion, doubting his words.
“Believe it or not, it’s up to you,” Lin Fan said, flicking his sleeve, not saying more. One lie was already pushing the limits; saying more would only reveal flaws.
The King of Qin looked at Lin Fan, hesitated for a moment, and then bowed in farewell.
Lin Fan didn’t know if the King of Qin believed him, but for someone in such a situation, a single word from another could give them infinite hope.
“Disciples of the Kunpeng Sect, I will not kill you. If you wish for revenge, improve your cultivation. I will give you the opportunity,” Lin Fan said. He truly didn’t want to kill the Kunpeng Sect disciples, not out of kindness, but to let them return and spread the word, so that the powerful members of the Kunpeng Sect would come after him. Then, a flood of experience would come his way.
From Lin Fan’s understanding of these sect leaders, sparing them would surely lead to future troubles. But for Lin Fan, that was exactly the effect he wanted.
This was what it meant to wait for the rabbit to come to the tree. Experience would fall from the sky, and he wouldn’t be able to stop it.
“As for you, who have been disrespectful to me, I do not wish to stoop to your level. But while the death penalty is waived, the living penalty is not. Leave your belongings behind, and I will scatter them to the world, reducing your sins,” Lin Fan said with a divine gaze, staring at the elders of the Five Sects.
When the elders of the Five Sects heard the first half of the sentence, they were overjoyed, thinking they had gotten off scot-free.
But when they heard the latter part, their hearts sank.
What this person said seemed reasonable, but upon closer thought, it felt off.
Wasn’t this just plain robbery? But the way this person framed it made it sound righteous, as if they should be grateful.
In simple terms, it was just one sentence:
“Leave your things, and you can go.”
…
The elders of the Five Sects and the head of the Demon Family hesitated. With their current strength inferior and Wang Haiming’s body lying there, whether to give or not was a matter of a single word.
They couldn’t figure out Lin Fan’s intentions. If they didn’t comply, the outcome might not be any better.
Finally, the elders of the Five Sects gritted their teeth and accepted their loss.
When Lin Fan happily confiscated the storage rings from the elders of the Five Sects and the head of the Demon Family, his joy knew no bounds.
Lin Fan mentally counted the items from these six people. They all seemed high-end. Not bad, not bad. This expedition into the forbidden land had been quite fruitful.
The elders of the Five Sects were beyond depressed. They had always been the ones to kill and plunder, but never had anyone robbed them. In their eyes, this person was nothing but a rogue, and a righteous one at that.
The disciples of the six sects, seeing their elders stripped of their belongings, had nothing to say. They were just relieved that this person hadn’t robbed them.
What they didn’t know was that Lin Fan no longer cared for such trivial items.
In Lin Fan’s view, this was a nurturing plan. Let these rising stars grow well, and when they became experts in the future, robbing them would be much more profitable.
Lin Fan wasn’t foolish; the world was.
And just then, the clear sky suddenly turned overcast, with thunder flashing.
A mysterious aura slowly approached from the distance.
Lin Fan, sensing it, immediately changed his expression. This aura felt familiar… He then focused his gaze on the void, his brow tightly furrowed.
In the midst of the dark clouds, a figure whose appearance and gender were indiscernible, entirely cloaked in black robes, bent over, gripping two iron chains, dragging behind them a tall stone coffin, walking through the void.
The stone coffin was both mysterious and sinister, stained with blood, sending chills down one’s spine.
In that void, it appeared terrifying and ferocious.
They had made their decision—they would not attempt to save anyone. At this point, survival was the top priority.
At this moment, they simply could not figure out who this person was. In the blink of an eye, he had crushed Wang Minghai to death. Weren’t all those who entered the Sea of Graves supposed to be below the Grand Heaven realm?
The disciples of Kunpeng Sect felt grief and fury. The death of Elder Wang had deeply shocked them. This person before them was unforgivable. They would remember him forever, and from now on, the Kunpeng Sect would never cease its pursuit of vengeance against him.
At this moment, Lin Fan really wanted to say to everyone, “This is a misunderstanding.”
But the words, once reaching his throat, were swallowed back by Lin Fan himself.
Who exactly did they think he was? Other than himself, did they really know anything?
“I originally had no intention of killing,” Lin Fan said, hands clasped behind his back, his expression calm. “But this man has committed countless crimes—murder, robbery, bullying the weak. His sins are too great. Today, I merely fulfilled the will of Heaven.”
Chick, at this moment, was already stunned, shaking his head in disbelief. He kept glancing between the now undeniably dead body on the ground and Lin Fan.
He never imagined his little buddy could be so powerful—just one palm, and the heavens turned upside down.
But for Chick, the stronger his companion was, the happier he felt. After all, the safer his chicken life would be.
Without much dignity, Chick leaned closer to Lin Fan’s head, as if inching his chicken feet forward meant deepening their bond.
“Would you agree, Elder?” Lin Fan turned with an amused expression toward Qing Huo, the elder of the Flame Sect.
Qing Huo, known for his fiery temper, was now pale with fear. Anger and resentment filled his heart, but in the end, he reluctantly nodded.
“Yes.”
Qing Huo replied firmly, without hesitation, as if that single word “yes” was something he could not resist.
No one would risk their own life over this. The reality was clear before them all. As for attempting to kill and loot treasures, only a fool would try such a thing—surviving unscathed would already be a miracle.
Lin Fan sighed inwardly. His right hand had fused with the Ancient Arm. How could he ever play with more passion from now on? Perhaps from this point forward, he could only go all out without restraint.
Looking at the elders of these sects, Lin Fan knew they all considered themselves superior, no doubt having committed many acts of murder and robbery. But he couldn’t be like them. Later, he would rob them all instead—this too could be seen as fulfilling Heaven’s will.
At that moment, Lin Fan noticed the motionless figure of the King of Qin. He had originally intended to tell the man that his son was already dead.
But when Lin Fan saw the anxious look in the King of Qin’s eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a little softened.
The matter between himself and the Qin Dynasty was complicated. The King’s son had been cruel, killing innocents without restraint. Lin Fan had avenged the hundred and eight villagers, which was completely justified.
And the King of Qin seeking vengeance for his son was also understandable. The web of grudges and debts was too tangled to explain.
Seeing the King of Qin again, Lin Fan finally understood—the King he had met that day must not have been the real one. The one standing there now was likely the true King of Qin.
“King of Qin, there’s no need to wait anymore. Your son, with his extraordinary talent, was chosen by the Seven Sages as a direct disciple. The Seven Sages also left a message: your son’s sins are too heavy, and calamity from Heaven is inevitable. If you wish for him to be safe, return and treat your people kindly, lessening his sins.” Lin Fan casually fabricated a lie.
When the King of Qin heard Lin Fan’s words, the anxious look in his eyes flickered, briefly lighting up with hope. But soon after, he eyed Lin Fan with suspicion, doubting the truth of his words.
“Believe it or not, it’s up to you,” Lin Fan said with a flick of his sleeve, saying no more. A single lie was already a bold move—talking more would only create inconsistencies.
The King of Qin looked at Lin Fan, hesitated for a moment, and then bowed in farewell.
Lin Fan didn’t know whether the King truly believed him, but for someone in such a desperate situation, even a single sentence from another could spark infinite hope.
“Disciples of Kunpeng Sect, I will not kill you. If you wish revenge, then cultivate and grow stronger. I will give you the chance,” Lin Fan said. In truth, he had no real desire to kill them—not out of kindness, but because he wanted them to return and report back, prompting the Kunpeng Sect’s great experts to come after him. Then, a stream of experience points would fall right into his lap.
Based on Lin Fan’s understanding of these sect experts, sparing their lives would certainly bring consequences. But for Lin Fan, that was exactly the effect he wanted.
This was what one might call “waiting by the stump for the rabbit to come”—a blessing falling from the sky, experience points flying in endlessly, impossible to stop.
“As for you, though you have shown me disrespect, I have no intention of stooping to your level. However, though death may be spared, punishment cannot be avoided. Leave your treasures behind, and I shall scatter them across the world, helping you reduce your sins,” Lin Fan said, his gaze piercing as he looked at the five elders.
Upon hearing the first part of his words, the five elders felt immense relief. They hadn’t expected to escape unscathed.
But when they heard the latter part, their hearts sank.
Though his words sounded noble and reasonable, upon deeper thought, something was clearly off.
Wasn’t this just plain robbery and murder? Yet this person spoke of it as if it were a righteous act, so eloquently that one might even feel grateful.
In short, it came down to one sentence:
“Leave your treasures behind, and you may go.”
…
The elders of the five sects and the head of the Yao family exchanged glances and finally nodded in agreement.
They had decided that it was best not to intervene. Preserving their own lives was the most important thing at this moment.
They couldn’t fathom who this person was, who had effortlessly killed Wang Minghai with a single strike. Weren’t those who could enter the Burial Sea Demon Land supposed to be below the Great Heavenly Realm?
The disciples of the Kunpeng Sect were filled with grief and indignation. The death of Elder Wang had a profound impact on them. The person before them deserved to die a thousand deaths. They vowed to remember this person, and from now on, the Kunpeng Sect would be in an eternal feud with him.
At this moment, Lin Fan really wanted to tell everyone, “This is a misunderstanding.”
But the words, just at the tip of his tongue, were swallowed back by Lin Fan.
Who was he? What did they know about him? Nothing but nonsense.
“This humble one did not wish to kill, but this person was steeped in evil, committing countless murders and robberies, bullying the weak, and burdened with sin. This time, I am merely carrying out the will of heaven,” Lin Fan said with his hands behind his back, maintaining a calm and inscrutable expression.
The chick was utterly dumbfounded, shaking its head repeatedly, occasionally glancing at the lifeless body below and then at Lin Fan.
It never expected its companion to be so powerful, capable of turning the world upside down with a single strike.
But for the chick, the stronger its companion, the happier it was. Only then would its own life be more secure.
The chick, lacking any ambition, leaned closer to Lin Fan’s head, as if taking a small step with its claw deepened their bond by a large stride.
“Elder, wouldn’t you agree?” Lin Fan asked with interest, looking at Elder Qinghuo of the Blazing Flame Sect.
The hot-tempered Elder Qinghuo, now pale with anger and reluctance, eventually nodded in submission.
“Correct,” Qinghuo said firmly, without hesitation, as if the word “correct” was something he couldn’t resist.
No one would go against their own life. Everything was laid bare before them. As for killing and looting, only a fool would do such a thing. Not being killed in return was already a stroke of luck.
Lin Fan sighed softly in his heart. With his right arm fused with the Ancient Arm, how could he continue to play with passion? Perhaps from now on, his path would be one of unrestrained indulgence.
Lin Fan looked at the sect elders, who likely considered themselves above others, having committed numerous acts of murder and looting. But he couldn’t be like them. It would be better to rob them later, as a way of carrying out the will of heaven.
At this moment, Lin Fan saw the King of Qin standing motionless. He originally wanted to tell him that his son had long been dead.
But when Lin Fan saw the anxious look in the King of Qin’s eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a bit soft-hearted.
His relationship with the Qin Divine Dynasty was complicated. The King of Qin’s son was tyrannical and killed innocents. Lin Fan avenged the deaths of 108 villagers, which was justified.
And the King of Qin seeking revenge for his son was also natural. The cycle of gratitude and resentment was something no one could clearly explain.
Seeing the King of Qin again, Lin Fan realized that the King of Qin from that day was likely not the real one, and the one standing there now was the true King of Qin.
“King of Qin, you need not wait any longer. Your son, with his unparalleled talent, was taken as a personal disciple by the Seven Sages. The Seven Sages left a message: your son’s killing aura and sins are too heavy, and he is prone to divine retribution. If you wish for your son’s safety, return and treat your people well, reducing his sins,” Lin Fan casually fabricated a lie.
When the King of Qin heard this, his anxious eyes momentarily flickered with a divine light, but then he looked at Lin Fan with suspicion, doubting his words.
“Believe it or not, it’s up to you,” Lin Fan said, flicking his sleeve, not saying more. One lie was already pushing the limits; saying more would only reveal flaws.
The King of Qin looked at Lin Fan, hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists in farewell.
Lin Fan didn’t know if the King of Qin believed his words, but for someone in such a situation, a single word from another could give them infinite hope.
“Disciples of the Kunpeng Sect, I will not kill you. If you wish for revenge, then improve your cultivation. I will give you the opportunity,” Lin Fan said. He truly didn’t want to kill the Kunpeng Sect disciples, not out of kindness, but to let them return and spread the word, bringing the powerful members of the Kunpeng Sect to hunt him down. Then, a string of experience would come knocking at his door.
From Lin Fan’s understanding of these sect elders, sparing them would surely lead to future troubles, but for Lin Fan, that was exactly the effect he wanted.
What was called “waiting for the rabbit” was exactly this. Experience would fall from the sky, one after another, and then it would be unstoppable.
“As for you, who have been disrespectful to me, I do not wish to stoop to your level. But while the death penalty is waived, the living penalty is not. Leave your belongings behind, and I will scatter them across the world, reducing your sins,” Lin Fan said with a divine gaze, staring at the elders of the five sects.
When the elders of the five sects heard the first half of the sentence, they were overjoyed, thinking they had gotten off scot-free.
But when they heard the latter part, their hearts sank.
What this person said seemed reasonable, but upon closer thought, something felt off.
Wasn’t this just plain robbery? But the person before them made it sound as if it were a righteous act, speaking eloquently, making one almost grateful.
In simple terms, it was just one sentence.
“Leave your things, and you can go.”
…
The elders of the five sects and the head of the Yao family hesitated. With their current strength inferior and Wang Haiming’s corpse lying there, whether to give or not was a matter of a single word.
They couldn’t figure out Lin Fan’s intentions. If they didn’t give, the outcome might not be much better.
In the end, the elders of the five sects gritted their teeth, accepting their defeat this time.
When Lin Fan happily confiscated the storage rings from the elders of the five sects and the head of the Yao family, his joy was indescribable.
Lin Fan mentally counted the items from these six people. They all seemed high-end. Not bad, not bad. This trip to the forbidden land had been quite fruitful.
The elders of the five major sects were in a state of deep frustration. They had always been the ones to kill and loot, but never had anyone dared to rob them. In their eyes, the person before them was nothing but a rogue, and a righteous one at that.
The disciples of the six sects, seeing their elders being stripped of their belongings, had nothing to say, and were even relieved that this person hadn’t robbed them.
But what they didn’t know was that Lin Fan no longer cared for such trivial items.
In Lin Fan’s view, this was a nurturing plan. Let these rising stars grow well, and when they became powerful in the future, robbing them then would be much more profitable.
Lin Fan wasn’t foolish; the world was.
And just at this moment, the clear sky suddenly turned overcast, with thunder flashing.
A mysterious aura slowly approached from the distance.
Lin Fan sensed it and immediately changed his expression. This aura felt familiar… His gaze fixed on the void, his brow tightly furrowed.
Within the dark clouds, a figure, indistinguishable in appearance or gender, was entirely cloaked in black robes, hunched over, with two hands tightly gripping iron chains, dragging a tall stone coffin behind, walking through the void.
The stone coffin was mysterious and sinister, stained with blood, sending chills down one’s spine.
In that void, it appeared terrifying and grotesque.
They couldn’t fathom Lin Fan’s intentions. If they refused, the consequences would likely be dire.
In the end, the five elders gritted their teeth and accepted their misfortune.
The elders of the Five Sects and the head of the Demon Family exchanged glances and finally nodded in agreement.
They had decided that it was best not to intervene. Preserving their own lives was the most important thing at this moment.
At this point, they couldn’t fathom who this person was. With a mere backhand, he had struck down Wang Minghai. Weren’t those who could enter the Burial Sea Demon Land supposed to be below the Great Heaven Realm?
The disciples of the Kunpeng Sect were filled with grief and indignation. The death of Elder Wang had a profound impact on them. The person before them deserved to die a thousand deaths. They would remember this person, and from now on, the Kunpeng Sect would be in an unending feud with him.
At this moment, Lin Fan really wanted to tell everyone, “This is a misunderstanding.”
But the words, just reaching his throat, were swallowed back by Lin Fan.
Who was he? Besides himself, what did they know?
“I had no intention of killing, but this person was utterly wicked, committing countless acts of murder and robbery, bullying the weak, and burdened with sin. This time, I was merely carrying out the will of heaven,” Lin Fan said with his hands behind his back, his face calm, trying his best to appear profound and inscrutable.
The chick was already dumbfounded, constantly shaking its head, occasionally glancing at the lifeless body below and then at Lin Fan.
It hadn’t expected its companion to be so powerful, capable of turning the world upside down with a single palm strike.
But for the chick, the stronger its companion, the happier it was. Only then would its own life be more secure.
The chick, lacking any ambition, leaned closer to Lin Fan’s head, as if a small step with its chicken feet deepened their bond.
“Elder, wouldn’t you agree?” Lin Fan asked with interest, looking at Elder Qinghuo of the Blazing Flame Sect.
The hot-tempered Elder Qinghuo, now pale with anger and reluctance, eventually nodded timidly.
“Right,” Qinghuo said resolutely, without any hesitation, as if this single word was something he couldn’t resist.
No one would go against their own life. Everything was laid bare before them. As for killing and looting, only a fool would do such a thing. Not being killed in return was already a stroke of luck.
Lin Fan sighed softly in his heart. With his right arm fused with the Ancient Arm, how could he continue to play with passion in the future? Perhaps from now on, he would have to be unrestrained.
Lin Fan looked at these sect elders, who undoubtedly considered themselves superior and had likely committed many acts of murder and looting. But he couldn’t be like them. It would be better to rob them later, as a way of carrying out the will of heaven.
At this moment, Lin Fan saw the King of Qin standing motionless. He had originally intended to tell him that his son had long been dead.
But when Lin Fan saw the anxious look in the King of Qin’s eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a bit soft-hearted.
His relationship with the Qin Divine Dynasty was complicated. The King of Qin’s son was tyrannical and had killed innocents. Lin Fan had avenged the deaths of 108 villagers, which was justified.
And the King of Qin seeking revenge for his son was also understandable. The cycle of gratitude and resentment was something no one could clearly explain.
Seeing the King of Qin again, Lin Fan finally understood. The King of Qin that day was likely not the real one, and the one standing there now was the true King of Qin.
“King of Qin, you need not wait any longer. Your son, with his unparalleled talent, has been taken as a direct disciple by the Seven Sages. The Seven Sages have also left a message: your son’s killing aura and sins are too heavy, and he is prone to divine retribution. If you wish for your son’s safety, return and treat your people well, reducing his sins,” Lin Fan casually fabricated a lie.
When the King of Qin heard this, his anxious eyes momentarily flickered with a divine light, but then he looked at Lin Fan with suspicion, doubting his words.
“Believe it or not, it’s up to you,” Lin Fan said, flicking his sleeve, not saying more. One lie was already pushing the limits; saying more would only reveal flaws.
The King of Qin looked at Lin Fan, hesitated for a moment, and then cupped his hands in farewell.
Lin Fan didn’t know if the King of Qin believed his words, but for someone in such a situation, a single word from another could give them infinite hope.
“Disciples of the Kunpeng Sect, I will not kill you. If you wish for revenge, then improve your cultivation. I will give you the opportunity,” Lin Fan said. He truly didn’t want to kill the Kunpeng Sect disciples, not out of benevolence, but to let them return and spread the word, bringing the Kunpeng Sect’s powerful figures to hunt him down. Then, a string of experience would come knocking at his door.
From Lin Fan’s understanding of these sect’s powerful figures, sparing them would surely lead to future troubles. But for Lin Fan, this was exactly the effect he wanted.
What was called “waiting for the rabbit” was precisely this. Experience would fall from the sky, and he wouldn’t even need to stop it.
“As for you, who have been disrespectful to me, I do not wish to stoop to your level. But while the death penalty is waived, the living penalty is unavoidable. Leave your belongings behind, and I will disperse them to the world, reducing your sins,” Lin Fan said with a divine gaze, staring at the elders of the Five Sects.
When the elders of the Five Sects heard the first half of the sentence, they were overjoyed, thinking they had gotten off scot-free.
But when they heard the latter part, their hearts sank.
What this person said seemed reasonable, but upon closer thought, it felt off.
Wasn’t this outright robbery? Yet the person before them made it sound as if it were a righteous act, speaking eloquently, making one almost grateful.
In simple terms, it was just one sentence.
“Leave your things, and you can go.”
…
The elders of the Five Sects and the head of the Demon Family hesitated. With their current strength inferior and Wang Haiming’s corpse lying there, whether to give or not was a matter of a single word.
They couldn’t fathom Lin Fan’s thoughts. If they didn’t comply, the outcome might not be much better.
In the end, the elders of the Five Sects gritted their teeth, accepting their loss this time.
When Lin Fan happily confiscated the storage rings from the elders of the Five Sects and the head of the Demon Family, his joy was indescribable.
Lin Fan mentally counted the items from these six people. They all seemed high-end. Not bad, not bad. This expedition into the forbidden land had been quite fruitful.
The elders of the Five Sects were now in a state of deep frustration. They had always been the ones to kill and loot, but never had anyone dared to rob them. In their eyes, the person before them was nothing but a rogue, and a righteous one at that.
The disciples of the Six Sects, seeing their elders being stripped of their belongings, had nothing to say, but they were also relieved that this person hadn’t robbed them.
What they didn’t know was that Lin Fan no longer cared for such trivial items.
In Lin Fan’s view, this was a nurturing plan. Let these future stars grow well, and when they became powerful, robbing them would be much more profitable than now.
Lin Fan wasn’t foolish; it was the world that was foolish.
And just at this moment, the clear sky suddenly turned overcast, with thunder and lightning flashing.
A mysterious aura slowly approached from the distance.
Lin Fan, sensing it, immediately changed his expression. This aura felt familiar… His gaze fixed on the void, his brow tightly furrowed.
Within the dark clouds, a figure, indistinguishable in appearance or gender, was entirely cloaked in black robes, hunched over, holding two iron chains, dragging a tall stone coffin behind them, walking through the void.
The stone coffin was mysterious and sinister, stained with blood, sending chills down one’s spine.
In that void, it appeared terrifying and ferocious.
He mentally counted the treasures from the six individuals—each item seemed high-grade. Excellent, excellent. This trial within the forbidden land had been quite fruitful.
The elders of the Five Sects and the head of the Demon Family exchanged glances and finally nodded in agreement.
They had decided that it was best not to intervene. Preserving their own lives was the most important thing at this moment.
They couldn’t fathom who this person was, who had effortlessly killed Wang Minghai with a single strike. Weren’t those who could enter the Burial Sea Demon Land supposed to be below the Great Heaven Realm?
The disciples of the Kunpeng Sect were filled with grief and indignation. The death of Elder Wang had deeply shocked them. The person before them deserved to die a thousand deaths. They would remember this person, and from now on, the Kunpeng Sect would be in an eternal feud with him.
At this moment, Lin Fan really wanted to tell everyone, “This is a misunderstanding.”
But the words, just as they reached his throat, were swallowed back down.
Who was he? Besides himself, what did they know?
“I had no intention of killing, but this person was utterly wicked, committing countless murders and robberies, bullying the weak, and burdened with sin. This time, I am merely carrying out the will of heaven,” Lin Fan said with his hands behind his back, his face calm, trying his best to appear profound and inscrutable.
The chick was utterly dumbfounded, shaking its head repeatedly, occasionally glancing at the lifeless body below and then at Lin Fan.
It hadn’t expected its companion to be so powerful, capable of turning the world upside down with a single palm strike.
But for the chick, the stronger its companion, the happier it was. Only then would its own life be more secure.
The chick, lacking any ambition, leaned closer to Lin Fan’s head, as if taking a small step with its claws deepened their bond significantly.
“Elder, wouldn’t you agree?” Lin Fan asked with amusement, looking at Elder Qinghuo of the Blaze Sect.
The hot-tempered Elder Qinghuo, now pale with anger and unwillingness, finally nodded reluctantly.
“Correct,” Qinghuo said firmly, without hesitation, as if the word “correct” was something he couldn’t resist.
No one would go against their own life. With everything laid out before them, only a fool would continue to kill and plunder. Not being killed in return would be a stroke of luck.
Lin Fan sighed softly in his heart. With his right arm now fused with the Ancient Arm, how could he continue to play with the same passion? Perhaps from now on, his path would be one of unrestrained freedom.
Lin Fan looked at the sect elders, who likely considered themselves above others, having committed numerous acts of murder and plunder. But he couldn’t be like them. It would be better to rob them later, as a way of carrying out the will of heaven.
At this moment, Lin Fan saw the King of Qin standing motionless. He had originally intended to tell him that his son had long been dead.
But when Lin Fan saw the anxious look in the King of Qin’s eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a bit soft-hearted.
His relationship with the Qin Divine Dynasty was complicated. The King of Qin’s son had been tyrannical, slaughtering the innocent, and Lin Fan had avenged the deaths of 108 villagers, which was only right.
And the King of Qin seeking revenge for his son was also justified. The web of grievances and debts was too tangled for anyone to unravel.
Seeing the King of Qin again, Lin Fan finally understood. The King of Qin from that day must not have been the real one. The one standing there now was likely the true King of Qin.
“King of Qin, there’s no need to wait. Your son, with his exceptional talent, was favored by the Seven Sages and became their personal disciple. The Seven Sages have left a message: your son’s killing aura and sins are too heavy, and he is prone to divine retribution. If you wish for your son’s safety, return and treat your people well, reducing his sins,” Lin Fan casually fabricated a lie.
When the King of Qin heard this, the anxiety in his eyes momentarily dissipated, replaced by a glimmer of hope. But then he looked at Lin Fan with suspicion, doubting his words.
“Believe it or not, it’s up to you,” Lin Fan said, flicking his sleeve, not saying more. One lie was already pushing the limits; saying more would only reveal flaws.
The King of Qin looked at Lin Fan, hesitated for a moment, and then cupped his hands in farewell.
Lin Fan didn’t know if the King of Qin believed him, but for someone in such a situation, a single word from another could offer infinite hope.
“Disciples of the Kunpeng Sect, I will not kill you. If you wish for revenge, then improve your cultivation. I will give you the opportunity,” Lin Fan said. He truly didn’t want to kill the Kunpeng Sect disciples, not out of kindness, but to let them return and spread the word, bringing the powerful members of the Kunpeng Sect to hunt him down. Then, a flood of experience would come his way.
From Lin Fan’s understanding of these sect elders, sparing them would surely lead to future troubles. But for Lin Fan, that was exactly the effect he wanted.
What was called “waiting for the rabbit” was exactly this. Experience would fall from the sky like manna, and he wouldn’t be able to stop it.
“As for you, who have been disrespectful to me, I won’t stoop to your level. But while the death penalty is waived, the living penalty remains. Leave your belongings behind, and I will scatter them to the world, reducing your sins,” Lin Fan said with a divine gaze, staring at the elders of the Five Sects.
When the elders of the Five Sects heard the first half of the sentence, they were overjoyed, thinking they had gotten off scot-free.
But when they heard the latter part, their hearts sank.
What this person said seemed reasonable, but upon closer thought, something felt off.
Wasn’t this just plain robbery? But the person before them made it sound as if it were a righteous act, so convincing that one might even feel grateful.
In simple terms, it was just one sentence.
“Leave your things, and you can go.”
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The elders of the Five Sects and the head of the Demon Family hesitated. With their current strength inferior and Wang Haiming’s corpse lying there, whether to give or not was a matter of a single word.
They couldn’t fathom Lin Fan’s thoughts. If they didn’t comply, the outcome might not be much better.
Finally, the elders of the Five Sects gritted their teeth, accepting their defeat this time.
When Lin Fan happily confiscated the storage rings from the elders of the Five Sects and the head of the Demon Family, his joy was indescribable.
Lin Fan mentally tallied up the items from these six people. They all seemed quite high-end. Not bad, not bad. This expedition to the forbidden land had been quite fruitful.
The elders of the Five Sects were now in a state of deep frustration. They had always been the ones to kill and plunder, but never had anyone dared to rob them. In their eyes, the person before them was nothing but a rogue, and a righteous one at that.
The disciples of the Six Sects, seeing their elders stripped of their possessions, were speechless. They were also relieved that this person hadn’t robbed them.
But what they didn’t know was that Lin Fan no longer cared for such trivial items.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, this was a nurturing plan. Let these rising stars grow well, and when they became powerful in the future, robbing them would be much more profitable.
Lin Fan wasn’t foolish; the world was.
And just at this moment, the clear sky suddenly turned overcast, with thunder and lightning flashing.
A mysterious aura slowly approached from the distance.
Lin Fan sensed it and immediately changed his expression. This aura felt familiar… He then focused his gaze on the void, his brow tightly furrowed.
Within the dark clouds, a figure whose appearance and gender were indistinguishable, entirely cloaked in black robes, hunched over, holding two iron chains, dragging a tall stone coffin behind them, walking through the void.
The stone coffin was both mysterious and sinister, stained with blood, sending chills down one’s spine.
In that void, it appeared both terrifying and ferocious.
The disciples of the six sects, witnessing their elders being stripped of their possessions, could only remain silent, secretly grateful that they themselves had not been targeted.
What they didn’t know was that Lin Fan simply had no interest in looting such small fry.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, this was a cultivation plan. Let these rising stars grow and develop. When they became powerful in the future, robbing them then would be far more profitable than now.
Lin Fan wasn’t foolish—the world was.
At that moment, the once-clear sky suddenly darkened, clouds gathering, lightning flashing.
A mysterious aura slowly approached from the distance.
Upon sensing it, Lin Fan’s expression changed instantly. That aura felt somewhat familiar. He turned his gaze toward the void, frowning deeply.
Within the dark clouds, a figure could barely be seen—its face and gender indistinguishable, completely wrapped in a black robe. It bent forward, gripping two iron chains in its hands, dragging behind it a tall stone coffin as it walked through the air.
The coffin was mysterious and sinister, covered in bloodstains that sent chills down the spine.
In that expanse of sky, it appeared terrifying and monstrous.
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