“Finally arrived.”
Several days later, Lin Fan stood atop a towering mountain, gazing at the distant Xuan Jian Pavilion, his destination for this journey.
At first sight of the Xuan Jian Sect, Lin Fan was stunned by the breathtaking view. The sect was built upon the surface of a gigantic sword, seemingly fallen from the heavens and thrust diagonally into the ground. The sword was immense, awe-inspiring in its grandeur.
A powerful sword aura radiated from it—sharp, cold, and piercing.
Yet, despite its formidable presence, the Xuan Jian Pavilion was brimming with vitality.
Truly a paradise on earth.
Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy. No wonder it’s a sect for women—they sure know how to enjoy life. Thinking about his own sect, he sighed helplessly. There was just no comparison.
Majestic, gentle, and beautiful—all harmoniously blended into a mesmerizing sight.
He thought to himself that the sect leader must be over a hundred years old, definitely in the grandmother category. If she were a bit younger, he wouldn’t mind having a little something going on and even staying around for a while.
Shaking his head, Lin Fan made his way down to get what he had come for.
…
“Halt! This is the Xuan Jian Pavilion. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter!” A young female disciple with a pretty face blocked Lin Fan’s path.
The young disciple eyed him warily.
“Little miss, I’m not some random passerby. I’m here to speak with your sect leader,” Lin Fan replied, looking at the disciple. He had initially considered subduing her and barging in.
“Finally, we’ve arrived.”
Several days later, Lin Fan stood atop a towering mountain peak, gazing at his destination in the distance—the Xuanjian Pavilion.
At first glance, the sight of the Xuanjian Pavilion’s sect left Lin Fan utterly astonished. The pavilion was built upon the surface of a massive sword, which seemed to have descended from the heavens, slanting into the ground. The sheer size of the sword was awe-inspiring, leaving onlookers in awe.
An intense sword aura emanated from this mysterious structure—sharp and chilling.
Yet, despite this, the Xuanjian Pavilion was brimming with vitality.
It truly was a paradise on earth.
Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. As expected of a sect dominated by women, they certainly knew how to enjoy themselves. Thinking of his own sect, he couldn’t help but sigh—there was simply no comparison.
Majestic, gentle, beautiful—all harmoniously blended together, creating a breathtaking scene.
He mused that the sect leader of Xuanjian Pavilion must be over a hundred years old, a venerable elder. If she were younger, he wouldn’t mind getting involved with her and staying for a long time.
Lin Fan shook his head and then descended the mountain to retrieve what he had come for.
…
“Halt! This is the Xuanjian Pavilion. Outsiders are not permitted to enter,” a beautiful female disciple blocked Lin Fan’s path, her expression wary.
“Little sister, I’m not an outsider. I’m here to speak with your sect leader about something,” Lin Fan replied, initially considering forcing his way in.
However, seeing that the disciple was only at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. As the top expert of the Sacred Sect, it wouldn’t be right to bully someone so much weaker.
Moreover, he had come here to ask for something, and causing harm would be inappropriate.
“How dare you! Who are you?” the female disciple shouted angrily, drawing her sword as she saw Lin Fan’s audacity.
Lin Fan shook his head, ignoring her, and continued walking forward.
“Stop!” The disciple, furious at being ignored, charged after him.
“Thief, if you dare to go any further, don’t blame me for being rude!” This disciple hadn’t been in the sect for long and had never encountered such a situation before.
Although the Xuanjian Pavilion wasn’t a top-tier sect, no one usually dared to cause trouble. Now that someone had, she wasn’t sure how to handle it.
Lin Fan remained silent, calmly continuing his ascent.
He couldn’t help but wonder why all sects liked to make the entrance steps so high.
“Thief, take this!” The disciple, seeing that he wouldn’t listen, lashed out in frustration, thrusting her sword toward Lin Fan’s arm.
“Clang!”
“How is this possible?” The disciple stared in shock at her broken sword, her eyes welling up with tears as she stood frozen in place.
“My sword…” She hadn’t been in the sect for long and had finally saved up enough contribution points to exchange for the high-grade sword she had always wanted. Yet, before she could even use it properly, it was already broken.
Seeing the disciple standing there crying, Lin Fan sighed, picked up the broken half of the sword from the ground, and refined it.
A gleaming sword, radiating a cold aura, was thrust into the ground.
“Here, this is your compensation. I have business with your sect leader,” Lin Fan said without further explanation, continuing on his way.
The teary-eyed disciple, looking at the shimmering sword on the ground, was stunned. She reached out to touch it, her expression changing.
Mid-grade Profound Tier…
“Thank you, Senior,” the disciple said, finally realizing that the young man before her was a senior expert. To refine a mid-grade Profound Tier sword from a broken fragment was truly terrifying.
For Lin Fan, crafting anything less than a divine artifact no longer held his interest.
In his spare time, he would occasionally refine items, hoping to create a divine artifact, but reality was cruel—he hadn’t even come close.
…
Along the way, many female disciples noticed Lin Fan. A man suddenly appearing here was strange, and some disciples quietly left to inform their elders.
When he reached the top, Lin Fan smiled.
The members of the Xuanjian Pavilion were already there, waiting for him.
“Who are you, and why have you come to the Xuanjian Pavilion?” asked an ordinary elder.
“Lin Fan of the Sacred Sect. I request an audience with your sect leader,” Lin Fan replied softly, his voice carrying throughout the entire Xuanjian Pavilion despite its calm tone.
Inside the sect leader’s hall.
The sect leader of Xuanjian Pavilion was discussing matters with several grand elders when they suddenly heard the voice from outside. Startled, they exchanged glances and hurried out.
The situation outside was tense. Lin Fan’s calm demeanor infuriated the elder.
In the thousands of years of the Xuanjian Pavilion’s history, no one had ever been so audacious.
As for the Sacred Sect, she naturally knew of it, but she didn’t truly believe Lin Fan was from the Sacred Sect—he didn’t seem the part.
“Seize him!” the elder shouted angrily.
…
“Stop!”
The crowd surrounding Lin Fan turned to see the newcomers and immediately changed their expressions.
“Greetings, Sect Leader!”
“Grand Elders…”
Following the sect leader, Xuan Yunxian’s beautiful eyes fell upon Lin Fan, and her expression shifted slightly, disbelief in her heart.
She hadn’t expected it to be him.
The scenes from the Flaming Hell flashed through her mind.
He was alive—that was truly wonderful. But why had he come here? Was it to find her?
Xuan Yunxian’s thoughts began to wander. The words he had spoken to her that day were still etched in her memory.
Every day, she would grieve in silence, hoping that man was still alive, but she told herself it was impossible. The sea of flames in the Flaming Hell was something even they couldn’t survive.
Yet now, this man had reappeared, stirring the calm that had gradually returned to her heart.
Lin Fan stood there, about to speak, but a certain gaze made his heart tremble. When he saw the owner of that gaze, he felt a pang of regret.
“Damn it, this is bad. Trouble’s coming,” Lin Fan muttered, recalling how, in the heat of the moment in the Flaming Hell, he had impulsively delivered a heartfelt confession.
Now, the look in that person’s eyes told him that she had truly remembered him—and it seemed she had been genuinely moved.
Stay calm… must stay calm.
Lin Fan silently reminded himself, then spoke.
“Sect Leader Xuan, I am Lin Fan of the Sacred Sect. I have come here on business and request your assistance.”
After all, he was the top expert of the Saint Sect. It wouldn’t look good to bully someone weaker.
More importantly, he was here to ask for something, so hurting someone wouldn’t be appropriate.
“Ridiculous! Who exactly are you?” Seeing his audacity, the female disciple grew furious, shouting as she drew her sword.
Shaking his head, Lin Fan simply ignored her and continued walking forward.
“Stop right there…” The disciple, now enraged at being ignored, charged toward him.
“You scoundrel! If you dare to take another step, don’t blame me for being ruthless!” She had not been in the sect for long and had never encountered such a situation before.
Although the Xuan Jian Sect wasn’t among the top sects, no one usually dared to cause trouble. Now that someone had, she didn’t quite know how to handle it.
Lin Fan remained silent, calmly striding forward.
His mind grumbled, though, about how all sects loved to make their entrance steps so damn tall.
“Scoundrel, take this!” Seeing that he still wouldn’t listen, the disciple, now furious, slashed her sword toward his arm.
“Clang…”
“This… how is this possible?” The disciple stared in disbelief at her broken sword, her eyes welling up as she stood frozen.
“My sword…” She had just earned enough contribution points after a long time to exchange for this high-quality sword she had always wanted. Yet, after only a few days, it was already shattered.
Seeing the young girl standing there in tears, Lin Fan could only sigh helplessly. He picked up the broken half from the ground and refined it with a flick of his hand.
A cold, gleaming sword now stood planted in the ground.
“There you go. This is compensation. I need to see your sect leader now,” Lin Fan said, continuing forward without further explanation.
The disciple, still teary-eyed, stared at the sword shimmering with cold light. She reached out to touch it and was immediately stunned.
Mystic Tier, Mid-Grade…
“Thank you, senior,” she whispered. In that moment, she realized—this young man before her was a senior expert. Only someone of such high cultivation could forge a Mystic Tier sword from a mere fragment. The thought was terrifying.
As for Lin Fan, forging anything other than divine artifacts had long since lost its appeal.
He would occasionally forge something just for fun, hoping to create a divine item. But reality was cruel—he hadn’t even seen a single one.
…
Along the way, many female disciples noticed Lin Fan. The sudden appearance of a man in their sect was unusual. Some quietly left to inform their elders.
When Lin Fan reached the top, he smiled slightly.
The members of the Xuan Jian Sect were already waiting for him.
“Who are you, and why have you come to our sect?” The one speaking was a regular elder.
“Lin Fan of the Saint Sect. I request an audience with your sect leader,” Lin Fan replied calmly. His voice wasn’t loud, yet it echoed throughout the entire Xuan Jian Pavilion.
Inside the sect leader’s hall, the leader of Xuan Jian was conversing with several senior elders when they suddenly heard the voice from outside. They exchanged glances with the elders and hurried out.
Outside, the calm expression on Lin Fan’s face angered the sect elder.
In the thousands of years of Xuan Jian history, no one had ever dared to act so brazenly.
As for the Saint Sect, she was aware of it, but she didn’t truly believe Lin Fan was who he claimed to be. After all, he didn’t look like someone from such a prestigious sect.
“Seize him!” the elder roared.
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“Hold!”
At the sound of the command, the surrounding disciples halted and turned to see the newcomers, immediately changing their expressions.
“Greetings, Sect Leader!”
“Senior Elders…”
Behind the sect leader, Xuan Yunxian’s beautiful eyes fell upon Lin Fan, and her expression subtly shifted. She couldn’t believe it was him.
The scenes from the Hellfire Abyss flashed through her mind.
He’s alive. That’s truly wonderful. But how did he end up here? Could he have come for her?
At that moment, Xuan Yunxian’s thoughts began to spiral. She still remembered clearly the words he had said to her that day.
Each day since, she had felt sorrowful, secretly hoping he was still alive. But she had told herself it was impossible. Even she wouldn’t have survived the inferno of the Hellfire Abyss.
Yet now, he had returned, stirring her once-calm heart once again.
Lin Fan was about to speak when suddenly, a gaze sent a chill through his heart. When he saw who it belonged to, he felt a sinking feeling in his gut.
“Damn it, this is bad. Trouble is coming,” Lin Fan inwardly groaned, recalling how, back in the Hellfire Abyss, he had given in to a sudden urge and poured his heart out in a passionate confession.
But now, that person’s gaze told him the truth—she had truly remembered him, and worse, she seemed genuinely moved.
Stay calm… stay absolutely calm.
Lin Fan silently reminded himself before speaking.
“Leader Xuan, I am Lin Fan of the Saint Sect. I have come on a matter of importance and humbly request your assistance.”
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