Chapter 794: Resentment

Yao Wuxie, who had always dreamed of saving the world, didn’t hesitate before joining forces with Lin Fan.

In Yao Wuxie’s own words:

“The people are suffering terribly now. How can I stand idly by? I must use my own hands to save them.”

Lin Fan was deeply moved by these words. This, he thought, was the true spirit of a great hero among humanity.

…

A few days later.

Everyone gathered at the Holy Sect.

“This time, the Holy Sect has taken the lead, inviting the leaders of all the great sects to discuss matters. We’ve spoken a lot, but we still don’t know what they’re really thinking,” said Yan Hongyu, who was naturally the one in charge, as no one dared to oppose him. Yet even Yan Hongyu himself wasn’t entirely sure of the others’ intentions.

“I think they will agree,” Lin Fan said with a smile, unfazed by the uncertainty.

“The leaders of all the sects are already gathered in the hall. Whether we can convince them now depends on you,” Yan Hongyu continued.

…

At that moment, in the grand hall outside.

The leaders and elders of the great sects had assembled.

The Holy Sect had come to their sects, trying to persuade them.

But this matter left them all in disbelief. How could the upper realms be like this? It must be an illusion.

“Master Wang, what do you think about this?” asked Master Long, clearly hesitant. Yan Hongyu’s words were alarming, but who could say whether it was real or just a scare tactic?

Master Wang’s expression remained calm and unreadable. “Go with the flow.”

Master Long immediately exploded, “Master Wang, you really have no opinion at all, do you?”

“Master Long, how can you say that? ‘Go with the flow’ doesn’t mean having no opinion. The general consensus is not to oppose,” Master Wang replied.

Master Long looked at Master Wang, momentarily at a loss for words, then turned to ask other sect leaders.

This was a matter of great importance.

If sects stopped fighting each other, would they even still be sects?

Would life still be interesting?

“Look, Master Xin looks a bit strange. His face is so flushed—could he be constipated?” some sect leaders whispered cautiously among themselves.

But when Xin Feng turned his gaze toward them, they quickly straightened their expressions, pretending nothing had happened.

Xin Feng was visibly excited—Lin Brother had returned.

Yet he also felt a bit annoyed. Lin had returned but hadn’t come to see him first. How infuriating.

Still, it had been five years since they last met, and Xin Feng couldn’t help feeling thrilled.

As for the whispers of the surrounding sect leaders, Xin Feng heard every word, but he chose not to stoop to their level.

These people had nothing better to do all day—gossiping like old women, more womanly than women themselves.

But could they really be blamed? When their cultivation reached such a peak, there wasn’t much else to do. They spent their days either lounging around or organizing disciples to fight other sects.

In short, they had grown too comfortable.

“Thank you all for coming to the Holy Sect,” Yan Hongyu said as he walked forward. Although Zong Hentian was the current sect leader, he was still too young, and Yan Hongyu feared he wouldn’t be able to command enough authority, so he had to step in personally.

“Brother Feng, it’s been a long time,” Lin Fan had sensed a powerful wave of resentment from a distance.

And clearly, it was coming from Xin Feng.

After all, Lin hadn’t gone to see him first upon returning. Of course he’d be upset.

Xin Feng looked at Lin Fan and couldn’t help but step forward and embrace him. “Lin Brother, you’ve finally returned.”

At that moment, the other sect leaders began whispering again.

“Look at Brother Feng’s face, his expression, the emotions in his eyes. Something’s off.”

“Ah! It really does seem like it.”

“Could Brother Feng be… you know?”

“It’s hard to say. Let’s keep it down—after all, we’re all sect leaders. Let’s give him some dignity.”

For these idle sect leaders, catching even a single piece of gossip was enough to talk about for a whole year.

Especially when it came to the leader of Jiuxiao Sect.

This was exciting stuff.

“Brother Feng, please don’t take offense. I returned in a bit of a rush, and I’ve had too many things to deal with to visit Jiuxiao Sect yet,” Lin Fan explained.

“It’s fine, I understand, Brother. But I heard something big happened in the upper realm this time. I wonder what’s really going on,” Xin Feng said, appearing calm on the surface but clearly quite upset inside.

Lin Fan nodded, then turned to the crowd. “Everyone, I am Lin Fan. The upper realm is called Gusheng Realm, where the ancient race oppresses countless beings. The situation is dire. Please see for yourselves the details.”

With a thought, Lin Fan used his spiritual power to project the events that had occurred in Gusheng Realm into the air.

A scene unfolded before them—everything Lin Fan had seen and experienced was vividly displayed.

The leaders of the sects watched intently, eyes wide.

“Oh my…”

“Brutal.”

“These strange creatures are so strong.”

“The ancient race devours living beings alive. How evil.”

The leaders of the sects were all captivated by the images, their expressions shifting in shock.

Lin Fan didn’t bother explaining further. Some things needed to be seen to be believed. A single image was worth a thousand words.

Minute by minute passed.

Not only the sect leaders, but even Yan Hongyu and the others were deeply absorbed.

They had never imagined the upper realm to be so dangerous.

With a flick of his sleeve, Lin Fan made the images vanish.

“What do you all think? If we wait here to die, we’ll accomplish nothing. We must fight for a chance at survival. The ancient race’s supreme beings are not the real threat—it’s the will of heaven that we should fear,” Lin Fan said.

In the past, Lin Fan had thought that if he could kill all the supreme beings of the ancient race, Gusheng Realm would be saved. But now, he realized it wasn’t that simple.

The real enemy was the will of heaven.

The will of heaven in Gusheng Realm was a thousand times more terrifying than any supreme being.

Though Lin Fan was powerful, he couldn’t take on an entire army alone.

“What do you all say?” Lin Fan asked.

The crowd exchanged glances, as if waiting for someone to speak first.

“This is a serious matter.”

“Yes, it’s terrifying. We never imagined even a single soldier of the ancient race would be so strong.”

“Lin Brother, whatever you decide, Jiuxiao Sect will stand by you,” Xin Feng declared.

“Same with Xuanjian Pavilion,” said Xuan Yunxian.

For Xuan Yunxian, how could she not stand by her husband?

Master Wang, who always followed the majority, now that two major sects had taken a stance, naturally followed suit.

Other sect leaders hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement.

“If that’s the case, let’s form an alliance. Better united than scattered. Together, we can resist the ancient race,” Lin Fan said.

“Yes, that makes sense. If we don’t unite, we’re doomed.”

“I agree.”

“I agree too.”

“Everyone, to prevent me from holding too much power, the alliance leader should be chosen from among all the sects,” Lin Fan suggested.

“No, no, we trust the Holy Sect.”

“Yes, we believe that under your leadership, we will surely win.”

“As for choosing a leader from among the sects, forget it.”

“You’ve spent so much time in Gusheng Realm. You understand it better than any of us. Naturally, you should lead.”

When the sect leaders heard that the alliance leader might be chosen from among them, they were stunned.

Such a dangerous task? They definitely didn’t want to take it on.

To them, let the tall one bear the burden when the sky falls.

They were happy to follow orders. As for the position of alliance leader? Forget it. Just thinking about it was dangerous enough.

Lin Fan sighed, realizing that perhaps showing them those images had been a mistake.

He had frightened them before even setting foot in Gusheng Realm. That, too, was a kind of sin.