At this moment, Lin Fan’s heart was filled with sweetness. Looking at the newborn cub that had just come into the world and couldn’t yet open its eyes, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Its fur was snow-white, and it had not yet grown horns on its head—it looked exactly like a little lion.
Lin Fan quietly pulled back the cub’s hind legs to take a peek, trying to determine whether it was male or female.
In Lin Fan’s opinion, it would be great if it were male, since males generally had much stronger combat power than females. Unfortunately, this cub was female.
Lin Fan had no idea how long he had been here. He also didn’t know whether the disciples of the sect had already left. He then placed the cub into his backpack without hesitation and exited the cave.
Before Lin Fan’s tombstone stood a disciple, sobbing bitterly like a nightingale crying blood, overwhelmed with grief.
“Master Uncle, I’m truly sorry. It’s all my fault. I hope you can forgive me.” The disciple weeping in front of Lin Fan’s tomb was none other than the one who had let out that fart the other day.
That single fart had nearly led to total annihilation.
“Master Uncle, I’m sure you can’t hear me now, but I hope my inner thoughts can reach you somehow…”
“Hmm, I’ve already heard them.” At that moment, a deep voice pierced through the night.
“Who’s there?” Startled, the disciple immediately stood up, eyes alert scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, making the disciple’s heart tighten with unease.
Sweat gradually beaded on his forehead.
“Don’t tell me you don’t even recognize your own Master Uncle anymore?” At this moment, Lin Fan stood behind the tombstone, intermittently using his invisibility technique, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.
“Mas… Master Uncle…” At that moment, the disciple’s voice trembled, unable to believe his own eyes.
“Do you know your mistake? That fart of yours killed your Master Uncle!” Lin Fan said in a low, grim tone.
The disciple’s eyes widened, staring at the flickering figure before him, suddenly letting out a terrified scream.
“A ghost!”
“Hey.” Just as Lin Fan was about to call out, the disciple had already scrambled away in panic, disappearing without a trace.
“Tsk, what a coward. And he dares to call himself a core disciple of the Sacred Sect,” Lin Fan sighed helplessly. Looking at the tombstone, he couldn’t help but chuckle. In his lifetime, he hadn’t even reached the end yet, but someone had already erected two tombstones for him.
This expedition left the Sacred Sect disciples in a gloomy mood. They had gained nothing and, worse, caused the tragic death of Master Lin. Could it be that Heaven no longer blessed the Sacred Sect?
Thinking back since the founding of the Sacred Sect, every time they ventured out, disaster followed. Where was the unstoppable momentum they once had?
“Senior师兄, there’s a ghost!” The disciple returned in terror, his face pale with fear.
“Hmph, speaking nonsense!” Elder Yu was in a bad mood and scolded him harshly.
“That’s right! There really is a ghost—Master Lin has come back as one! He just appeared before me!”
…
“Junior apprentice, did your Master Uncle return as a ghost?” A voice came from the darkness.
Upon hearing this, everyone’s expression changed, and the disciple immediately hid behind Elder Yu, terrified of ghosts more than anything else.
As the figure gradually approached, the moonlight revealed his silhouette. Elder Yu’s expression suddenly turned to one of excitement. The other disciples were equally thrilled, shouting out.
“Master Lin, you’re alive!”
Lin Fan smiled. “What nonsense is this about life and death? Your Master Uncle possesses unparalleled strength. This is nothing.”
“We saw it with our own eyes—you were swallowed by the Snow King Lion. How could you still be alive?” Elder Yu stepped forward, his face filled with disbelief, as if Lin Fan’s reappearance was simply impossible.
At this, Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, turned his back, and folded his hands behind him. With sharp eyes fixed on the bright moon hanging in the sky, he spoke calmly.
“Who do you think I am? I am Lin Fan, the sixth sect leader of the Saint-Demon Sect on the Nameless Peak of the Sacred Sect. How could a mere Snow King Lion possibly be my match? I have already slain it, and its cub is now in my possession.”
At that moment, Lin Fan exuded an aura like a storm, enveloping everyone present.
Everyone was stunned beyond belief.
He had killed the Snow King Lion?
“This…”
Lin Fan gave a faint humph, clearly displeased at their disbelief. “Look for yourselves—what is this?”
As the group laid eyes on the snow-white cub of the Snow King Lion, they all gasped in shock.
“Master Uncle, is this really true?” Zong Hentian asked in disbelief.
They all knew how powerful the Snow King Lion was—it was truly formidable. Especially the final red Snow King Lion, which was extremely brutal and terrifying.
“Of course it’s true. Would I lie to you?”
…
Eventually, everyone came to believe it all. As for exactly how Master Lin had managed to kill the Snow King Lion, no one knew. However, the admiration in everyone’s eyes when they looked at Master Lin was undeniable.
It was a dark and windy night.
Tonight, the moon was full and bright. Even without lanterns, the earth was bathed in its glow.
At this moment, Yungtian City was unusually quiet, with an air of solemnity and bloodshed.
“Kill!”
The killing intent reached the heavens, thick with blood.
In this once-harmonious city, a massacre was unfolding.
“You, who are supposed to be elders of the sect, dare to strike us down. How can you still show your faces?” A middle-aged man in a green robe, drenched in blood, cried out bitterly.
“Annoying.”
Blades flashed, light bursting forth.
A head flew high into the air, tracing a streak of light across the silent night.
“Guardian…”
The head of the Cai family screamed in anguish, staring at the figure before him—like an invincible god—his heart and soul instantly drained of all resistance.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants. I gave you a chance, but you failed to cherish it. Your deaths are on no one but yourselves.” Ling Ao looked down upon the group like a god surveying insects.
“Cai Hui, the大人 (adult?) has already given you a chance, but you refused to take it. You have only yourself to blame. Yungtian City can have only one master, and that master is me, from the Chu family.” Chu Mulin sneered.
Cai Heng held his sword tightly, staring at the bodies around him—these were all members of the Cai family, now reduced to cold, lifeless corpses.
Just one man had slaughtered the Cai family so thoroughly that they couldn’t even mount the slightest resistance. The overwhelming gap in strength had extinguished any hope of resistance.
“Father…” Cai Zhiqiao, the young girl, her once-rosy face now pale with fear, clung tightly to Cai Heng’s back.
Cai Heng looked around at the remaining people before slowly bowing his head. “Lord, the Cai family is willing to leave. Please spare us a path to survival.”
In the world of noble families, victory and defeat were common. To preserve their bloodline, they could only submit.
Chu Mulin, seeing this, felt secretly pleased. “Alright, I am not a merciless man. You may…”
Chu Mulin had no intention of wiping them out completely—just driving them away would suffice. But before he could finish speaking, his words were cut off by a cold voice.
“Did I say you could leave alive?” Ling Ao’s icy aura blanketed the entire scene, his overwhelming pressure suppressing everyone present, leaving them feeling utterly powerless.
“I already gave you a chance yesterday. Today, I said no survivors, so there shall be none. Killing these mortals is like squashing ants.” Ling Ao’s eyes burned with cold-blooded intent.
On the warship above, the elders of the Fengtian Sect watched coldly, nodding in approval at Ling Ao’s decision.
The Fengtian Sect had no room for those who showed mercy. If they had been given chances and failed to cherish them, they could only bear the consequences.
“Tonight, not a single soul of the Cai family shall be spared.” At that moment, Ling Ao’s killing intent surged, and with a wave of his hand, annihilation followed.
The Cai family stared in horror at this invincible god of death, their hearts sinking into despair.
Cai Heng gently stroked his daughter’s head, tears of regret streaming down his face.
“Youngster, you’ve gone too far.”
Just then, a calm voice drifted down from the void.
Everyone looked up.
Under the bright moonlight, a massive warship floated silently in the sky.
A figure descended like a celestial being from above, flickering in and out of sight.
Lin Fan’s form appeared and disappeared intermittently.
His ultimate use of the Invisibility Technique, shifting between reality and illusion,
Was divine, mysterious, and unfathomable.
The calm aura he exuded spread through the crowd, dispelling the oppressive killing intent that had filled the air.
He landed silently, his long hair flowing, glowing under the moonlight. Folding his hands behind his back, Lin Fan fixed his piercing gaze coldly on Ling Ao, his voice low and unwavering.
“The Cai family has a destined connection with this Seat.”
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