The next day.
After spending some intimate moments with his wife, Lin Fan returned to the Xuanhuang Realm, where many matters awaited his attention.
Yun Xian naturally understood that her husband had important affairs to attend to, so she did not insist on keeping him. There would be plenty of time in the future for tender moments.
At the Orchid Pavilion.
Lin Fan stood alone, deep in thought, contemplating what lay ahead.
He knew that when the Ten Thousand Realms opened, it would mark the beginning of great upheaval.
All sorts of hidden experts would emerge from the shadows.
Along his journey, he had encountered many powerful figures, but compared to the vastness of the Great Thousand World and the ancient Holy Realms, what he had seen was merely the tip of the iceberg.
The Great Thousand World had existed for an unfathomable amount of time—if it only contained such limited power, then it wouldn’t even be worth playing with.
Lin Fan knew that when that moment arrived, chaos would erupt.
If he wished to protect those he cared for when the Ten Thousand Realms opened, he had no choice but to continuously enhance his own strength.
“Master!”
From a distance, Zhiqiao and Jiuling approached slowly. They had not slept well the previous night, bound together, making every movement inconvenient and even rest uneasy.
“Master, your disciples know our mistake. Could you please undo this?” They said pitifully, their expressions pleading. Even just one day had been unbearable; if this continued for a long time, it would be unbearable.
“This is a test from your master,” Lin Fan replied firmly, unwilling to release them.
He had left early and hadn’t properly disciplined his two disciples. If he didn’t force them to reconcile now, it would only lead to disaster later.
“Alright, your master still has matters to attend to.”
Without further delay, Lin Fan vanished into the void in an instant.
“Ahh!”
Zhiqiao and Jiuling pouted, stomping their feet. In their eyes, this was pure torment.
But they dared not defy their master’s will. They exchanged glances and gave each other a disdainful huff.
Nowadays, the Holy Sect had already become the most prestigious sect in the entire Xuanhuang Realm—both in the past and present, it remained the supreme sect.
Countless other sects revered it.
From a distant space, Lin Fan gazed ahead. A faint statue stood in the haze, but Lin Fan knew it was his own divine effigy raised to the heavens.
Thinking of this statue, Lin Fan couldn’t help but smile. It had been created after he had staged a performance, and the sect later built it to honor him.
“Indeed, the Holy Sect lives up to its reputation, blessed with fortune like a dragon. Just one sect alone nearly monopolizes two-tenths of the Xuanhuang Realm’s fortune.”
At Lin Fan’s current level of cultivation, he was intimately familiar with the concept of fortune. Moreover, since he had already grasped the will of heaven, examining fortune was now a simple task.
Possessing two-tenths of the fortune, the Holy Sect naturally flourished with extraordinary talents generation after generation, prospering for countless eons.
As Lin Fan appeared at the entrance of the Holy Sect, numerous disciples were present, eyeing him with confusion, as he was an outsider.
These disciples, proud to be part of the Holy Sect, knew that the sect was no joke—it was the supreme sect in the Xuanhuang Realm.
As Lin Fan stepped onto the Holy Sect’s grounds, memories flooded back. He wondered how many people still remembered him.
Five years had passed—perhaps he had already been mostly forgotten.
“You… you…”
At that moment, a group of disciples surrounded him, their expressions stunned, as if they had seen something incredible.
Lin Fan was puzzled. He didn’t understand why these disciples were acting this way, staring at him as if they had seen a ghost.
The disciples looked from Lin Fan to the distant statue, their gazes fixed.
These were outer sect disciples, but upon joining, they were taught the sect’s most fundamental rule—the story of Lin Fan.
Every new disciple was required to stand silently in front of that statue for a full day, not even allowed to make a sound.
Anyone who made noise would be deemed unworthy.
And every day, these disciples would pass by the statue, and over time, without even looking at it, they knew every detail of its appearance.
Lin Fan stood there, hands elegantly clasped behind his back, then took a step forward and walked inside.
The surrounding disciples said nothing, immediately scattering aside and lining up respectfully.
“Greetings to Senior Master Lin!”
In an instant, a thunderous chorus echoed throughout the entire Holy Sect.
The inner sect disciples, upon hearing the sound, were initially unaware of what had happened. But when they saw the figure, just like the outer disciples, they were all stunned into silence.
“Greetings to Senior Master Lin!”
Lin Fan hadn’t expected that even after five years away, every disciple of the Holy Sect would still recognize him. This was something he found quite unbelievable.
“That’s Senior Master Lin, the greatest figure in the Holy Sect!”
“He looks exactly like the statue—there’s no mistake!”
“They say Senior Master Lin ascended to the higher realms. How could he appear here in the Holy Sect?”
“Impossible to be wrong. The aura, the demeanor, the face—it’s all identical!”
“Hurry and inform the Sect Leader and the Elders!”
…
However, what puzzled Lin Fan was that his seniority seemed to have increased again.
That was indeed a strange phenomenon.
Many of the Holy Sect’s prodigies gazed at Lin Fan.
They were the sect’s elite—some aloof, some proud, some domineering.
But in this moment, they could only respectfully call out, “Senior Master Lin.”
In an instant, several streaks of light flashed from deep within the Holy Sect.
“That’s the Ancestor!”
“The Sect Leader has come!”
“The Supreme Elders have arrived!”
…
Feeling the familiar auras, Lin Fan’s lips curled into a smile as he calmly said, “I’m back.”
Before him stood familiar figures—Ancestor Yan, Elder Wuya, Sect Leader Zong Hentian, and others.
The devout Lu Yan, the invincible warrior Meng Hao, the peerless swordsman Jian Wudi, and many more…
“Lin Fan!” Yan Hongyu’s expression shifted in shock, disbelief spreading across his face.
Even Elder Wuya, whose expression had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, showed signs of inner turbulence.
“Haha, what’s wrong with you all? Have you all forgotten me already? It’s only been five years,” Lin Fan chuckled.
“Senior Master!” Zong Hentian was especially excited, immediately stepping forward.
He had missed his Senior Master terribly during these five years, believing he might never see him again. Yet now, five years later, his Senior Master had returned.
“You’re not bad. You’ve actually become the Sect Leader,” Lin Fan grinned, eyeing Zong Hentian’s attire.
“Hehe!” Zong Hentian scratched his head proudly, his air of authority as Sect Leader vanishing completely in front of Lin Fan.
Once again, he was just the young follower behind his Senior Master, just as he had been before.
To the disciples, seeing their dignified Sect Leader behave this way was shocking—they couldn’t believe their eyes.
As for the newer disciples, Lin Fan was a legendary figure they had only heard about.
Within the sect, they had heard countless stories from the elders about the past, each tale leaving them awestruck, unable to believe that such an existence could truly be real.
To the disciples of the Holy Sect, Lin Fan was the most legendary figure in their hearts.
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