Chapter 388: The Scene I Don’t Quite Understand

The scene was quiet, except for the sharp sounds of punches.

All the sect leaders were on edge, watching the two figures being knocked to the ground, their faces filled with discomfort.

The grand masters of Heaven and Earth Sect and Mountain and Sea Sect, defeated by a junior and unable to fight back—how humiliating would this sound if it got out?

“This…” Xuan Yunxian didn’t know how to respond to the current situation. After all, no matter what, these two were sect leaders. This might be going too far.

“It’s fine. Let it happen,” Lin Fan said with a wave of his hand. He knew this situation wouldn’t result in death, and perhaps the punches from Liu Lingfeng wouldn’t even harm the two grandmasters in the slightest.

Huang Yuanlong and Li Cangmang were completely stunned at this moment. They couldn’t wrap their heads around what was happening—how could this annoying fellow knock the sect leaders to the ground?

On the main seat, Lin Fan sat beside Xuan Yunxian and turned to look at the people seated on both sides. He coughed lightly. “Yunxian is my wife, and I am Lin Fan of the Holy Sect. Now that Yunxian has become the sect leader of Xuanjian Pavilion, I hope all of you will offer your support in the future. Lin Fan thanks you all.”

Lin Fan naturally understood Xuanjian Pavilion’s position—it wasn’t particularly strong, nor was it weak, sitting in an awkward middle ground. In the Eastern Ling Continent, there were countless sects, most of which were obscure. However, the name of the Holy Sect was widely known.

Lin Fan couldn’t possibly guard Xuanjian Pavilion constantly. He intended to let his reputation and authority speak for themselves, making others aware of the consequences of their actions.

Yet Lin Fan clearly underestimated his own fame.

The moment he said, “Holy Sect’s Lin Fan,” everyone present was completely stunned.

What had spread the most across the Eastern Ling Continent in the past year? Not the rise or fall of any sect, but the story of Lin Fan of the Holy Sect personally suppressing an ancient great demon and saving the continent.

“Isn’t Lin Fan of the Holy Sect already dead?”

“Yeah, but what’s going on now?”

“I don’t understand. It’s just too confusing.”

“But Xuanjian Pavilion is actually connected to the Holy Sect, and this Sect Leader Xuan is actually from the Holy Sect.”

…

Whispers spread like wildfire among the crowd, leaving everyone in disbelief.

As for whether this was just boasting, they clearly thought that was impossible.

Regardless of anything else, Xuanjian Pavilion was still a mid-tier sect and wouldn’t joke about something like this.

The two sect leaders of Heaven and Earth Sect and Mountain and Sea Sect, who had been beaten by Liu Lingfeng, heard this news and their faces turned grim.

Then, a look of helplessness filled their hearts. If this were truly the case, they probably wouldn’t dare to provoke this person for the rest of their lives.

Xuan Yunxian’s face flushed slightly upon hearing Lin Fan’s words, and her gaze at him was filled with affection.

The former sect leader of Xuanjian Pavilion sighed helplessly. What could he say now that things had come to this?

As for the newer disciples of Xuanjian Pavilion, they hadn’t expected their sect to have such a powerful backing.

Though they had joined later, the name of the Holy Sect was like thunder—known to all.

Now that they had such a powerful patron, it was an exciting development for the disciples of Xuanjian Pavilion.

The inauguration ceremony ended very successfully.

The two sect leaders from Heaven and Earth Sect and Mountain and Sea Sect, after being beaten by Liu Lingfeng, sat quietly, their faces stiff with fear. Each time they met Lin Fan’s gaze, their hearts would race, followed by an awkward smile.

…

Nighttime.

At the disciples’ residence in Xuanjian Pavilion.

The disciples who lived near Xuan Yunxian all moved to sleep elsewhere tonight.

To some of the younger disciples, it was puzzling why their senior sisters had moved from their original rooms to other places, which made them quite curious.

If they had experienced what happened a year ago, they would have understood.

…

Inside the room, a soft glow illuminated the space.

“Hey, Yunxian, why have all the disciples outside moved out of their rooms?” Inside the room, Lin Fan sat with his feet soaking in a bucket of hot water, steam rising and filling the air with comfort.

Though Lin Fan hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, at his current level of cultivation, every movement outside was as clear as day—nothing could be hidden.

Xuan Yunxian was momentarily stunned, unable to figure it out at first. But in an instant, a faint blush appeared on her beautiful face.

Lin Fan was puzzled. “It’s really strange, Yunxian. I can wash my own feet.”

Seeing Xuan Yunxian washing his feet, Lin Fan felt a bit awkward. After all, she was the leader of a sect—this felt inappropriate.

“No, let me do it,” Xuan Yunxian said softly, her delicate hands gently holding Lin Fan’s feet. Her eyes gazed at him lovingly, as if trying to etch his face into her memory forever.

“What’s wrong? Is there a flower on my face?” Lin Fan asked in confusion.

“No, I just want to look at your face carefully and remember it forever. Even if you leave me one day, for thousands of years, across heaven and earth, I will find you,” Xuan Yunxian said lovingly, her smile blooming.

Lin Fan smiled faintly, saying nothing more.

He believed that feelings could grow gradually, from nothing to something deep.

Sometimes, what seemed like a mistake might not be so wrong after all—it might just be fate.

…

The night was dim, and Xuanjian Pavilion was quiet.

Inside the room, the firelight gradually dimmed.

Two figures lay silently.

Under the faint moonlight, Yunxian’s fair and delicate skin glowed softly, like jade.

Time passed slowly.

Lin Fan lay still. The last time had been a special case. Without any external stimulation, being too proactive now felt a bit awkward.

Xuan Yunxian lay beside him, quietly waiting.

“Are you asleep?” Lin Fan asked.

“Not yet,” she replied softly.

“Can you sleep?” In the dim light, Lin Fan blushed slightly, feeling like a big bad wolf slowly digging a pit.

“Mm-hmm.” Xuan Yunxian whispered.

Lin Fan slowly moved his foot, inching into the nearby quilt, little by little.

When the sole of his foot touched Yunxian’s smooth skin, he paused, as if waiting for something.

“I was just checking if your quilt is cold,” Lin Fan explained.

For someone at the Grandmaster level of cultivation, fearing the cold was practically a death sentence.

“It’s actually quite cold,” Xuan Yunxian said gently.

“Oh, mine is quite warm. Let me warm you up a bit. Once you’re warm, I’ll move away.” One foot, then the other, and slowly, he shifted his body until they were both under the same quilt.

To Lin Fan, this was a huge step forward.

…

The former sect leader of Xuanjian Pavilion was puzzled.

“What’s strange? Why is it so quiet tonight? Well, quiet is good. I can finally have a peaceful night’s sleep. The sect might finally rise steadily in the future,” the former leader thought with satisfaction.

“En…”

“En-en…”

At that moment, soft moans came from outside.

The former sect leader froze, then sighed. It seemed like another sleepless night was coming…

“Be gentle, it’s a bit deep…”

“Ahh, oh, I’m sorry.”

“Mm, like this is better. It feels good. Are you tired being on top? Maybe I should be on top so you can rest.”

“No, it’s fine. This way you’re more comfortable.”

“I read a book the other day…”

“What book?”

“Ahh… Actually, there was a picture in the book showing you from behind…”

“Behind? What do you mean behind? Ohhh, let’s try that…”

“Mm…”

Slap… slap slap slap slap…

Under the night sky, two bodies entwined, hair flowing, sweat pouring, whispering softly, changing positions…

The way of yin and yang was boundless, reaching its peak tonight…