“Who’s there?” Xue Qing’s expression changed abruptly, his voice sharp with alarm. Someone had approached without him noticing, clearly indicating that the opponent was a master of high skill.
“We’re handling business for the Blood Murder Pavilion. We hope you’ll show us some courtesy.” The Blood Murder Pavilion was famous across thousands of miles, but the identity of the voice’s owner remained unknown. All they could do was hope for no trouble.
Huang Ling’er, the girl from the Savage Clan, wore a look of deep worry. She had come to the Eastern Spirit Continent to retrieve her clan’s sacred treasure, but unexpectedly attracted the attention of the Blood Murder Pavilion. Now, at the end of her strength, she couldn’t help but smile slightly when someone approached. Yet, in an instant, her expression dimmed again. This was the Eastern Spirit Continent, a place described by her clan’s elders as merciless, where no one was truly good.
The few who had been infused with energy from the mysterious ancient well had now recovered their cultivation abilities, though their faces remained pale. Evidently, the forced enhancement they had undergone had left some side effects.
“Holy Maiden, what should we do?” A woman from the Savage Clan whispered anxiously. They had clearly been betrayed—no one should have known about their mission to retrieve the sacred treasure, yet the Blood Sand Pavilion had intercepted them midway.
“Play it by ear,” Huang Ling’er replied cautiously.
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“Heaven and earth are vast, and this seat never gives anyone face.” Lin Fan’s voice drifted through the air once more.
Upon hearing this, Xue Qing’s face darkened with anger, but he restrained himself, realizing he had yet to determine the opponent’s true strength.
At that moment, Lin Fan appeared.
Everyone inhaled sharply, chilled by his presence.
The three-headed, six-armed demonic dharma body, seated cross-legged in midair, exuded an immense pressure.
Its three calm yet sinister faces continuously shifted before their eyes.
Anger, hatred, and malice—each expression embodied the worst of worldly negativity.
Yet what struck them even more was the figure standing beneath the dharma body.
With hands clasped behind his back, he stood in a relaxed, effortless manner, smiling faintly, a complete contrast to the terrifying dharma body above.
“Who exactly is this person?” Xue Qing pondered. Though the Eastern Spirit Continent was vast and he couldn’t possibly know everyone, the dharma body behind Lin Fan clearly belonged to a certain sect. But which sect possessed such a cultivation technique? He was deeply puzzled.
In that moment of hesitation, Huang Ling’er’s eyes, previously filled with sorrow, suddenly gleamed with an unusual light.
It was not fear or panic—it was joy.
If Lin Fan had noticed that look, he would surely have wondered why this girl was so delighted to see him. Could it be that she had been captivated by his unique aura?
At that moment, Lin Fan approached slowly, exuding a gentle yet powerful aura. His calm, kind expression seemed capable of melting even ice with its warmth.
His invisibility technique was subtly activated, further enhancing his air of mystery.
Seeing Lin Fan like this, Xue Qing and the others were deeply shaken. What kind of technique was this, so undetectable that not even the faintest ripple in the void could be sensed?
“May I ask who you are, sir?” Xue Qing stepped forward, his tone polite but his eyes wary.
This time, the Savage Clan’s treasure was something the Blood Murder Pavilion was determined to obtain.
Lin Fan studied Xue Qing. The man reeked of blood—he had clearly killed many, and his murderous aura was almost tangible. His cultivation method was clearly based on killing.
The Blood Murder Pavilion?
Lin Fan had read about this sect in ancient texts. It was one of the most ruthless sects in the Eastern Spirit Continent, with no fixed base, operating instead from a mysterious tower whose location was unknown to all.
The Blood Murder Pavilion followed the path of slaughter, mercilessly killing anyone who stood in their way, whether cultivators or ordinary people.
“This seat is but an ordinary traveler, wandering the world and resolving injustices. May I ask why you all were fighting just now?” Lin Fan smiled gently, exuding a calming aura that soothed the hearts of those around him.
But to Xue Qing, this man radiated danger.
“Outrageous! The Blood Murder Pavilion handles its own affairs and needs no intervention,” one of the Blood Murder Pavilion’s disciples barked, his eyes flashing with killing intent.
Xue Qing remained expressionless, watching and waiting. He couldn’t gauge Lin Fan’s true strength, but the man’s youth was apparent.
Hearing this, Lin Fan still smiled, neither angry nor sorrowful. He spoke softly, “Too much killing intent. You need to calm down.”
In an instant, Xue Qing’s expression changed completely, filled with disbelief.
As Lin Fan slightly raised his finger, several sword beams solidified into reality, pinning the disciple’s limbs to the ground.
At that moment, sweat beaded on Xue Qing’s forehead. A disciple at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage had been subdued in a single move. This opponent was no light matter.
The other disciples of the Blood Murder Pavilion dared not move, their hearts pounding at the sight before them.
Even their senior, Xue Qing, could not have subdued someone so swiftly.
“Now, there’s no need for alarm. This seat has come to resolve matters peacefully, not to spill blood. Young lady from the Savage Clan, why not hand the treasure over to me, and the Blood Murder Pavilion can leave without further conflict. Robbing others is a most despicable act,” Lin Fan said calmly.
Xue Qing remained silent, a faint smile forming in his heart. This man was a fool, thinking the Savage Clan would hand over their treasure so easily. Who did he think he was?
But he wanted to see if the Savage Clan would actually comply.
After Lin Fan made such an absurd suggestion, the Savage Clan members exchanged glances, their faces changing as they shielded Huang Ling’er behind them. They had not expected this man to also be after their clan’s treasure. Indeed, the Eastern Spirit Continent was filled with greedy treasure-seekers.
Xue Qing inwardly chuckled at the scene.
But then something unimaginable happened.
Huang Ling’er gently pushed her protectors aside and stepped forward to Lin Fan. She softly hummed, and a green glow emanated from her chest. Under its glow, a strange seed floated into the air.
“This is our clan’s sacred treasure. I believe in you.”
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“What?” Xue Qing was stunned, unable to believe his eyes. He hadn’t expected the Savage Clan to actually hand over the seed. It was simply unbelievable.
As he gazed at the seed, a glint of greed flickered in his eyes. He wanted to seize it, but recalling the man before him, he restrained himself.
At that moment, Lin Fan was also taken aback. He hadn’t expected the girl to be so decisive. What was going on?
Could it be that she had truly been captivated by his charm?
No, that couldn’t be right. His charm wasn’t that strong.
But at this moment, Lin Fan silently reminded himself to stay composed and not show any sign of shock.
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