The robbery went quite smoothly, yet for the disciples of Daozhong Mountain, it was a tragedy.
The heist was executed flawlessly, but for the disciples of Daozhong Mountain, it was a moment of profound sorrow.
“Senior Brother, that’s all my belongings…” One disciple lamented, clutching his storage bag with a pained expression that tugged at the heartstrings, as if something dear was about to be snatched away.
Lei Hengfeng crouched there, his heart heavy with grief. As a senior disciple of Daozhong Mountain’s inner sect, he had led his juniors out for training, only to face such a tragic turn of events. Watching his juniors’ sorrowful faces, Lei softly comforted them, “Brothers, let it go. Once we return, I will make it up to you.”
As their senior brother, Lei felt responsible for their safety. The fact that they were robbed due to his insufficient strength weighed heavily on him. Determined to minimize their losses, Lei vowed to bear the brunt of the damage and compensate them upon their return.
Upon hearing Lei’s promise, the disciples, who had been as mournful as if they had lost their parents, brightened up and willingly handed over their storage bags to the fourteen desert bandits. The prospect of being compensated by their senior brother was a silver lining.
The bandits, seeing the disciples’ sudden compliance, found their task much easier. “What kind of man carries such things?” Sha Dulong exclaimed in surprise when he came across Liu Lingfeng’s collection of women’s cosmetics.
The disciples of Daozhong Mountain, though amused, dared not laugh, casting strange glances at Liu. They knew Liu had grown up in the Xuanjian Pavilion, a place dominated by women, which had influenced his habits over the years.
“Can I keep these if I give you the storage ring?” Liu pleaded, squatting on the ground and looking up at Sha Dulong. The cosmetics, painstakingly made from various flowers, were precious to him.
Sha Dulong, somewhat mollified by Liu’s earlier attempt to kill him, dismissed the cosmetics with disdain, confiscating only the ring.
For the desert bandits, the day was turning out better than they had ever imagined. After confiscating everything, Lin Fan packed the loot into his bag, planning to sort through it later.
“You can leave now,” Lin Fan declared, having no further use for the disciples. Lei Hengfeng stood up, urging his juniors to depart quickly, relieved that the bandits had no intention to kill.
“You stay,” Lin Fan said as Liu prepared to leave with the others. Confused, Liu protested, “I’ve given everything I have.”
“Senior, he’s a disciple of Xuanjian Pavilion. Please don’t trouble him,” Lei interceded.
“Do you all wish to stay?” Lin Fan’s stern expression left no room for argument. Lei, after a moment of hesitation, apologized to Liu with a look, unable to risk the lives of his juniors for one.
After Lei and the others left, Liu grew anxious under Lin Fan’s scrutinizing gaze. Despite his usually confident demeanor, Liu felt a sense of dread.
Lin Fan, intrigued by Liu’s mastery of the Yin-Yang Sword Path, saw potential in him. “Come with me,” Lin Fan beckoned with a smile, leading Liu towards a small grove.
“No, I can’t go with you,” Liu thought, a sense of danger enveloping him. He tried to flee, but Lin Fan caught his ankle and dragged him towards the grove.
“Don’t worry, I won’t harm you. Let’s have a chat in the grove,” Lin Fan said with a hint of anticipation.
“No, please…” Liu pleaded, his face filled with fear as he was dragged away.
“Wait here. I’ll be back soon,” Lin Fan instructed the bandits before disappearing into the grove with Liu.
As the wind blew, the bandits exchanged uneasy glances, wondering about Lin Fan’s intentions with the effeminate Liu. The mysterious grove, now a scene of uncertainty, left them unsettled.
Lei Hengfeng squatted nearby, his heart heavy with grief. He was a senior inner disciple of Daozhong Mountain, entrusted with leading his juniors on this cultivation expedition, yet now they had suffered such a cruel misfortune. Watching the grief on his juniors’ faces, he softly comforted them, “Fellow juniors, hand them over. When we return, I will compensate you.”
These juniors had followed him on this journey, and as their senior, he bore the responsibility to protect them. Now, due to his own lack of strength, they had been robbed and suffered great losses. It was his duty to shoulder the consequences. Therefore, with gritted teeth, Lei resolved to take full responsibility for the losses and minimize the juniors’ burdens upon returning to the sect.
When he spoke these words, those disciples who moments ago looked as if their parents had died suddenly brightened. Without hesitation, they pulled out their storage pouches and handed them over to the Fourteen Bandits. The prospect of their senior compensating them was a tremendous relief.
Would the items their senior offered be ordinary things?
The Fourteen Bandits were surprised to see these disciples, who moments ago seemed devastated, now willingly handing over their possessions. This unexpected cooperation made their task much easier.
“You’re a grown man, why are you carrying stuff like this?” Sandulong exclaimed in astonishment as he collected the items, pausing when he reached Liu Lingfeng.
Seriously, how could a grown man carry cosmetics meant for women? It was almost blinding.
The disciples of Daozhong Mountain looked on, trying hard not to laugh, but their gazes toward Liu Lingfeng were filled with bewilderment.
They all knew that Liu Lingfeng had grown up in Xuanjian Pavilion, where even the cooks were women. Living in such a female-dominated environment for over a decade, he had inevitably picked up some feminine habits—habits that would likely never leave him.
“This storage ring is yours, but can I keep these?” Liu Lingfeng knelt on the ground, looking up at Sandulong.
The storage ring didn’t matter much, but the cosmetics were the most important to him. He had painstakingly crafted them from various flowers and plants. Their alluring fragrance was unforgettable.
Moreover, the sect leader and others had always been kind to him. Especially his master, who, though strict, always gave him the best things. Thus, Liu had never lacked treasures, and such items meant little to him.
Sandulong looked at Liu. This guy had tried to kill him moments ago, but now, seeing his pitiful expression, Sandulong’s anger had mostly subsided.
“These are women’s things. Take them back. A grown man using such things is shameful,” Sandulong scoffed, not even bothering to look at the cosmetics before confiscating the ring.
For the Fourteen Bandits of the Desert, this moment felt incredible—they had never imagined such a day would come.
Once everything was collected, Lin Fan placed all the seized items into his backpack, planning to sort through them later in a quiet place.
“You may go now.” With the robbery complete, there was no need to keep them any longer.
Lei Hengfeng stood up and quickly ushered his juniors to leave. Though they had been robbed, at least their lives were spared—a fact for which Lei was deeply grateful.
“If he had wanted to kill us, my juniors would have perished here,” he thought.
“You stay,” Lin Fan suddenly said as Liu Lingfeng was preparing to leave with Lei Hengfeng.
Liu looked puzzled, “Why can’t I go? I’ve given everything I had!”
“Esteemed Senior, this is a disciple of Xuanjian Pavilion. Please do not harm him,” Lei Hengfeng interjected.
“Do you all want to stay here then?” Lin Fan’s expression darkened, unwilling to waste more words.
Lei hesitated, then gave Liu a regretful glance. This was all he could do. He couldn’t risk the lives of his juniors for Liu Lingfeng.
…
After Lei Hengfeng and the others left, Liu Lingfeng grew anxious. He noticed a glint in Lin Fan’s eyes that seemed ill-intentioned.
Growing up among women, Liu’s personality was gentle, but he had learned to project an air of dominance while traveling outside. Normally, he carried himself with arrogance, giving the impression that he was the strongest.
Lin Fan approached, examining Liu with a nod here and there, occasionally smirking.
Good, very good.
Liu Lingfeng was the first person Lin Fan had encountered who could master the Yin-Yang Sword Dao.
A man capable of wielding both Yin and Yang energies—how peculiar.
To Lin Fan, this guy might just be the kind of talent he was looking for.
As for talents, Lin Fan always believed in either recruiting them or, if necessary, training them personally.
“Come with me,” Lin Fan said with a slight smile, beckoning Liu Lingfeng.
Liu swallowed hard, his eyes flickering with fear. What did this man want with him?
No way was he going with him.
A sense of danger enveloped Liu Lingfeng, and a voice in his mind kept warning him, “Don’t go… don’t go.”
Startled, Liu suddenly unleashed his Flower-Picking Finger, drew his sword, and attempted to fly away.
But just as he lifted off, his ankle was grabbed and violently yanked back down.
“What’s the rush? I’m not going to kill you. Let’s have a little chat in that grove up ahead,” Lin Fan said with a faint smile, filled with anticipation.
“No! Please don’t!” Liu clung to the ground, his delicate, charming face filled with terror.
But Lin Fan dragged him by the ankle toward the grove.
“Wait here for me. I’ll be back soon,” Lin Fan told Sandulong and the others.
“Yes,” Sandulong replied, watching the scene with a chill.
The sound of Liu’s desperate cries grew fainter and fainter until both figures disappeared into the grove, leaving only silence.
The robbery was executed flawlessly, but for the disciples of Daozhong Mountain, it was a tragedy.
“Senior brother, that’s all my belongings…” One disciple, with a bitter face, clung tightly to his storage bag, his sorrowful expression heart-wrenching, as if something dear was about to be snatched away.
Lei Hengfeng crouched there, his heart heavy with sorrow. As a senior disciple of Daozhong Mountain’s inner sect, he had led his juniors out for training, only to face such a harrowing event. The pain was unbearable.
Seeing the sorrowful faces of his juniors, Lei Hengfeng softly comforted them, “Brothers, let it go. When we return, I will make it up to you.”
These juniors had followed him out for training, and as their senior brother, he naturally bore the responsibility to protect their lives. Now, due to his own lack of strength, they had been robbed, suffering significant losses. He could not shirk this responsibility.
Thus, Lei Hengfeng gritted his teeth, vowing to bear all these losses himself. Upon returning to the mountain, he would compensate them, minimizing their losses.
When Lei Hengfeng spoke these words, the disciples, who had just looked as if they had lost their parents, suddenly brightened up. Without hesitation, they handed over their storage bags to the fourteen desert bandits.
The senior brother had promised to compensate them, which was a great relief.
Would the senior brother compensate them with mere trifles?
Seeing the sect disciples suddenly change their demeanor and willingly hand over their belongings, the fourteen desert bandits found their task much easier.
“You’re a grown man, why are you carrying such things?” Sha Dulong, while confiscating items, was startled when he came before Liu Lingfeng.
This grown man had actually pulled out women’s cosmetics, which was quite a sight.
The disciples of Daozhong Mountain, seeing what Liu Lingfeng had produced, wanted to laugh but dared not. However, their gazes towards Liu Lingfeng were filled with peculiarity.
They all knew that Liu Lingfeng had grown up in the Xuanjian Pavilion, where even the cooks were women.
Living in such a female-dominated environment for over a decade, Liu Lingfeng had naturally adopted their customs, and it seemed unlikely he would change.
“I’ll give you the storage ring, but can I keep these?” Liu Lingfeng, squatting on the ground, looked up at Sha Dulong.
The storage ring was of no consequence to him, but the cosmetics were his most prized possessions, painstakingly crafted from various flowers and herbs.
Their enchanting fragrance was unforgettable.
Moreover, the sect leader and others had always been kind to him, especially his master, who, though strict, always shared good things with him. Thus, Liu Lingfeng had never lacked treasures and didn’t care much for these items.
Sha Dulong looked at Liu Lingfeng, who had earlier wanted to kill him. Now, seeing his demeanor, Sha Dulong’s anger subsided.
“Women’s stuff, take it back. A grown man using women’s things is disgraceful,” Sha Dulong said disdainfully, ignoring the items and confiscating the ring.
For the fourteen desert bandits, this feeling was incredible, something they had never imagined.
After confiscating everything, Lin Fan placed all the seized items into his backpack, planning to sort them out later in a quiet place.
“You can leave now,” Lin Fan said, as the robbery was complete, and there was no further use for them.
Lei Hengfeng stood up and quickly gathered his juniors to leave. Although they had been robbed, there was no intent to kill, which Lei Hengfeng was grateful for.
If the robbers had intended to kill, his juniors would have truly perished here.
“You stay,” Lin Fan said as Liu Lingfeng prepared to leave with Lei Hengfeng and the others.
Liu Lingfeng, confused, asked, “Why can’t I leave? I’ve given everything I had.”
“Senior, this is a disciple of Xuanjian Pavilion. Please don’t make things difficult for him,” Lei Hengfeng interjected.
“Or do none of you want to leave?” Lin Fan’s expression turned stern, not wanting to waste more words.
Lei Hengfeng hesitated, finally looking at Liu Lingfeng with deep regret. There was nothing more he could do.
He couldn’t risk the lives of all his juniors for Liu Lingfeng.
…
After Lei Hengfeng and the others left, Liu Lingfeng grew anxious, noticing a hint of malice in the other’s gaze.
Having grown up among women, Liu Lingfeng’s personality was gentle, but outside, he had to exude dominance. Thus, he usually appeared arrogant, giving off an air of superiority.
Lin Fan approached, scrutinizing him, occasionally nodding and letting out a sly chuckle.
Not bad, not bad.
Liu Lingfeng was the first person Lin Fan had encountered who could master the Yin-Yang Sword Path.
It was strange for a man to possess both Yin and Yang energies.
In Lin Fan’s mind, this guy might be the legendary talent he had heard about.
For talents, Lin Fan always believed in recruiting them if possible, or molding them if not.
“Come with me,” Lin Fan smiled slightly, beckoning to Liu Lingfeng.
Liu Lingfeng swallowed hard, a flicker of fear in his eyes. What did this person want?
No, he absolutely couldn’t go with him.
A sense of crisis enveloped Liu Lingfeng, a voice in his heart warning him not to go… not to go.
At this moment, Liu Lingfeng panicked, his fingers flipping, and his sword unsheathed, attempting to fly away on his sword.
But just as he took off, his ankle was grabbed by the other, who yanked him down hard.
“What’s the rush? I’m not taking your life. Come with me to that grove ahead,” Lin Fan said with a smile, filled with anticipation.
“No…” Liu Lingfeng clutched the ground, his delicate face now filled with infinite fear.
But Lin Fan, holding Liu Lingfeng’s ankle, dragged him towards the grove.
“Wait here, I’ll be back soon,” Lin Fan said to Sha Dulong and the others.
“Yes,” Sha Dulong replied, watching the scene with a chill.
Gradually, the voices grew fainter until Lin Fan’s figure disappeared into the grove, and there was no more sound.
“Big brother, do you think the master might…” Sha Miexiong asked, his trembling eyes filled with disbelief.
Sha Dulong looked at his brother, also puzzled.
“Probably not.”
At that moment, a gust of wind blew.
Sha Dulong and the others couldn’t help but feel a chill.
Although that guy looked effeminate, the master probably didn’t have such tastes.
Then they all turned their gaze towards the grove, filled with sin and mystery, unable to calm down for a long time.
Sandulong looked at his younger brother, equally puzzled.
“I don’t think so.”
A breeze blew by.
The bandits involuntarily shivered.
The heist was executed flawlessly, but for the disciples of Daozhong Mountain, it was a tragedy.
“Senior Brother, that’s all my belongings…” one disciple lamented, clutching his storage bag with a sorrowful expression that tugged at the heartstrings, as if something dear was about to be snatched away.
Lei Hengfeng crouched there, his heart heavy with grief. As a senior disciple of Daozhong Mountain’s inner sect, he had led his juniors out for training, only to face such a harrowing ordeal. The pain in his heart was palpable.
Seeing the sorrowful faces of his juniors, Lei Hengfeng softly comforted them, “Brothers, let it go. Once we return, I’ll make it up to you.”
These juniors had followed him out for training, and as their senior brother, he naturally bore the responsibility to protect their lives. Now, due to his own lack of strength, they had been robbed, suffering significant losses. He felt an inescapable guilt.
Thus, Lei Hengfeng gritted his teeth, vowing to bear all the losses himself. Once back at the mountain, he would compensate them, minimizing their losses.
When Lei Hengfeng spoke these words, the disciples, who had just been as mournful as if they had lost their parents, suddenly brightened up. Without hesitation, they handed over their storage bags to the fourteen desert bandits.
The senior brother had promised to compensate them upon their return—this was indeed a great boon.
Would the senior brother compensate them with mere trifles?
Seeing the sect disciples willingly surrender their belongings, the fourteen desert bandits found their task much easier.
“You, a grown man, why are you carrying such things?” Sha Dulong, while confiscating items, was startled when he came to Liu Lingfeng.
This grown man had actually pulled out women’s cosmetics, which was utterly baffling.
The disciples of Daozhong Mountain, seeing what Liu Lingfeng had produced, wanted to laugh but dared not. Their gazes towards him were filled with peculiarity.
They all knew Liu Lingfeng had grown up in the Xuanjian Pavilion, where even the cooks were women.
Living in such a female-dominated environment for over a decade, Liu Lingfeng had naturally adopted their customs, and it seemed unlikely he would change.
“I’ll give you the storage ring, but can I keep these?” Liu Lingfeng squatted on the ground, looking up at Sha Dulong.
The storage ring was of little consequence to him, but the cosmetics were his most prized possessions, painstakingly crafted from various flowers and herbs.
Their enchanting fragrance was unforgettable.
Moreover, the sect leader and others had always been kind to him, especially his master, who, though strict, always shared the best with him. Thus, Liu Lingfeng had never lacked treasures and cared little for these items.
Sha Dulong looked at Liu Lingfeng, who had earlier wanted to kill him. Now, seeing his demeanor, Sha Dulong’s anger subsided.
“Women’s stuff, take it back. A grown man using women’s things is disgraceful,” Sha Dulong sneered, ignoring the items and confiscating the ring.
For the fourteen desert bandits, this was an unexpected and delightful turn of events.
After confiscating everything, Lin Fan packed the loot into his bag, planning to sort through it later in a quiet place.
“You can leave now,” Lin Fan said, having completed the robbery and seeing no further use for them.
Lei Hengfeng stood up, urging his juniors to leave quickly. Though they had been robbed, there was no intent to kill, which Lei Hengfeng found fortunate.
Had the bandit harbored murderous intent, his juniors might have met their end here.
“You stay,” Lin Fan said as Liu Lingfeng prepared to leave with Lei Hengfeng.
Liu Lingfeng was puzzled, “Why can’t I leave? I’ve given everything I had.”
“Senior, this is a disciple of Xuanjian Pavilion. Please don’t make things difficult for him,” Lei Hengfeng interjected.
“Do you all not wish to leave?” Lin Fan’s expression turned stern, not wanting to waste more words.
Lei Hengfeng hesitated, finally casting an apologetic glance at Liu Lingfeng. He could do no more.
He couldn’t risk the lives of his juniors for Liu Lingfeng.
…
After Lei Hengfeng and the others left, Liu Lingfeng grew anxious, sensing a hint of malice in the other’s gaze.
Having grown up among women, Liu Lingfeng’s personality was gentle, but outside, he had to exude dominance. Thus, he usually carried an air of arrogance, giving off an impression of invincibility.
Lin Fan approached, scrutinizing him, occasionally nodding and letting out a sly chuckle.
Not bad, not bad.
Liu Lingfeng was the first person Lin Fan had encountered who could master the Yin-Yang Sword Path.
For a man to possess both Yin and Yang energies was indeed peculiar.
Lin Fan thought this guy might be the legendary talent he had heard of.
For talents, Lin Fan always believed in recruiting them if possible; if not, he would train them.
“Come with me,” Lin Fan smiled slightly, beckoning to Liu Lingfeng.
Liu Lingfeng swallowed hard, a flicker of fear in his eyes. What did this man want?
No, he absolutely couldn’t go with him.
A sense of crisis enveloped Liu Lingfeng, a voice in his heart warning him not to go… not to go.
In a panic, Liu Lingfeng performed the Flower-Picking Finger technique, drawing his sword to fly away.
But just as he took off, his ankle was grabbed and yanked back down.
“What’s the rush? I’m not taking your life. Come with me to the grove ahead,” Lin Fan chuckled, filled with anticipation.
“No…” Liu Lingfeng clutched the ground, his delicate face now filled with terror.
But Lin Fan dragged him by the ankle, pulling him towards the grove.
“Wait here, I’ll be back soon,” Lin Fan said to Sha Dulong and the others.
“Yes,” Sha Dulong replied, somewhat chilled by the scene.
Gradually, the voices faded until Lin Fan’s figure disappeared into the grove, and silence fell.
“Brother, do you think the boss might…” Sha Miexiong asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.
Sha Dulong looked at his brother, equally puzzled.
“Probably not.”
A breeze blew by.
Sha Dulong and the others felt a chill run down their spines.
Though that guy was effeminate, surely the boss wouldn’t have such tastes.
Their gazes lingered on the grove, filled with sin and mystery, unable to calm down for a long time.
They turned their gazes toward the mysterious, ominous grove, unable to calm their minds.
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