Lin Fan returned without showing any emotion, and in his mind, a plan to discipline Zhang Erdog had already begun to take shape. However, the details still required careful consideration.
Zhang Erdog, who had suffered a heavy blow in life, would likely remain downcast for quite some time.
In the afternoon, as dusk approached, a group of unexpected guests arrived at Wuming Peak.
“Lin Fan, there’s no space for them in the sect, so they’ll stay here for one night,” said Elder Wuya, the supreme elder of Wuming Peak, in person.
“No problem at all! We warmly welcome them!” Lin Fan replied cheerfully. After all, he prided himself on being hospitable. “When friends come from afar, isn’t it a joy indeed?”
“Elder, please rest assured. I will definitely take good care of them,” Lin Fan said solemnly, then turned his gaze toward the group of Jiuxiao Sect disciples behind him, a faint hospitable smile flickering on his lips.
“That won’t be necessary. Tomorrow is the battle for the strongest genius, so they’re only staying one night,” Elder Wuya said with a smile and a nod.
Although the events of the morning had caused Jiuxiao Sect to lose face, he believed Lin Fan hadn’t done it on purpose.
“Alright, no problem. My Wuming Peak is usually so quiet and deserted; now it’s become lively,” Lin Fan said, then called to Zhang Erdog. “Hurry up and arrange accommodations. Remember, clear out the best rooms in the western section.”
Although Zhang Erdog had suffered emotionally that day, he had hidden it well and immediately stepped forward with a smile.
“Please, please, senior brothers, follow me,” Zhang Erdog said. Though his appearance was somewhat unremarkable, his warm and hospitable expression won a bit of favor.
At that moment, Xin Feng looked at Lin Fan with resentment, vividly recalling the events of the day. Though the banquet had been lavish, to Xin Feng, the food tasted bland as his mind kept returning to what had happened.
Now arriving at Wuming Peak and seeing that man again, his heart naturally felt displeased.
“Brother Yi, please stay here tonight,” Elder Wuya said with a smile.
“Good, the environment here is quite nice and peaceful. Let the disciples rest well tonight so they can achieve good rankings tomorrow,” Liang Yichu had already put the morning’s embarrassment behind him. Although they had lost some face, tomorrow’s battle of the strongest geniuses would settle the score.
And then, regaining face would be glorious indeed.
“Elder Wuya, leave it to me. I will fully demonstrate the hospitality of our sect and leave a deep and unforgettable impression on them,” Lin Fan said, patting his chest.
Elder Wuya nodded with satisfaction. Having a disciple like this was indeed a blessing for the sect.
“Brother Yi, then you all rest early,” Elder Wuya said as he took his leave.
…
As soon as Elder Wuya left, Lin Fan’s earnest expression instantly changed, replaced by a sly, mischievous grin.
“Heaven has a path, but you didn’t take it. Hell has no door, yet you came knocking. If I don’t give you a proper welcome, how could I possibly show the customs of Wuming Peak?”
Tomorrow was the battle for the strongest genius. As a member of the sect, naturally he wanted the disciples of the sect to achieve good rankings.
Lin Fan wasn’t a despicable, scheming person; he naturally disdained underhanded methods.
“Teacher, so many people have come,” Cai Zhiqiao said happily, clapping her hands as she looked at the previously quiet Wuming Peak now bustling with people.
Lin Fan didn’t respond, silently stroking Cai Zhiqiao’s head. His deep, penetrating gaze flickered with a glint as he looked at the disciples of Jiuxiao Sect.
…
Night fell.
The disciples of Jiuxiao Sect gathered together, and Liang Yichu spoke about the next day’s matters.
“Tomorrow is the battle for the strongest genius. You must all give your utmost strength and win good rankings,” Liang Yichu said confidently. The disciples who had come to compete this time were all elite disciples of Jiuxiao Sect.
Especially his own apprentice, who was a genius among geniuses. Although they had suffered a setback that morning, in his view, it was just a momentary lapse in caution.
Tomorrow on the competition stage, things would be different.
“Elder, rest assured. Tomorrow we will give our all and win first place,” said one of Jiuxiao Sect’s talented disciples confidently.
“Good, excellent. All of you return now, rest well, and prepare. Tomorrow is when you’ll show what you’re made of,” Liang Yichu said.
…
Meanwhile, inside Lin Fan’s residence.
Lin Fan, Zhang Erdog, Mie Qiongqi, and Feng Bu jue sat together, whispering in hushed tones.
“Master, what’s the plan for tonight?” Zhang Erdog knew his master’s skills well. For these people to spend a peaceful night on Wuming Peak wouldn’t be easy.
Lin Fan looked at the brightly lit houses outside, a faint smile curling his lips. He then gestured with his hand, and the others leaned in, listening intently. Eventually, the four exchanged glances and broke into mischievous grins.
The night was dark, and Wuming Peak was quiet, occasionally interrupted by the cries of night creatures.
The western houses were where the disciples of Jiuxiao Sect were staying.
Each disciple’s room was separated by several other houses.
Wang Yanglin was a talented disciple of Jiuxiao Sect. Although he was slightly inferior to Xin Feng, his cultivation and talent were still formidable.
He had come to the Holy Sect to compete for the title of strongest genius and was naturally well-prepared.
Although Senior Brother Xin Feng was strong, in Wang Yanglin’s heart, he also longed for a challenge.
At that moment, Wang Yanglin was sitting cross-legged on his bed, entering a meditative state. Streams of energy flowed through his nose, swirling around his body before converging into a single point above his head.
Suddenly, a noise from outside snapped his eyes open, and he became slightly alert.
“Senior Brother, do you really think it’s true? Is there really a ghost on Wuming Peak?”
“How should I know? But you probably don’t know the history of Wuming Peak, do you?”
“What history?” the speaker asked nervously.
“Wuming Peak was once called Tianzang Peak, where disciples who died fighting for the sect were buried. Although the sect later moved the remains, every night the temperature drops sharply, and that’s when the spirits come out.”
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“Senior Brother, don’t scare me. I’m easily frightened.”
“Don’t worry. Even if those spirits do come out, they won’t harm us. We’re their junior brothers, after all.”
“Oh… right…”
…
The voices outside gradually faded, but Wang Yanglin, who had heard every word, couldn’t calm down.
Tianzang Peak? The burial ground of the sect’s fallen disciples?
This…
Wang Yanglin couldn’t help but shiver involuntarily. His slightly nervous eyes scanned the surroundings, and it did seem to be getting colder.
Could there really be ghosts?
At that moment, Wang Yanglin stood up, alertly scanning the surroundings.
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