At this moment, Lin Fan’s heart was filled with sweetness. Looking at the newborn cub that had just come into the world and couldn’t yet open its eyes, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Its fur was snow-white, and its horns had not yet grown—truly just like a little lion.
Lin Fan quietly lifted the cub’s hind leg to take a peek, curious whether it was male or female.
In Lin Fan’s opinion, it would be great if it were male, as males generally had much stronger combat power than females. However, to his disappointment, this cub was female.
Lin Fan had no idea how long he had been here, nor whether the disciples of the sect had already left. He then placed the cub into his backpack without hesitation and exited the cave.
Before Lin Fan’s tombstone stood a disciple, weeping bitterly like a cuckoo bleeding from sorrow, utterly heartbroken.
“Master Uncle, I’m truly sorry. It’s all my fault. I hope you can forgive me.” The disciple crying before Lin Fan’s grave was indeed the same one who had let out that fart.
That single fart nearly led to the entire group’s annihilation.
“Master Uncle, I know you definitely can’t hear me now, but I hope my heartfelt words can reach you somehow…”
“Hmm, I’ve already heard them.” At that moment, a deep voice cut through the night.
“Who’s there?” Startled, the disciple immediately stood up, alert to his surroundings. Suddenly, a chilling breeze blew, making his heart tighten with fear.
Sweat gradually beaded on his forehead.
“Could it be my Master Uncle, and you don’t recognize me anymore?” At this moment, Lin Fan stood behind the tombstone, intermittently using his invisibility technique—appearing and vanishing like a ghost.
“Mas… Master Uncle…” At this moment, the disciple’s voice trembled, unable to believe his own eyes.
“Do you know your mistake? That fart of yours killed this Master Uncle,” Lin Fan said in a low, ominous tone.
The disciple’s eyes widened, staring at the flickering figure before him, suddenly letting out a scream filled with terror.
“A ghost!”
“Hey.” As Lin Fan tried to call him back, the disciple had already scrambled away in panic, disappearing without a trace.
“Tsk, what a coward! And he dares to call himself an inner sect disciple of the Holy Sect,” Lin Fan sighed helplessly, then chuckled as he looked at the tombstone. He hadn’t even reached the end of his life yet, but someone had already built two tombstones for him—sigh…
This expedition left the disciples of the Holy Sect feeling deeply disheartened. They had gained nothing and had even caused the tragic death of Master Lin. Could it be that heaven no longer favored the Holy Sect?
Reflecting on the Holy Sect’s recent outings, each had ended in disaster. Where was the unstoppable momentum they once had?
“Senior, Senior, there’s a ghost!” The disciple, still terrified, ran back, his mind still reeling from the horror.
“Hmph, speaking nonsense!” Elder Yu was in a terrible mood and scolded him harshly.
“Yes, there really is a ghost—Master Lin has returned as one! He appeared right before me just now.”
…
“Junior apprentice, did my Master Uncle return as a ghost?” A voice came from the darkness.
Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions turned serious, while the disciple, terrified of ghosts above all else, quickly hid behind Elder Yu.
As the figure gradually approached and came into view under the moonlight, Elder Yu’s expression suddenly turned to joy. The other disciples were equally thrilled, shouting out.
“Master Lin, you’re not dead!”
Lin Fan smiled. “What ‘dead’? This Master Uncle possesses unparalleled power. This is nothing.”
“We saw it with our own eyes—you were swallowed by that Snow King Lion. How is this possible?” Elder Yu stepped forward, his expression filled with disbelief, as if Lin Fan’s reappearance was beyond comprehension.
At this moment, Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, turned his back, and folded his hands behind him. With sharp eyes fixed on the bright full moon hanging in the sky, he spoke calmly.
“Who am I? I am Lin Fan, the sixth Patriarch of the Saint Demon Sect of the Nameless Peak in the Holy Sect. How could such a weak Snow King Lion possibly be my match? This Master Uncle has already slain it, and I have obtained its cub.”
At that moment, Lin Fan’s aura surged like a storm, enveloping everyone present.
Everyone was stunned beyond belief.
The Snow King Lion had been killed?
“This…”
Lin Fan gave a slight snort, clearly displeased by their disbelief. “Look, what is this?”
At that moment, when everyone saw the snow-white cub of the Snow King Lion, they all gasped in shock.
“Master Uncle, is this really true?” Zong Hentian asked in disbelief.
They had all witnessed the Snow King Lion’s immense power—it was truly formidable, especially the final red Snow King Lion, which had been extremely ruthless and brutal.
“Of course it’s true. Could there possibly be any falsehood?”
…
Eventually, everyone came to believe this incredible truth, though the exact method Lin Fan had used to slay the Snow King Lion remained unknown. However, the way everyone looked at Master Lin was now filled with admiration.
It was a moonlit, windless night.
Tonight, the moon was full and bright. Even without lanterns, the earth was illuminated clearly.
At this moment, Yung Tian City was eerily quiet, filled with a sense of solemnity and impending doom.
“Kill!”
The night was filled with killing intent and thick bloodshed.
Within this once-harmonious city, a horrifying massacre unfolded.
“You, as sect elders, dare to attack us—how do you still have the face to show yourselves?” A middle-aged man in a green robe cried out bitterly, his body drenched in blood.
“Annoying.”
Blades flashed, light bursting forth.
A head soared high into the air, tracing a streak of light across the silent night.
“Guardian…”
The head of the Cai family screamed in agony, staring at the figure before him—divine and unstoppable. His heart and mind instantly grew weary, devoid of any will to resist.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants. I’ve already given you a chance, yet you failed to cherish it. Your deaths are your own fault.” Ling Ao looked down upon the group as if he were a god surveying insects.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt a sweet sensation in his heart. Looking at the newborn cub that couldn’t yet open its eyes, a smile appeared on his lips.
The cub’s fur was snow-white, and it hadn’t yet grown the horns on its head, making it look exactly like a little lion.
Lin Fan quietly pulled back the cub’s hind leg to check whether it was male or female.
In Lin Fan’s view, it would have been better if it were male, as males generally have much stronger combat abilities than females. However, to his disappointment, the cub was female.
Lin Fan didn’t know how long he had been here, nor whether the disciples of the sect had left. He then placed the cub into his backpack and, without hesitation, left the cave.
In front of Lin Fan’s tombstone, a disciple was weeping bitterly, as if a cuckoo were crying blood, overwhelmed with sorrow.
“Uncle Master, I’m truly sorry. It was all my fault. I hope you can forgive me,” the disciple who had farted that day was now crying in front of Lin Fan’s grave.
That single fart had nearly caused the entire group to be wiped out.
“Uncle Master, I know you can’t hear me now, but I hope my feelings can reach you…”
“Well, I’ve already heard you,” a deep voice suddenly pierced through the night.
“Who’s there?” The disciple was startled and immediately stood up, alert to his surroundings. A cold wind blew, causing the disciple’s heart to tighten.
Sweat began to seep from his forehead.
“Don’t you recognize your Uncle Master?” Lin Fan stood behind the tombstone, occasionally using his invisibility technique, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.
“Uncle… Uncle Master…” The disciple’s voice began to tremble, unable to believe his eyes.
“Do you realize your mistake? That fart of yours killed your Uncle Master,” Lin Fan said in a low, menacing voice.
The disciple’s eyes widened as he looked at the faintly visible figure, and suddenly let out a terrified scream.
“A ghost…”
“Hey,” Lin Fan called out, but the disciple had already scrambled away, disappearing into the distance.
“Ah, what a coward, and he’s supposed to be an inner disciple of the Holy Sect,” Lin Fan sighed helplessly, then looked at the tombstone and smiled. He hadn’t even reached the end of his life, yet two tombstones had already been erected for him. What a pity…
The disciples of the Holy Sect were in low spirits after this journey. They had gained nothing and had caused the death of Uncle Master Lin. Had the heavens truly abandoned the Holy Sect?
Thinking back, every time the Holy Sect ventured out, disaster struck. Where was the unstoppable momentum of the past?
“Elder, senior brother, there’s a ghost…” The disciple ran back in terror, still shaken by the experience.
“Nonsense,” Elder Yu, in a foul mood, scolded harshly.
“But it’s true, Uncle Master Lin has turned into a ghost and came back… He just appeared in front of me.”
…
“Little nephew, your Uncle Master has returned. How could I be a ghost?” A voice came from the darkness.
Everyone’s expressions turned serious, while the disciple hid behind Elder Yu, terrified of ghosts.
As the figure gradually approached and became visible under the moonlight, Elder Yu’s face lit up with excitement. The other disciples also shouted in joy.
“Uncle Master Lin, you’re not dead…”
Lin Fan smiled, “What’s all this talk of death? Your Uncle Master’s power is boundless. This is nothing.”
“We saw with our own eyes that you were swallowed by the Snow King Lion. How is this possible?” Elder Yu stepped forward, unable to believe his eyes.
Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, turned his back, and clasped his hands behind him. His sharp eyes looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and he spoke with calm indifference.
“Who am I? I am the sixth sect master of the Holy Demon Sect of the Nameless Peak of the Holy Sect. How could a mere Snow King Lion be a match for me? I have already slain the Snow King Lion and obtained its cub.”
At this moment, Lin Fan’s aura was like a storm, enveloping everyone.
The disciples were even more incredulous.
The Snow King Lion had been slain?
“This…”
Lin Fan snorted lightly, displeased that they didn’t believe him. “Look, what is this?”
When everyone saw the snow-white cub of the Snow King Lion, they gasped in unison.
“Uncle Master, is this real?” Zong Hentian asked, unable to believe it.
They had witnessed the ferocity of the Snow King Lion firsthand. It was truly formidable, especially the final red Snow King Lion, which was brutal to the extreme.
“Of course it’s real. How could it be fake?”
…
Finally, everyone believed it. As for how Uncle Master Lin had managed to slay the Snow King Lion, no one knew. But the looks they gave him were filled with admiration.
On a dark and windy night.
The moon was full and bright tonight, illuminating the earth even without any lights.
At this moment, Yongtian City was eerily quiet, with an air of impending doom.
“Kill…”
The killing intent was overwhelming, the stench of blood thick in the air.
In this once harmonious city, a horrific event was unfolding.
“You, as leaders of the sect, have turned against us. What face do you have left?” a middle-aged man in a green robe, covered in blood, cried out in despair.
“Annoying.”
Swords flashed, and light burst forth.
A head soared high into the air, leaving a trail of light in the solemn night.
“Butler…”
The head of the Cai family let out a heart-wrenching scream, looking at the god-like figure before him, feeling utterly defeated and powerless.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants. I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it. You have no one to blame but yourselves for your deaths,” Ling Ao said, looking down at the ants before him like a god.
“Cai Hui, the master gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it. You have no one to blame but yourself. Yongtian City can only have one master, and that master is the Chu family,” Chu Mulin sneered.
Cai Heng held a long sword, looking at the corpses around him. These were the members of the Cai family, now reduced to cold, lifeless bodies.
Just one person had slaughtered the Cai family without any resistance. The gap between them was like heaven and earth, leaving no room for any hope of fighting back.
“Father…” Cai Zhiqiao, a little girl who once had rosy cheeks, now looked pale and terrified, clinging tightly to Cai Hui’s back.
Cai Hui looked around at the people surrounding him, then slowly lowered his head. “Master, the Cai family is willing to leave. Please spare our lives.”
In the world of aristocratic families, the victor takes all. To preserve their bloodline, they had no choice but to surrender.
Chu Mulin looked at the scene before him, his heart filled with joy. “Good, I, Chu, am not one to wipe out an entire family. You…”
Chu Mulin wasn’t planning to annihilate them completely, just to drive them out. But before he could finish, a cold voice interrupted him.
“Did I say you could leave alive?” Ling Ao’s icy aura enveloped the entire area, his overwhelming presence pressing down on everyone, making them feel utterly powerless.
“Yesterday, I gave you a chance. Today, I said not a single chicken or dog would be spared, and so it shall be,” Ling Ao said, his eyes filled with killing intent. Slaughtering these commoners was as easy as crushing ants.
The elder of the Fengtian Sect on the warship coldly observed the scene below. He nodded in approval of Ling Ao’s decision.
The Fengtian Sect had no use for those who showed kindness. Since they had been given a chance and didn’t cherish it, they would have to bear the consequences.
“Tonight, not a single chicken or dog of the Cai family will be spared,” Ling Ao declared, his killing intent overwhelming. With a wave of his hand, everything turned to ash.
The members of the Cai family looked in terror at the invincible god of death before them, their hearts filled with deep despair.
Cai Hui gently stroked his daughter’s head, tears of regret falling from the corners of his eyes.
“Young man, you’re being a bit presumptuous.”
At that moment, a leisurely voice came from the void.
Everyone looked up.
Under the bright moon, a massive warship floated silently in the sky.
A figure descended from above, appearing and disappearing like a god.
Lin Fan’s figure flickered in and out of existence.
His “Invisibility Technique” was at its peak, shifting between reality and illusion.
It was divine and mysterious.
His calm demeanor affected everyone, dispelling the killing intent that had enveloped the area.
He landed silently, his long hair flowing, radiating a soft glow under the moonlight. Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his penetrating eyes coldly staring at Ling Ao, his voice low and commanding.
“The Cai family is connected to me by fate.”
Cai Heng held his sword tightly, looking at the bodies around him—these were all members of the Cai family, now lying lifeless and cold.
One man alone had slaughtered the Cai family without them being able to resist, the gap between them so vast that it extinguished any hope of resistance.
“Daddy…” Cai Zhiqiao, the young girl, once rosy-cheeked, now had a pale face, clinging tightly to Cai Hui’s back in fear.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt a sweet sensation in his heart. Looking at the newborn cub that couldn’t yet open its eyes, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
The cub’s fur was snow-white, and it hadn’t yet grown the horns on its head, making it look exactly like a little lion.
Lin Fan quietly pulled back the cub’s hind leg to check its gender.
In Lin Fan’s view, it would have been better if it were male, as males are generally much more formidable in combat than females. However, to his disappointment, the cub was female.
Lin Fan didn’t know how long he had been here, nor whether the disciples of the sect had left. He then placed the cub into his backpack and, without hesitation, exited the cave.
In front of Lin Fan’s tombstone, a disciple was weeping bitterly, as if a cuckoo were crying blood, overwhelmed with sorrow.
“Uncle Master, I’m truly sorry. It was all my fault. I hope you can forgive me,” the disciple who had farted that day was now lamenting in front of Lin Fan’s grave.
That single fart had nearly caused the entire group to be wiped out.
“Uncle Master, I know you can’t hear me now, but I hope my feelings can reach you…”
“Well, I’ve already heard you,” a deep voice suddenly pierced through the night.
“Who’s there?” The disciple was startled and immediately stood up, alert to his surroundings. A cold wind blew, causing the disciple’s heart to tighten.
Sweat began to seep from his forehead.
“Do you not recognize your Uncle Master now?” Lin Fan stood behind the tombstone, occasionally using his invisibility technique, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.
“Uncle… Uncle Master…” The disciple’s voice trembled, unable to believe his eyes.
“Do you realize your mistake? That fart of yours killed your Uncle Master,” Lin Fan said in a low, grim voice.
The disciple’s eyes widened as he looked at the faintly visible figure, and suddenly let out a terrified scream.
“A ghost!”
“Hey,” Lin Fan called out, but the disciple had already scrambled away in panic.
“Ah, so cowardly, and yet an inner disciple of the Holy Sect,” Lin Fan sighed helplessly, then looked at the tombstone and smiled. He hadn’t even reached the end of his life, yet two tombstones had already been erected for him. What a pity…
The hearts of the Holy Sect disciples were heavy. They had gained nothing from this journey and had even caused the death of Uncle Master Lin. Could it be that heaven no longer favored the Holy Sect?
Thinking back, every time the Holy Sect ventured out, disaster struck. Where was the unstoppable momentum of the past?
“Elder, senior brother, there’s a ghost!” The disciple ran back in terror, still shaken by the experience.
“Nonsense,” Elder Yu, in a foul mood, scolded harshly.
“But it’s true, Uncle Master Lin has come back as a ghost… He just appeared in front of me.”
…
“Little nephew, how did your Uncle Master’s return turn into a ghost?” A voice came from the darkness.
Everyone’s faces stiffened, and the disciple hid behind Elder Yu, terrified of ghosts.
As the figure gradually approached, illuminated by the moonlight, Elder Yu’s expression suddenly became extremely excited. The other disciples also shouted in excitement.
“Uncle Master Lin, you’re not dead…”
Lin Fan smiled, “What’s this talk of death? Your Uncle Master’s power is boundless, this is nothing.”
“We saw with our own eyes that you were swallowed by the Snow King Lion. How is this possible?” Elder Yu stepped forward, disbelief written all over his face, as if Lin Fan’s appearance was too incredible to believe.
Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, turned his back, and clasped his hands behind him. His sharp eyes looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and he spoke with a calm and indifferent tone.
“Who am I? I am the sixth-generation sect master of the Holy Demon Sect from the Nameless Peak of the Holy Sect. How could a mere Snow King Lion be a match for me? I have already slain the Snow King Lion and obtained its cub.”
At this moment, Lin Fan’s aura was like a storm, enveloping everyone.
The crowd was even more incredulous.
The Snow King Lion had been slain?
“This…”
Lin Fan snorted lightly, seemingly displeased with their disbelief, “Look, what is this?”
When everyone saw the snow-white cub of the Snow King Lion, they all gasped in shock.
“Uncle Master, is this real?” Zong Hentian asked in disbelief.
They had witnessed the ferocity of the Snow King Lion firsthand. It was truly formidable, especially the final red Snow King Lion, which was brutal to the extreme.
“Of course it’s real, how could it be fake?”
…
Finally, everyone believed it. As for how Uncle Master Lin had managed to slay the Snow King Lion, no one knew, but the looks they gave him were filled with admiration.
On a dark and windy night.
The moon tonight was full and bright, illuminating the earth without the need for any lamps.
At this moment, Yongtian City was eerily quiet, with a sense of impending doom.
“Kill…”
The killing intent was overwhelming, the stench of blood thick in the air.
In this once harmonious city, a horrific event was unfolding.
“You, as elders of the sect, have turned against us. What face do you have left?” A middle-aged man in a green robe, covered in blood, cried out in despair.
“Annoying.”
Blades flashed, and light erupted.
A head was flung high into the air, leaving a trail of light in the solemn night.
“Steward…”
The head of the Cai family let out a heart-wrenching scream, looking at the god-like figure before him, feeling utterly exhausted and powerless to resist.
“Hmph, a bunch of ants. I gave you a chance, but you didn’t cherish it. You can’t blame others for your death,” Ling Ao said, looking down at these ants like a god.
“Cai Hui, the master gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it. You can’t blame others. Yongtian City can only have one master, and that master is my Chu family,” Chu Mulin sneered.
Cai Heng held a long sword, looking at the corpses around him. These were the members of the Cai family, now reduced to cold, lifeless bodies.
Just one person had slaughtered the Cai family without any resistance. The vast difference in power made it impossible for anyone to even think of fighting back.
“Father…” Cai Zhiqiao, the little girl who once had rosy cheeks, was now pale with fear, clinging tightly to Cai Hui’s back.
Cai Hui looked around at the people surrounding him and finally lowered his head, “Master, the Cai family is willing to leave. Please spare our lives.”
In the world of aristocratic families, the victor takes all. To preserve their bloodline, they had no choice but to surrender.
Chu Mulin looked at the scene before him, feeling immense joy, “Good, I, Chu, am not one to wipe out an entire family. You…”
Chu Mulin didn’t intend to annihilate them completely, just to drive them out. But before he could finish, a cold voice interrupted him.
“Did I say you could leave alive?” Ling Ao’s icy aura enveloped the area, his overwhelming presence pressing down on everyone, making them feel utterly powerless.
“Yesterday, I gave you a chance. Today, I said not a single chicken or dog would be spared, and so it shall be,” Ling Ao’s eyes were filled with killing intent, slaughtering these commoners as if they were ants.
The elder from the Fengtian Sect on the warship coldly observed the scene below, nodding in approval of Ling Ao’s decision.
The Fengtian Sect had no need for those who harbored kindness. Since they had been given a chance and didn’t cherish it, they would have to bear the consequences.
“Tonight, not a single chicken or dog from the Cai family will be spared,” Ling Ao’s killing intent was overwhelming, and with a wave of his hand, everything turned to ashes.
The members of the Cai family looked in horror at this invincible god of slaughter, their hearts filled with deep despair.
Cai Hui gently wiped his daughter’s head, tears of regret falling from the corners of his eyes.
“Young man, you’re being a bit too presumptuous.”
At this moment, a leisurely voice came from the void.
Everyone looked up.
Under the bright moon, a massive warship floated silently in the sky.
A figure descended from above, appearing and disappearing like a god.
Lin Fan’s figure, appearing and vanishing at will.
The “Invisibility Technique” was pushed to its limits, shifting between reality and illusion.
Mysterious and profound.
His calm demeanor affected everyone, dispersing the killing intent that had enveloped the area.
He landed silently, his long hair flowing, radiating a soft glow under the moonlight. Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his penetrating eyes coldly staring at Ling Ao, his voice low and commanding.
“The Cai family has a connection with me.”
In the world of noble families, victory and defeat were common occurrences. Now, to preserve their bloodline, they could only submit.
Chu Mulin, already pleased with the outcome, said, “Fine, I, Chu, am not someone who seeks total annihilation. You…”
Chu Mulin had no intention of wiping them out completely—just driving them out would suffice. However, before he could finish speaking, his words were interrupted by a cold voice.
“Did I say you could leave alive?” Ling Ao’s icy aura enveloped the entire scene, his overwhelming pressure making everyone present feel utterly powerless from the depths of their hearts.
“I already gave you a chance yesterday. Today, I said total annihilation, so total annihilation it shall be.” Ling Ao’s eyes burned with killing intent. To slaughter these mortals was no different than killing ants.
On the battle vessel above, the elders of the Feng Tian Sect watched coldly, nodding in approval at Ling Ao’s decision.
The Feng Tian Sect had no room for those who showed mercy. Since the chance had been given and not cherished, the consequences were theirs to bear.
“Tonight, no one from the Cai family shall be spared.”
At that moment, Ling Ao’s killing intent surged, and with a wave of his hand, everything turned to dust.
The Cai family stared in terror at this invincible god of death, their hearts filled with deep despair.
Cai Hui gently patted his daughter’s head, tears of regret streaming down his cheeks.
“Kid, you’ve gone too far.”
Just then, a calm voice drifted from the void.
Everyone looked up.
Under the bright moonlight, a massive battle vessel floated silently in the sky.
A figure descended from above like a celestial being, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
Lin Fan’s form flickered in and out of sight.
His Invisibility Art was pushed to its peak, shifting between reality and illusion.
Mysterious and profound, his calm aura spread through the crowd, dispelling the killing intent that had enveloped the area.
He landed silently, his long hair flowing, glowing under the moonlight. With his hands behind his back, his piercing gaze fixed coldly on Ling Ao, Lin Fan spoke in a deep, unwavering tone.
“The Cai family shares a destined connection with this Patriarch.”
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