“Why is this happening? Nearly a century has passed, and I have diligently cultivated day and night, yet I still cannot eliminate this malignant tumor. What’s the point of cultivation if it leads to this?”
Zhao Wuji raised his head and howled to the sky, filled with grief and anger. The sticky substance covering his body completely obscured his natural charisma as a prodigy, creating an indescribable sense of sorrow.
“He escaped again! Every time we make thorough preparations, this demon still manages to escape. Oh my god, my heart aches so much.”
“I wasted my prime years to make the Chaos King pay, and now I’m already a hundred years old, yet I’ve never had a partner. Now, this vile substance has tainted my body, once as pure as a lotus blossom. What am I supposed to do now?”
“I don’t want to live anymore.”
“Who will dare to approach me in the future?”
Puu!
In an instant, countless prodigies raised their heads and spat blood, their minds trembling, their cultivation foundations crumbling, as if they were about to self-destruct at any moment, thus falling into the cycle of reincarnation, never to rise again.
At this level of cultivation, every prodigy’s heart was as solid as a rock, indestructible. Yet now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s treachery, these prodigies experienced raging blood and unstable realms.
For such powerful individuals, this situation was absolutely impossible.
Although each prodigy seemed blessed by heaven, they had all experienced countless dangers in their lifetimes, surviving near-fatal situations and honing their minds to an indestructible state.
Yet now, due to Wang Xiaoming’s betrayal, this situation arose—an accumulation of hatred over decades, even a century.
To harbor such hatred toward someone, yet for decades, not only failing to kill him but suffering repeated setbacks, was an immense sorrow for these prodigies.
Especially this time, this “ultimate mess” had destroyed the last line of defense in their hearts.
“Chaos King, Wang Xiaoming, I hate you.”
“What’s the point of this cultivation if I can’t kill Wang Xiaoming? What face do I have left?”
“Worse yet, this will likely become the laughingstock of the entire Xuanhuang World. I’d rather die than be ridiculed.”
“Death and destruction, no regrets!”
“Fellow disciples, I’ll go first. I’ve had enough of these thirty years of repeated failures.”
“Junior brother, you go first. We’ll follow closely behind.”
…
Lin Fan watched this scene, completely stunned. Was it really necessary to act like this? It was just a few failures—was it really worth such despair?
If they all committed suicide, wouldn’t all their efforts be in vain?
“Sigh, it seems this is still my fault. Because of my connection with Wang Xiaoming, he is blessed with good fortune. Even though these prodigies are chosen by fate, they still can’t defeat Wang Xiaoming.”
In Lin Fan’s original view, with so many prodigies united, even if Wang Xiaoming had his own fortune, he would be utterly defeated. But he never expected that, besides fleeing, Wang Xiaoming could also inflict psychological wounds on these prodigies.
And these wounds were no ordinary injuries—they were literally life-threatening.
At this moment, Lin Fan felt it was time for him to step out. If he didn’t appear soon, these prodigies might truly be ruined.
As these prodigies, overwhelmed with grief, were about to raise their swords to end their own lives, a voice rang out.
“Cough!”
This voice, like a mighty bell echoing through heaven and earth, shook the prodigies’ minds, instantly dispersing the dark clouds in their hearts. A ray of light pierced through the endless abyss, illuminating their inner selves.
“You are all the Sacred Sect’s prodigies, with minds unparalleled among thousands. How can a mere setback lead you to thoughts of death?”
Lin Fan slowly emerged from the void, radiant light behind him. A vast aura enveloped the heavens and earth, evoking a sense of reverence in everyone present.
“Who are you?”
The prodigies lifted their heads, suspiciously staring at Lin Fan, unaware of his identity.
Just as Lin Fan was about to fabricate an identity, suddenly, someone among the prodigies knelt to the ground.
“This is Master Lin!”
Lin Fan was startled, not expecting anyone to recognize him. However, recalling the statue in the Sacred Sect, he understood.
The statue offered in worship was identical to him. After seeing it a few times, most could remember it, let alone these prodigies who had gazed at it for decades.
The other prodigy disciples were shocked.
“What? Isn’t Master Lin already ascended to the higher realm?”
“He must be Master Lin.”
“This bearing, this appearance, this aura—it’s definitely him. There’s no mistake.”
Huala!
Then, a vast sound arose, and all the prodigies knelt to the ground.
“Greetings to Master Lin!”
They were very familiar with Lin Fan. After entering the Sacred Sect, whether there was something happening or not, they often heard stories from the elders.
Back then, all the disciples of the Sacred Sect had grown under Lin Fan’s guidance. Among the nine peaks, the Pill Peak had been especially trained under Lin Fan’s strict regimen.
Some of these prodigy disciples needed pills for cultivation, so naturally, they visited the Pill Peak often and heard many stories.
But they knew well that a century ago, Master Lin had broken through the barrier and ascended to the Gu Sheng Realm, thus securing his position as the number one figure in the Xuanhuang World.
“Rise.”
Now that he had been exposed, Lin Fan naturally changed his demeanor, exuding the aura of a senior.
“What are you all doing? It’s just a small setback. Why are you acting like this, as if life and death are at stake? How can you pursue the eternal path in the future?”
Lin Fan spoke.
“Waaah… Please, Master, take matters into your hands. This Chaos King, Wang Xiaoming, is truly despicable. He has oppressed us for a hundred years. We originally thought that after achieving martial cultivation, we could finally avenge our past humiliations. But we never expected repeated failures. Now, we’ve even been tainted by this shameful substance.”
“This stench—who will dare to approach us in the future? How can we ever hope to fight against that Chaos King?”
…
Seeing the pitiful expressions on these prodigy disciples’ faces, Lin Fan felt sorrow in his heart.
It was partly his fault—he had set the difficulty too high.
For these prodigies, Wang Xiaoming was an insurmountable challenge.
Although constantly pursued, Wang Xiaoming effortlessly brought these prodigies to the brink of annihilation time and again. It was truly tragic.
“Please, Master, intervene and subdue this Chaos King, restoring peace and justice to the Xuanhuang World.”
At this moment, many prodigy disciples pleaded. To them, defeating Wang Xiaoming was truly impossible—he had nearly driven them mad.
If Master Lin intervened, naturally it would be effortless.
“I already know of this Chaos King. Subduing him would be as simple as flipping my hand. But precisely because of this, I cannot intervene. He is an obstacle on your martial path. Only by defeating him yourselves can you attain the eternal path, soaring to the heavens with no one able to stop you.”
Lin Fan said.
“But we’ve fought him for a hundred years and haven’t gained even the slightest advantage. How can we have confidence in the future?”
The crowd felt sorrow in their hearts, gradually developing a sense of helplessness toward Wang Xiaoming.
Lin Fan looked at these prodigies, all of them filled with frustration. For a moment, he felt his own heart shatter. If this continued, how could they proceed?
He had cultivated the Xuanhuang World hoping to nurture top experts, increasing the chances of resisting the will of the Gu Sheng Realm in the future.
Just when success seemed near, they were all losing their fighting spirit. This was quite unfortunate.
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