Chapter 777: The Overbearing Disciples

Feeling like stepping into a kindergarten, it’s just so pleasant.

“Seeing me, aren’t you all excited?” Lin Fan smiled and asked.

“Boss…”

Sha Dulong momentarily forgot what to say, then shook his head hard, pinched himself, and realized this wasn’t a dream—the reality was so vivid.

“Boss, you really are back?” Sha Dulong’s voice was hoarse, disbelieving as he asked.

“Of course. Could it possibly be fake? But you guys really aren’t doing well—this tiny shrimp managed to beat you all up like this.” Lin Fan said lightly with a smile. With a flick of his finger, a ripple of light radiated outward, wave after wave, brimming with supreme vitality.

The injuries of the Desert Fourteen Bandits were severe, their flesh torn and bleeding, yet under the influence of this life force, they recovered at a terrifying speed, fully healed in an instant.

Sha Dulong and the others noticed the transformation in their bodies and revealed astonished expressions.

They never imagined their boss would possess such a miraculous cultivation technique.

“Boss, to you, that guy is naturally just a tiny shrimp. If it weren’t for you, we probably wouldn’t have seen you again.” Sha Dulong said gratefully.

Lin Fan had been gone for five years, during which Sha Dulong had constantly strived to enhance his strength.

However, their talents weren’t particularly strong, so their progress had always been very slow.

This was naturally partly Lin Fan’s fault too—he had forgotten to train them before leaving. If he had improved their aptitude, they might have soared to the heavens within those five years.

“He killed the elder, he killed the elder!”

At this moment, a group of disciples from Jiuling Sect suddenly cried out in panic.

“You’re crazy…”

Before the disciple could finish shouting, another disciple quickly covered his mouth, his face filled with terror.

They never expected Elder Feng to die just like that.

“Boss, didn’t you ascend? How come you’re back?” Now that their big brother had returned, Sha Dulong naturally felt no fear anymore. As for that Jiuling Sect, he no longer gave it any thought.

“I came back for a visit, and to take you all with me.” This time Lin Fan had specifically returned with this intention.

Lin Fan had now subdued both “Jie” and “Genggu,” and even killed the Saint.

Now among the Ancient Clan, only six remained at the highest level.

For the Ancient Clan, this was a disaster.

After killing the Saint, Lin Fan obtained the Eternal Seat of the Ancient Clan, which was the most crucial item for the Ancient Clan to attain the Eternal Divine Position.

Genggu’s might was peerless, but Lin Fan had crippled him. Back then, to prevent Genggu from recovering, Lin Fan directly sacrificed one of Genggu’s arms, causing Genggu to never regain his peak power.

And the arm Lin Fan sacrificed was probably already used by the Saint.

But now, with the Eternal Seat of the Saint, it would certainly not be difficult for Genggu to return to his prime.

“Ascend?” Upon hearing this, Sha Dulong was momentarily stunned, then his face lit up with excitement. “Boss, does ascending mean attaining eternity?”

Although Sha Dulong and the others hadn’t reached that level, every martial cultivator had a goal in their heart—to become the strongest and attain eternity.

“Haha, dreaming big, huh? Well, enough about that for now. From now on, just follow me.” This time, Lin Fan was ready to make a big move.

In Lin Fan’s view, humanity was stronger than any race in the Great Thousand Worlds, only lacking a leader.

But now, with someone like himself as their talent, humanity following him would absolutely soar.

In an instant, Lin Fan turned his gaze toward the disciples of Jiuling Sect in the distance.

When the Jiuling Sect disciples met Lin Fan’s gaze, their hearts trembled, overwhelmed by fear.

They had personally witnessed the man crush Elder Feng to death with a single step. If he wanted to deal with them, wouldn’t it be as simple as crushing an ant?

“Scram.” Lin Fan’s voice thundered, causing the disciples’ eardrums to ring painfully.

But at this moment, for these disciples, hearing those words brought immense joy—they could keep their lives, which was already a tremendous blessing.

Jiuling Sect?

Lin Fan already knew that Jiuling Sect was the organization founded by his disciple, You Jiuling.

“Ah!”

“These two little girls really don’t know how to behave themselves,” Lin Fan said helplessly. Just five years after he left, they had already caused such chaos. If he had been gone for ten or twenty years, wouldn’t the Xuanhuang World have turned upside down?

The soldiers in the Wasteland City watched this scene with wide eyes.

The Jiuling Sect elder, who had been all-powerful in the city, had just been crushed underfoot.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would dare believe it?

“Boss, where are we going now?”

“To discipline two little girls.” Lin Fan gazed into the distance, as the entire Xuanhuang World lay within his thoughts.

…

Shengxuan City.

It was the largest city in the Xuanhuang World.

Its population numbered in the billions, its land as vast as the Milky Way.

For ordinary civilians, to fully appreciate the grandeur of Shengxuan City would take years.

But for true experts, traveling from the northern to the southern edge of Shengxuan City would only take one or two days.

At this moment on the street, a group attracted everyone’s attention.

Passing civilians fearfully moved aside.

Mainly because the Desert Fourteen Bandits looked quite intimidating, clearly not looking like good people.

“This Shengxuan City truly lives up to its reputation as the largest city in the Xuanhuang World. It’s incredibly prosperous. Even the roads are much wider than those in Wasteland City,” Sha Dulong remarked in admiration.

“Indeed.” Lin Fan couldn’t help but agree. In just five years, the changes were beyond expectation.

If another decade or so passed, who knew how far the Xuanhuang World would develop?

“Make way, make way!”

Just then, a commotion came from ahead.

The previously bustling street suddenly became chaotic.

Lin Fan and the Desert Fourteen Bandits stood aside on the street as a luxurious beast-drawn carriage sped past. The carriage was wide, with curtains hanging around it, and inside lay a graceful figure, leisurely lying there.

She had long grown used to everything around her.

At this moment, a street vendor ahead couldn’t dodge in time, and was about to be hit when Lin Fan lifted his finger, sending a gust of force that instantly flung the vendor aside.

The vendor, who thought he was about to die, got up from the ground, filled with terror yet feeling puzzled.

“This is the beast carriage of the Jiuling Empress.”

“Exactly. It’s truly luxurious. But driving so fast within the city—if someone gets hit, what would happen?”

“Shh, do you want to die? If someone hears you, you’ll be in trouble.”

“Ah, the Jiuling Empress is peerlessly beautiful, yet so domineering.”

“I heard the Saint Demon Sect and Jiuling Sect are going to have a competition here. I wonder who will win.”

“The Saint Demon Sect and Jiuling Sect are about the same. These sects are so domineering. Why doesn’t the city lord intervene?”

“These are all major sects. If the city lord dares to say anything against them, he might lose his life.”

…

Lin Fan stood silently, not uttering a word, but his brows couldn’t help but furrow.

“Damn it! From what I hear, my two disciples are even more domineering than me?”