Chapter 211: Born in the Land of Women

This person is somewhat conceited.

His behavior is effeminate, and the delicate gesture of pointing his finger is charming and alluring, exuding an unmistakable aura of submissiveness.

Liu Lingfeng was a disciple of Xuanjian Sect, an establishment exclusively composed of women. He was the sole male disciple, raised within the sect since childhood, and thus gradually adopted feminine habits, always carrying cosmetics and face powder close to his body.

“Liu Lingfeng, why are you here?” Lei Hengfeng’s expression hardened, seemingly displaying disdain for the person before him.

Liu Lingfeng glanced at Lei Hengfeng and lightly chuckled, “Is this place exclusively yours, belonging to Da Zhong Mountain?”

“Hmph,” Lei Hengfeng scoffed.

…

At this moment, Lin Fan felt somewhat displeased. This was supposed to be a robbery, yet these people ignored him entirely, which greatly annoyed him. Had people truly become fearless of robbery?

Or had bandits lost their authority these days?

Lin Fan lightly coughed and stepped forward. “Please pay attention. This is a robbery. Kindly cooperate.”

How could people nowadays be so indifferent? His group of ferocious bandits stood right before them, yet they were completely ignored, leaving Lin Fan speechless.

Especially Sandulong and the others, who were the Fourteenth Bandits of the Desert. Their fierce appearances could unsettle anyone with just a glance.

Yet this group of travelers had completely disregarded them, making Lin Fan feel that this situation could not continue and that he must remind them verbally.

Moreover, Liu Lingfeng possessed a unique aura, and Lin Fan felt a desire to discipline him. After all, it was rare for him to find someone who caught his eye.

As Lin Fan spoke, Liu Lingfeng’s bright eyes and delicate brows slightly furrowed.

“Get lost. Killing you would soil my sword.”

At that moment, Liu Lingfeng’s aura suddenly changed. A sword intent combining yin and yang spread around, locking onto every blade of grass and tree.

Beside Lei Hengfeng, Xing Yueyu felt uneasy from this presence, and the senior apprentices behind her shared the same discomfort.

They inwardly cursed.

Liu Lingfeng must have done this on purpose, using his oppressive aura, especially since his sword intent was known as the sharpest in the world.

Their cultivation bases were not as profound as Liu Lingfeng’s, so naturally, they could not resist this sharp sword intent. Sweat dripped from their brows, yet they gritted their teeth and persisted.

At this moment, Lei Hengfeng stepped forward, projecting a mighty aura to shield his juniors from the sword intent.

“Don’t go too far,” Lei Hengfeng warned sternly.

Liu Lingfeng glanced at Lei Hengfeng, slightly shrugged his shoulders, and then looked at Lin Fan and the others. “Within three breaths, if you haven’t vanished from my sight, you will bear the consequences.”

The way Liu Lingfeng looked at Lin Fan and the others was as if regarding a group of ants.

Lin Fan was furious at this moment. He had not expected this person before him to be so arrogant, exuding an intense air of superiority with every breath.

It was tolerable enough that he looked effeminate, but now he was exuding an air of condescension without even trying.

“How dare you speak to my master like that!” Sandulong, wielding his twin blades, angrily rebuked him.

How could this fellow dare to be so disrespectful to their master? He was practically asking for death.

Although their master had not said anything, as subordinates, they naturally could not tolerate their master being insulted.

However, at that moment, Sandulong’s heart tightened, as if locked onto by a certain presence. This chilling sensation was akin to plunging into hell.

“Annoying,” Liu Lingfeng muttered, casting a sidelong glance. A cold gleam, swift as lightning, shot toward Sandulong.

At that moment, Sandulong’s heart leapt into his throat. The dazzling light was as fast as lightning. Sandulong desperately wanted to dodge, but his body seemed locked, unable to move an inch.

Without any warning, Liu Lingfeng attacked.

“Don’t be too arrogant.”

Sandulong had originally thought he was about to die, but at that split second, the gleaming blade suddenly halted, caught between two fingers, unable to move even a fraction further.

“Might as well, since you came willingly, you can be robbed too.” At this moment, Lin Fan said casually. Liu Lingfeng was not weak, but it was his misfortune to fall into Lin Fan’s hands.

At this moment, Liu Lingfeng was shocked. He had not expected someone to effortlessly catch his sword strike with just two fingers.

This… this…

At that moment, cold light flashed in Liu Lingfeng’s eyes. He flicked his wrist, attempting to sever Lin Fan’s fingers, but no matter how hard he tried, his sword would not budge an inch.

Lei Hengfeng stood aside, his heart surging with shock. He knew Liu Lingfeng’s strength, and even he might not necessarily be his match.

Although the fellow was somewhat annoying, his strength was undeniable. Yet now, the opponent had effortlessly caught the sword strike with just two fingers.

This realization terrified Lei Hengfeng.

The difference between their strengths was astronomical.

Who was he? He definitely was no ordinary bandit.

“Behave yourselves, or I’ll cut you all to pieces,” Lin Fan said, flicking his fingers. A powerful force traveled from the sword into Liu Lingfeng’s body.

Liu Lingfeng hastily took several steps back, his expression one of astonishment, clearly unable to believe what had just happened.

Seeing how audacious this group was, Lin Fan realized he had been too lenient. If he didn’t act a bit more ferociously, they might truly fear him not at all.

At this moment, Lin Fan drew out the Eternal Axe and slammed it onto the ground.

An overbearing aura swept across the scene.

Faced with Lin Fan’s furious roar, Liu Lingfeng’s body violently trembled, his pretense of strength faltering slightly at this moment.

“Senior, with your formidable strength, you should not stoop to such despicable acts,” Lei Hengfeng now spoke more cautiously. The opponent’s strength had exceeded their expectations.

“What nonsense. Left for men, right for women. Hands on your heads. Place all your valuables on the ground,” Lin Fan declared with commanding authority, exuding the ferocious aura of a supreme bandit that enveloped everyone present.

Sandulong and the others gazed at Lin Fan, their shocked expressions filled with admiration.

A true king of bandits—this, in their eyes, was what a real robbery should be.

Compared to their previous robbery attempts, which were mere child’s play, this was incomparable.

With just a few words from their master, the opponent was stunned into submission, leaving no room for resistance. Truly admirable.

“Don’t act recklessly,” Liu Lingfeng’s chest heaved, his heart filled with resentment and不甘 (bù gān — unwillingness to accept defeat). Seeing this, Lei Hengfeng quickly stepped in to prevent any impulsive actions that might cost him his life.

“Senior,” Xing Yueyu stood aside, close to tears, her heart filled with fear.

“Get down on your knees,” Lin Fan roared again.

Lei Hengfeng and the others immediately knelt on the ground. At this moment, Xing Yueyu’s eyes were already reddening. She had not expected that going out for cultivation practice would lead to such an encounter.

They hadn’t even done anything yet when they were intercepted and robbed. Her heart was filled with bitterness.

The Fourteenth Bandits of the Desert looked at these previously domineering sect disciples and felt a surge of pride.

Look at these sect disciples, now obediently kneeling there. Such a scene was something they had never even dreamed of.

“Start collecting,” Lin Fan waved his sleeve and began the confiscation operation.

At this moment, Lin Fan stood like a king, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the disciples kneeling in two rows.