Chapter 98: Remember, always match your words with actions.

The current situation on the scene left Lin Fan somewhat uncertain. This wasn’t going according to plan at all.

Ye Shaotian had supposedly been useless for three years, enduring endless torment. Therefore, Feng Bu Jue should have been the arrogant, domineering, and vile one. Yet now, the situation seemed completely reversed.

Unscientific. Highly unscientific.

Lin Fan remained calm and continued observing silently. He wanted to see how this matter would resolve itself. In Lin Fan’s eyes, Feng Bu Jue was somewhat admirable. His cultivation level was at the advanced stage of先天, merely a step away from reaching ultimate perfection, placing him among the top experts in the outer sect.

Yet Ye Shaotian, whose cultivation level had also reached the advanced stage of先天, had defeated Feng Bu Jue in just three moves. Clearly, he was no ordinary opponent.

“Feng Bu Jue, you should now fulfill what you promised earlier—that the loser would leave the Holy Sect. I truly despise having to fight you. In my eyes, you’re nothing but an insignificant ant,” Ye Shaotian declared arrogantly, a disdainful smirk curling his lips.

Feng Bu Jue’s face turned pale, a streak of blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth. Upon hearing those words, his heart trembled, his eyes instantly clouding with confusion.

Leave the Holy Sect?

Recalling the painstaking efforts he had made to enter the sect, only to now be forced to leave the very place he had longed for because of a rash bet—he simply couldn’t accept it.

Observing Feng Bu Jue’s ashen expression, Ye Shaotian laughed. “Don’t think I’m bullying you without cause. Kneel down and apologize to me, and I, Ye Shaotian, might overlook your existence and let you, a wretched wretch, remain in the outer sect. How about that?”

“Ye Shaotian, don’t push people too far!” Feng Bu Jue roared in fury. A true man must stand tall and firm. Making him kneel? That was simply a fool’s dream.

“Brother Ye, why bother arguing with him? Making him kneel and apologize was already a mercy. Yet he still refuses to accept it, wasting your kindness,” Ruomeng Yu softly interjected.

The outer sect disciples gathered around merely watched the spectacle unfold. Such high-level conflicts were beyond their capacity to intervene.

As for Ye Shaotian, some secretly feared him. After all, during the past three years, many had mocked and ridiculed him. Now that his cultivation had returned and his brilliance shone again, if he sought revenge, tragedy would surely follow.

Ye Shaotian smiled faintly. “Since that’s the case, then you may now leave the Holy Sect.”

Ye Shaotian exuded an overbearing aura, his lips curled in a perpetual smile, as if this entire affair were merely a trivial pastime for him.

In Ye Shaotian’s eyes, Feng Bu Jue wasn’t even worth the effort. The top ten geniuses of the outer sect? Not even worth mentioning.

The outer sect was merely the outer sect. Only the inner sect was the true heart of the sect.

Feng Bu Jue clenched his fists tightly, his teeth grinding in frustration, his expression filled with resentment. “Fine, I’ll go.”

The moment those words left his mouth, Feng Bu Jue’s body trembled violently. Here, in the outer sect, he had worked hard to become one of the top ten geniuses. Yet in some people’s eyes, it meant absolutely nothing.

Watching this unfold, Lin Fan helplessly shook his head. No wonder this was a great sect.

Such a scenario would be utterly impossible in the Holy Devil Sect.

In Lin Fan’s view, Feng Bu Jue was somewhat pitiful. In that instant, Feng Bu Jue seemed to age years, a profound sense of desolation surrounding him.

“Then get going already,” Ye Shaotian said with a faint smile.

…

Sigh. Suddenly, a sigh echoed from the crowd.

“We are born of the same roots, why must we destroy each other so ruthlessly? Young man, I’m not trying to scold you, but your behavior is excessive,” Lin Fan said, shaking his head in sorrow, feigning a pained expression.

Ye Shaotian slightly furrowed his brows, glancing at Lin Fan. Who was this guy? Where had he come from?

Feng Bu Jue, who had been preparing to leave with reluctance, halted his steps and turned to look at the person who had spoken.

“Who are you?” Ye Shaotian demanded sharply.

“I’m your sect uncle. Young man, don’t be so hot-headed. Although you have a junior sister by your side, even ladies have their delicate days. Therefore, one must learn to approach matters with calmness and tolerance,” Lin Fan replied, clearly disappointed with this new generation of the Holy Sect.

Their tempers were simply too fierce.

“You…” Ye Shaotian immediately understood the implication, and as for the claim of being his sect uncle, it was nothing but nonsense.

At that moment, Lin Fan ignored Ye Shaotian and turned his gaze to Feng Bu Jue. “Do you really wish to leave the Holy Sect?”

Feng Bu Jue looked at Lin Fan. Though he didn’t know who this person was, he truly didn’t want to leave the Holy Sect. He slowly shook his head. “No.”

“However, a true man must honor his word. Since you lost, you must keep your promise. Otherwise, not only will others look down on you, but you might even lose respect for yourself,” Lin Fan said calmly.

Feng Bu Jue was momentarily stunned, staring blankly at Lin Fan. He couldn’t quite grasp what was happening. He had expected this person to mediate, but never imagined he would also urge him to leave the sect.

Ye Shaotian, who had been on the verge of fury, now snorted coldly. At least this guy knows his place.

“I will leave the sect and go,” Feng Bu Jue said hoarsely.

Lin Fan smiled faintly. “Fine. Then would you be willing to join my sect?”

Feng Bu Jue, lost and despondent, was taken aback. He stared at Lin Fan in confusion, unable to comprehend his meaning.

Seeing Feng Bu Jue’s puzzled expression, Lin Fan smiled slightly and said, “The Holy Devil Sect on Nameless Peak. Would you be willing to join me there?”

At that moment, the outer sect disciples around them were all astonished, then began whispering amongst themselves.

“This must be the one who received the mountain from the Sect Leader.”

“Never thought it was him who received the Sect Leader’s mountain reward.”

“Now that Feng Bu Jue is leaving the sect but joining the Holy Devil Sect, doesn’t that mean he’s still remaining within the Holy Sect?”

“This guy is really going to provoke Ye Shaotian for Feng Bu Jue’s sake.”

…

Ye Shaotian had been in seclusion recently and was unaware of this matter. Ruomeng Yu whispered explanations, and Ye Shaotian nodded occasionally.

“Would you be willing?” Lin Fan asked.

At this moment, Feng Bu Jue’s mind was racing. He hadn’t expected this person to be the legendary figure who had been granted a mountain by the Sect Leader.

This matter wasn’t a secret within the sect. Moreover, the sect leader had made it clear that disciples of the Holy Devil Sect on Nameless Peak would enjoy the same treatment as the main sect’s disciples.

“Disciple Feng Bu Jue pays homage to the Sect Leader,” Feng Bu Jue said quickly, immediately kneeling to pledge allegiance to the Holy Devil Sect without hesitation.

His speed was unprecedented, without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Fan was greatly pleased. He hadn’t expected the first disciple of his sect to possess such insight. With this, the future prosperity of the sect would surely be assured.

“Good. Then follow this Zongzhu back to the sect for a visit first. I also have some matters that need your help,” Lin Fan thought joyfully.

Another capable hand had been swayed—another powerful reinforcement added to the weeding team.

“Stop!” Ye Shaotian suddenly shouted.

Was this guy courting death? Ye Shaotian would never allow someone he had ordered to leave to be retained by another.

What difference did it make if this fellow had been granted a mountain by the Patriarch? That was merely a token favor to an old branch sect, nothing particularly significant.