"Hello, Brother Lin."
A disciple from Zhen Tian Peak said respectfully, his small eyes sowhat shifty, not daring to face Lin Fan directly because he was a disciple of Zhen Tian Peak, and Brother Lin and Brother Ye had conflicts.
"Where did Ye Zhen Tian go? Why is he nowhere to be seen?" Lin Fan asked.
Actually, there’s no need to ask.
He must have known I was coming, so he hid. This kid probably didn’t get the Spirit Stones ready and thinks hiding is a good idea. Let’s see how long he can hide.
"Brother Lin, I don’t know where Senior Brother went either," the disciple said. He clearly knew that Senior Brother had just left, but he couldn’t say it. Brother Ye wasn’t here; he was obviously hiding from Brother Lin.
As a disciple of Zhen Tian Peak, naturally, he had to take Brother Ye’s side.
"Really, this kid sure knows how to hide. The tea on the table is still hot, so I reckon he hasn’t been gone long. You go ahead and get busy; I’ll take a look around."
Lin Fan smiled, waving for the disciple to leave. He truly didn’t believe he couldn’t find Ye Zhen Tian.
This...
The disciple felt a bit troubled but dared not go against Lin Fan’s wishes, so he had to leave, silently hoping Senior Brother could hide well and not get caught.
Lin Fan headed towards the back mountain, trusting his keen sense of life.
Capable of detecting nearby life forms.
It doesn’t matter how well you hide; if your cultivation is low, hiding your presence is futile.
Soon enough.
He arrived at an outhouse.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand, gathering mana in his palm to form a small mana ball, and then tossed it into the outhouse.
At this mont.
Inside the outhouse.
Ye Zhen Tian reluctantly hid there, initially intending to hide in the back mountain training room.
But then thought better of it. The training room wasn’t safe. Considering what he knew of Lin Fan, coming to Zhen Tian Peak felt like returning ho. He wouldn’t act like a guest and would definitely search all over for him.
If he had any self-awareness.
His Five-colored Heavenly Chicken wouldn’t have been caught and entirely eaten.
"Hiding here, I refuse to believe you can find . But oh, the sll here is overwhelming." Ye Zhen Tian held his breath, utterly discontent with this place that tarnished his image and didn’t match his status.
But there was no other choice.
If he could hide for a while, he might just make it through this ordeal.
Suddenly,
sothing felt amiss, a strong force approaching quickly, indicating the hidden power wasn’t weak, all this transpiring in an instant.
"What the hell!"
"The toilet exploded."
Ye Zhen Tian scread, horrified, but it was too late. It happened too fast.
Bam!
The toilet exploded.
The deafening roar echoed through Zhen Tian Peak.
The mountain’s disciples were all stunned, looking afar, thinking sothing major had happened, rushing over quickly.
"Brother Ye, what are you doing here?"
Lin Fan feigned ignorance of Ye Zhen Tian’s presence here, asking in puzzled innocence. He hadn’t expected the explosion at the toilet to be so dramatic and shockingly terrifying, turning the once fresh air into sothing odorous.
Who knows how much ti passed.
From the direction of the latrine ca an angry voice.
"Lin Fan, you’ve gone too far!"
Lin Fan, observing the situation afar, stepped back as if frightened.
"Super Saiyan, huh?"
From the latrine hole erged a shadowy figure, surrounded by a yellow mist. Droplets of yellow water dripped to the ground. With every step taken, a stench emanated that was hard to endure even by holding one’s nose.
This was the aura of a strongman.
As if a turd demon, shattering seals with earth-shaking power from the abyss of excrent, triumphantly returning, shocking the heavens, and with such a stench that all living things fled, none daring to contend.
"Terrifying indeed."
Lin Fan murmured, his eyes trembling with shock at the sight.
Thud!
The disciples who rushed over pinched their noses, trying not to breathe in the sll.
Which moron showers in the toilet with nowhere else to go?
And even blew it up.
The poo-stench wafting through the air, polluting Zhen Tian Peak.
"Dear junior brothers and sisters, don’t be alard; he is your Brother Ye Zhen Tian, currently practicing Supre Divine Power ’Poop Eating Magic’. Do not disturb him, lest you interrupt your senior brother," Lin Fan said.
Thud!
Everyone fell to their knees, too shocked to speak, their words stamring.
That... that’s Senior Brother?
How could it be?
Ye Zhen Tian was furious with Lin Fan, almost spitting blood.
He never expected Lin Fan to treat him like this, to be so ruthless.
"Get lost, all of you!"
Ye Zhen Tian shouted like thunder, echoing through the heavens, almost bursting the eardrums of many disciples, who, frightened, fled. They knew this was a conflict between Brother Lin and Brother Ye.
And to see senior brother in such a ridiculous state.
Really made them fear they might be silenced.
Ye Zhen Tian pressed a spell, removing the filth from his body, while the destroyed toilet seed to reverse ti, returning to its original form.
These were all Immortal techniques, no big deal.
Lin Fan laughed, "Brother Ye, did your cultivation technique go awry, blowing up the toilet in a fit? However, this cultivation technique is quite overbearing, so be cautious and don’t rush in your practice."
"Lin Fan, what do you want from ? Do you have to cling to like this?" Ye Zhen Tian was so provoked by Lin Fan that his eyes almost flad with rage.
He couldn’t tolerate such a huge humiliation.
Lin Fan nodded, "Hm, I didn’t expect Brother Ye to not only improve in cultivation but gain so self-awareness too. You’re right; it’s quite necessary."
"This is not a good place to chat. Co on, let’s head to your main hall; I need to settle an account with you."
Ye Zhen Tian wanted to explode, but didn’t know how to.
In the hall.
Ye Zhen Tian sat there, while Lin Fan stayed far away, saying nothing, but his actions clearly conveyed to Ye Zhen Tian that, regardless of any sll, he was scared by him.
"Brother Ye, isn’t it ti you gave the Spirit Stones? So much ti has passed, way beyond my expectations for you; I’ve been magnanimous enough," Lin Fan said.
He didn’t lack those millions of Spirit Stones.
Even if he got them, they’d be just a fraction, and even if lost, it wouldn’t bother him.
But having just returned from the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, awakened by his master’s humiliation, bent on revenge, he could only play with Ye Zhen Tian for now.
Ye Zhen Tian cursed under his breath.
He had no idea why all this had to happen.
Did I steal your wife or slaughter your family? Among so many in the sect, do you have to hold onto to the end?
"I have no Spirit Stones, only this life. Take it if you want; if I, Ye Zhen Tian, flinch, I’ll take your surna," Ye Zhen Tian bellowed, maintaining his imposing manner, proving that debts owed seed eternal.
And to Ye Zhen Tian, this was his plan.
Co on and do it if you’ve got guts.
But then.
Sothing felt off.
"Alright, you said it."
Lin Fan responded, and with a whoosh, the Flying Smoke Spirit Sword was gripped in his hand, swiftly slicing towards Ye Zhen Tian, the sword intent sharp and fast.
Ye Zhen Tian never thought Lin Fan would actually make a move.
But he wasn’t flustered at all.
Pretending.
Do you really think you dare?
Hehe!
Scornful thoughts arose in his mind.
But soon after.
Ye Zhen Tian realized sothing was off; Lin Fan’s eyes filled with unmistakable killing intent, he genuinely intended to kill him.
Impossible.
How could this be possible, why would he dare?
Sword energy swooped in.
Ye Zhen Tian felt a stinging sensation on his face; it was the sword energy clashing against it.
"You..."
Ye Zhen Tian didn’t dare tough it out, sidestepping and rolling to avoid the sword, which at that mont shattered the seat into pieces.
"Lin Zhentian, nice na. Take my surna in the future, I’m willing to pass it to you; let’s skip the seniority, you’re not qualified yet," Lin Fan said calmly.
"You really were going to kill just now."
Ye Zhen Tian stared wide-eyed; he couldn’t believe Lin Fan was bold enough to genuinely try to kill him; the montum just now, the situation, it was absolutely the case.
Lin Fan said, "What can I say? I’m not fond of being pushed. Once cornered, I’ll do anything. Besides, there was an elent of a gamble, and I gambled that you would dodge; I didn’t expect to win, but you did dodge."
"Talk tough, but your body is obedient huh."
"Forget it."
"I’ll let you off today, but quickly get those Spirit Stones."
"When I arrived, I noticed a few Spirit Beasts on your peak looking quite nice—let them be the interest."
Lin Fan turned and left.
Ye Zhen Tian slumped to the ground, breathing heavily; he was genuinely frightened by Lin Fan just now.
His assumption that Lin Fan didn’t dare.
But in the end, the way Lin Fan acted, it was a serious possibility.
"What if I hadn’t dodged?" Ye Zhen Tian roared furiously, unwilling to let it go.
Lin Fan, reaching the doorway, paused, turned back, and smiled, "Even though you owe Spirit Stones, you’re still my junior. Why would I kill you? At most, leave a sword scar on your face, hahaha..."
He felt his wit couldn’t quite match Lin Fan’s.
The Zhen Tian Peak disciples watched as the Spirit Beasts, recently acquired by their senior brother, were carried off by Brother Lin, four legs in tow, feeling a pang in their hearts.
It was obvious without thinking.
The Spirit Beasts would vanish entirely, turning into delicacies within certain bellies.
Lin Fan returned to his own peak, tossed the Spirit Beasts to Brother Chen Zhiyu, instructing him to clean them up, as a Spirit Beast feast was to be held shortly.
Since cultivating, Ye Zhen Tian had never wept again.
But this ti he cried, going to the Sect Leader to plea for help.
He went to vent, share his sorrows and experiences.
Destroying Immortal Peak.
"Junior Brother, I heard you’ve been chased by two Demon Path overlords outside; better hide in the sect," Xi Xi said worriedly, then grabbed so Spiritual Beast at, savoring it slowly, slling delicious.
"Mm-hmm, you’re right." Chen Zhiyu had no ti to talk, engrossed in eating, but still nodded.
Lin Fan smiled, "No worries, if they could kill , they would’ve done it long ago, no point waiting until now."
Then, he looked over to Huang Jiujiu.
"Disciple, not much progress in cultivation, huh? Did you slack off while I was away? You seem a bit rounder than when I left," Lin Fan frowned, asking.
Chen Zhiyu kept his head down, it wasn’t his business.
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