A pair of hands were placed in front of everyone.
So eye-catching.
Qin Yang looked at Lin Fan in shock, suddenly realizing another side of Brother Lin, who was indeed a master of nonsense.
His talk was so convincing it almost made him believe in ghosts.
A big man approached, his appearance seemingly fierce; if the Immortal Realm graded the ten most evil people by looks alone, this man would definitely be one of them.
"Let try."
The big man grabbed Lin Fan’s hand, and suddenly his whole body trembled.
Even Lin Fan was a bit baffled.
If you’re going to touch, why tremble?
"I felt it, I felt it..." The big man’s expression softened, and his fierce appearance instantly transford.
It gave Lin Fan chills.
A truly terrifying person.
Reminded him of Ru Hua from horror movies.
"Warm, soft, sweet..."
Every creature has the capacity to fantasize; when they activate their minds, many incredible things erge in their imagination.
Qin Yang exchanged a glance with Xiang Fei.
Unbelievable.
They never thought sothing like this could happen.
The surrounding immortals were utterly shocked.
They were all itching with curiosity about whether it was true or false, could soone really feel that?
Even Lin Fan was bewildered by it; indeed, these hands had touched, but it had been so long ago—could they really be imagining it so vividly?
Soon enough.
The immortals all rushed to grab Lin Fan’s hand.
"Wow! I felt it too."
"So soft, really so soft."
"Yaochi Fairy truly lives up to her na..."
Lin Fan blinked; they were so convincing, he almost believed it was all true.
Qin Yang, skeptical, grabbed once, and found it was nothing special, just an ordinary pair of hands, right?
Were these guys all going crazy, getting obsessed?
Ridiculous!
At the city gate.
A very distinguished man appeared, attracting the attention of pedestrians not because he was exceptionally handso, but because of the sharp aura emanating from him.
The man was Bai Haitang, known as the Grass Sword Hermit.
He was quite famous among the geniuses of the Immortal Realm, having slain countless formidable foes with his invisible grass sword aura.
So knowledgeable immortals exclaid.
"If I’m not mistaken, this should be the Grass Sword Hermit Bai Haitang."
"It’s actually him; I heard that after suppressing the prodigy Gu Yun of the Ancient Palace, he went into seclusion. I didn’t expect him to co out."
"I wonder what important matters have brought him to this remote city."
Bai Haitang had high cultivation; he heard the whispered conversations of the surrounding immortals.
His mood was quite good.
A little bit proud.
A true prodigy naturally needed to spread his fa; otherwise, who would know who you are?
From the current situation, he at least knew his efforts were successful.
During the duel with Gu Yun of the Ancient Palace, countless people ca to watch. In that battle, he comprehended the highest level of the Grass Sword Technique—the Invisible Sword Technique. Had he not held back, Gu Yun would have been slain.
But upon hearing the Yaochi Fairy was insulted, how could he remain in seclusion? He broke out directly to kill this villain for the Yaochi Fairy.
Regardless of anything.
He must find the opponent before other geniuses take action to prove that only he, Bai Haitang, was the most outstanding.
Gradually.
Voices from passersby nearly drove Bai Haitang to rage.
"In the tavern ahead, soone is talking about the Yaochi Fairy being taken advantage of."
"Is it true? Of course, it’s true. I just heard it when I was there."
"Who is the Yaochi Fairy?"
"A fairy, very beautiful."
"Beautiful—more beautiful than my ho’s lovely Second Flower?"
Bai Haitang stood there, his face turning very grim. He did not expect soone so audacious to openly discuss the Yaochi Fairy. As her protector, he absolutely couldn’t tolerate it.
A sharp aura spread out.
Everyone around felt uncomfortable, as if their bodies were being suppressed; they dared not take a breath.
Bai Haitang strode toward the tavern the passersby ntioned.
Soon enough.
Standing outside the tavern, he heard the infuriating voices inside.
Sothing about the Yaochi Fairy...
And how it’s so soft and warm.
"Ah!"
Bai Haitang couldn’t help but roar, stepping directly into the tavern. The waiter ca to greet him, but was slapped away, and Bai Haitang rushed towards the second floor.
"Who, who dares to insult the Yaochi Fairy here?"
"I, Grass Sword Hermit Bai Haitang, must take your head."
Bai Haitang’s montum was overwhelming; the surrounding immortals were terrified and retreated, evidently not expecting that they had indeed attracted a powerhouse, and it was none other than Bai Haitang, known for his status as the Grass Sword Hermit.
The crowd parted to make way.
Qin Yang understood yet another of the fairy’s Flower Guardians had arrived; what’s the need, wouldn’t it be better to bury so matters in our hearts?
Lin Fan said with a chuckle, "Speak of a prodigy, and one cos. You are the Grass Sword Hermit Bai Haitang?"
"You’ve heard of my fa." Bai Haitang asked coldly, his eyes sharp as if two sharp swords were hovering.
"Of course I’ve heard. We were just discussing you—a renowned number two sycophant by the Yaochi Fairy’s side, rushing out to avenge the fairy without even closing your retreat. Kudos, respect."
Lin Fan cupped his hands in a gesture of admiration.
The surrounding immortals were quite fearful of Bai Haitang.
Not only because of his status.
But also because of his power.
"Courting death."
Bai Haitang was furious, closing his fingers together. A small green grass floated between them; with a swing of his arm, swish, the invisible sword aura swept through. To everyone around, this was terrifying montum, like being in a prison.
The sharpness of the sword aura was overwhelming.
Their bodies could be sliced into pieces at any mont.
"That’s the Grass Sword Technique, truly terrifying."
Soone shouted in awe.
Bai Haitang’s expression was sombre. The Grass Sword Technique was indeed a simple divine skill, where that piece of Dragon Grass comprehended the Grand Dao of Heaven and Earth, the Void Dao, the Sharpness Dao, the Trajectory Dao, and ultimately the Supre Divine Skill.
And he gained it by chance.
After hundreds of years of practice, he had honed the Grass Sword Technique to perfection, yet it could not be so easily resisted by anyone.
Monts later.
Bang!
Bai Haitang knelt before Lin Fan, under imnse pressure. He struggled and roared, but the pressure on him was like an ancient mountain range, making it hard to breathe.
"Lin scoundrel, you dare sneak attack . If you have the guts, fight to the death."
He was unwilling in his heart.
He didn’t even know what happened; performing the Grass Sword Technique, out of nowhere suppressed by a scripture, he didn’t even know what it was, in the blink of an eye it turned into this.
"Haha, already in this state and still so stubborn, quite impressive." Lin Fan patted Bai Haitang’s head, smiling, "Everyone, look, this is the Grass Sword Hermit Bai Haitang, the number two Flower Guardian of the Yaochi Fairy."
"Just as you would imagine, geniuses are still just that, nothing too special, two arms, two legs."
The immortals were taken aback by Lin Fan’s strength; they never anticipated such prowess, not even the Grass Sword Hermit was his match, incredible strength indeed.
"Release ."
Bai Haitang was furious. Considering his status, experiencing such a scene was intolerable, being watched like an animal, hatred festered in his heart.
Suddenly.
A prodigy being beaten and made to kneel naturally aroused curiosity in many.
Lin Fan lifted Bai Haitang’s chin, comnting, "You have good looks, indeed quite handso, but your facial features don’t seem too fortunate. Let’s hear from the Divine Fortune Teller what your features signify."
"Don’t worry, no psychological pressure, after the reading I’ll take him away."
Originally the immortals dared not step forward.
Fearing retaliation afterwards.
But Lin Fan’s words reassured them greatly.
The Divine Fortune Teller focused, scrutinizing, shaking his head, "This Grass Sword Hermit, indeed has handso features, but based on my recent observations, he bears misfortune traits."
The crowd was puzzled, looking carefully, they truly couldn’t discern any misfortune in Bai Haitang.
The Fortune Teller pointed at Bai Haitang, "Look closely, there are eight points, summarizing his whole being."
"Tall but not straight."
"Thin without spirit."
"Overly hard beard."
"Gender reversed."
"Bright but turbid eyes."
"Moving like a snake and sparrow."
"Fat without constraint."
"Restless and unstable."
"It’s these eight points, each point he exhibits, I calculated, incredible, it turns out this catastrophe was destined, it’s fate."
The surrounding immortals looked at each other, puzzled by it all.
Do you understand?
I don’t understand.
Can you see it?
I really can’t see it.
But...
"Incredible, incredible, didn’t expect the old sir to be a true master."
"So, even a prodigy isn’t all that, their features aren’t as good as ours."
"eting in person pales compared to hearing about them, disappointing."
The immortals shook their heads, feeling quite let down by Bai Haitang, having been hyped up outside, they believed he was an extraordinary figure, but now he seed just average.
Bai Haitang’s blood boiled, fresh blood seeped from the corners of his mouth; verbal humiliation was more ferocious, especially for him as a prodigy, never had he faced such a situation.
In fact.
He wished you had the guts to just chop him dead.
"If you have the guts, just wait, one day you’ll pay for this."
Bai Haitang ntally imprinted the mocking faces around him into his mory.
Qin Yang patted Bai Haitang’s shoulder, sympathetically saying, "My friend, you still think you have a chance?"
He felt these prodigies weren’t even as good as he was.
Being defiant was normal living conduct, but you also need so sense.
Given the current situation.
Bai Haitang still felt there was an opportunity to escape.
He knew Brother Lin’s character, when catching hold of an opportunity, how could he let it go, as Brother Lin had previously ntioned about that pig farm or sothing.
Bai Haitang turned his head, unwilling to say another word.
This was his most humiliating mont; if he survived, he would kill the opponent no matter what.
It was growing late.
Lin Fan cupped his hands, saying, "Everyone, it’s getting late, we should also leave, rember what I just said: strive, have dreams, one day you will succeed, would you agree?"
The immortals cupped their hands, "The mantra of the Hand Demon Crazy Daoist makes sense."
Xiang Fei shook his head, truly if so, your paths as immortals would be severed.
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