Luckily, he is a Sword Cultivator, how could his ntal state be disrupted by such trivial matters?
"I was just comprehending the Sword Dao in the Green Bamboo Grove, why am I here?"
"I have no idea, all mysterious and profound. Keep comprehending swords."
The man stepped upon the Immortal Sword, returning to his original path, landing in the bamboo grove, continuing his comprehension, and has long forgotten what just transpired.
...
"Help, help..."
As Lin Fan traveled, his perception was so strong that he could hear even the slightest sounds, yet he was unwilling to heed these cries for help.
"They shouted for help back then too, but who could rescue them? Why should I rescue you?"
Lin Fan chose not to pay attention and continued on his way.
But in the end, he still turned back. If his heart were truly as hard as stone, he might not be the Uncle Lin in Feifei’s mind, nor the friendly Fanfan in Professor Xia and Old Man Wang’s hearts.
In the wilderness below.
Three evil cultivators stood before a Pill Furnace, with blazing flas burning beneath it, and surrounding them were many mortals from the Cultivation World, bound tightly, beside them a blood-soaked sack filled with dismbered limbs.
In the Cultivation World, where Spiritual Energy is abundant, mortals cannot cultivate due to the lack or presence of Spirit Roots, but even mortals beco stronger and their blood more vigorous over ti in such abundant Spiritual Energy.
Normal cultivators might not consider this.
However, for so evil cultivators, mortal blood and flesh are great supplents, refining them can yield ’Human Dan’, which contains Spiritual Energy and blood energy, enhancing their physical bodies and boosting Mana.
"We’ve abducted all able-bodied n from a village, will this incite a hunt?"
"A hunt? Who would bother for re mortals? We snatch each locality and move on, has anyone chased us down over these years?"
"That’s true. We, the three renowned evil cultivators, possess so repute, even intrepid loose cultivators avoid provoking us."
Though nad the three handso evil cultivators, they had no relation to ’handso’ in appearance; one uglier than the last, honestly, eting them in the dead of night could scare children to death.
One of the evil cultivators grabbed the sack, opened the furnace lid, pouring the sack’s contents of dismbered limbs into it, tossing the sack aside, licking the blood from his fingers like tasting a delicacy.
He then added several materials to the Pill Furnace.
"I say, next ti can we not chop the mortals to pieces, these limbs are really annoying." The working evil cultivator complained.
"Understood, they were resisting."
"Next ti, I’ll be careful."
Though they said to be careful, none paid attention, perhaps the next ti would be the sa, evil cultivators are notoriously bloody, seldom ensuring things remain intact.
Bound mortals shuddered, faces panicked, so even wetting their pants in terror.
Suddenly.
A rumbling sound echoed from the sky, the three evil cultivators’ faces turned pale, assuming it was a powerful cultivator pursuing them, but hearing the sound fade into the distance, they breathed a sigh of relief, just when they thought all was well, the rumbling drew near again, catching them off guard, a figure descended from the sky, landing firmly.
"May I ask which fellow cultivator you are?"
The three evil cultivators were very wary.
Lin Fan’s expression was indifferent, glancing at the three evil cultivators, then at the bound mortals.
Without uttering a word of nonsense.
In an instant, he appeared before an evil cultivator, slicing a hand, with a crunch, breaking the talisman on the evil cultivator, followed by neck cracks appearing, his head rolling from his neck to the ground, spinning with round eyes, dying without contentnt.
"Ah?"
The other two evil cultivators were shocked.
Swish!
Lin Fan appeared before another evil cultivator, watching that evil cultivator’s body fly back, colliding with a distant tree, BANG, the evil cultivator’s body exploded, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
"Senior, spare..."
BANG!
Lin Fan appeared before the third evil cultivator, waving a palm, blasting his head from a distance, blood droplets raining down onto surrounding plants.
He approached a mortal, untied his ropes, silently glancing at them, soared up, continuing toward the Fla Sun Sect’s direction.
Monts later, the bound mortals regained their freedom, all knelt on the ground, kowtowing towards Lin Fan’s distant figure, thanking the Immortal Master for his life-saving grace.
Fla Sun Sect.
Lin Fan landed at the mountain’s foot, taking out a map, this is the place, the sect lies within these mountains. He glanced into the distance, seeing no sect structures, only lush vegetation, but sensed many cultivators emitting exuberant vitality.
Perhaps Fla Sun Sect employed so illusion to conceal the sect’s existence, making it invisible to the naked eye.
He relied on perception, stepping onto the green-covered ground, with each step, the vegetation beneath vanished like illusions, revealing stairs paved with blue stones, aware everything was illusions.
Thus, ascending step by step, the surrounding scenery constantly changing.
A mont later.
He reached a certain position, uncovering the truth ahead.
A magnificent cluster of buildings appeared in his sight.
This was the Fla Sun Sect.
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