Chapter 518: Chapter 518

Yan Sect Leader couldn’t believe his sect had a disciple of such strength.

Not even a little bit.

As long as he can vent his frustration violently, nothing else matters.

"Damn it! Truly damn it!"

Shi Wutian stood stark naked, thoroughly embarrassed, as so many eyes stared at him. He knew he had been completely exposed. Though he wasn’t a woman, a man also has his dignity.

"What are you looking at? Are you all looking to die?" he roared furiously, his face twisted into a frightening snarl, genuinely intimidating.

The disciples of the Yama Sect whispered to each other quietly.

"I think I just saw that part of him. It seemed... a bit small."

"Yeah, really small, barely a dot."

"Maybe being a prodigy means there’s always something shocking about you, huh."

Shi Wutian had sharp ears and couldn’t help but hear what those bastards were whispering about. The fury in his heart burned fiercely, and he wished he could slaughter everyone present.

How could these people dare to humiliate him so freely? It was sheer audacity and utter recklessness.

Lin Fan spoke calmly, "You’re really too weak. Why don’t you step down and put some clothes on? Just have all your teammates come at me together. One by one lacks excitement. Let’s finish this quickly, shall we?"

These were the exact words Shi Wutian had said earlier.

Now Lin Fan was simply returning them to him, word for word.

"You think I’ll lose?!"

Shi Wutian snarled, gasping for air, as mana surged into his body. He was preparing to unleash his strongest, most brutal attack to risk it all and teach his opponent a devastating lesson.

Lin Fan shook his head, lightly pressing his toes against the ground. With a loud "bang," he disappeared in an instant. Shi Wutian froze, dazed as he searched for Lin Fan’s figure, only to barely catch glimpses of afterimages rushing toward him.

The opponent didn’t use any Immortal Techniques but chose to attack in close combat.

He’s underestimating me so much he doesn’t even bother using Immortal Techniques?!

Shi Wutian struck out instantly. A Holy Weapon appeared in his hand, hurtling toward Lin Fan with tremendous power. The Void bent under the weapon’s force, as if fragile like paper, torn into shreds.

Lin Fan emerged. Ignoring the Holy Weapon, he raised a leg and delivered a kick. The raw power of the Martial Arts Ultimate Body was unfathomable, and when combined with his mana, it became unimaginably horrific.

Shi Wutian’s face twisted in fear. He felt an irresistible force crashing toward him, so overwhelming it made holding onto his Holy Weapon almost impossible.

Even with a Holy Weapon in hand, he couldn’t resist. This was simply impossible.

Lin Fan’s kick struck the Holy Weapon, power radiating through it like shockwaves. With a deafening "BOOM," Shi Wutian spewed blood violently, flung far away, smashing into a distant wall.

"Didn’t I say you’re really weak?"

"The Holy Weapon isn’t bad, but you haven’t fully refined it. You can’t even unleash its full power."

Lin Fan picked up the Holy Weapon from the ground and casually threw it. With a sharp "whoosh," the weapon embedded itself into the area beside Shi Wutian.

At this point, Shi Wutian looked utterly miserable.

Naked, unconscious, helplessly embedded in the wall, with a small bird hanging limply from his head, as if he had completely lost the will to fight.

The elder of the Shi Clan shot to his feet, his gaze dark as he glared at Lin Fan on the stage, clenching his fists so hard it sounded like bones cracking.

"Elder, my sincerest apologies. Our sect disciple lacks restraint in his attacks. Rest assured, I will give him a proper scolding afterward. However, with this third match, our Yama Sect has won. Please return the Divine Skill to us," Yan Sect Leader said, grinning.

He felt he finally had the upper hand.

No longer did he have to sit through the match feeling as if forced to kneel.

"Fine, fine, a wager’s a wager," the elder said through gritted teeth, his gaze at Lin Fan growing not just unfriendly but deeply unsettled.

Shi Wutian, with Supreme Immortal Realm cultivation and a true prodigy among the Shi Clan, had lost so quickly, without the slightest ability to counter. It was simply unbelievable.

Yan Sect Leader asked, "Elder, there’s another round coming up. Which prodigy disciple will the Shi Clan be sending next?"

The elder felt furious enough to explode.

Sending another disciple?

Do you honestly think I’ve lost my mind?

"No need for that. Since your sect has such an outstanding disciple, there’s no point in continuing the competition. The Divine Skill will be returned to you fully," the elder replied.

Yan Sect Leader was overjoyed to hear this. The entire cause of the conflict had been the Divine Skill. Now that the Shi Clan was willing to return it, this was the greatest resolution.

"Thank you, Elder," Yan Sect Leader said, cupping his hands.

Having reclaimed the Divine Skill, the Yama Sect now had the foundations to rise again in the future.

After Yan Sect Leader carefully secured all the Divine Skills, he finally let out a deep breath. The troubles plaguing his mind were finally resolved.

"Elder, having traveled so far, why not stay here for a while? Allow our Yama Sect to extend its hospitality to such distinguished guests," Yan Sect Leader said politely.

The joy of pride and vindication felt truly satisfying.

The mood was euphoric.

"No need. Farewell," the elder said coldly, his chest trembling with pent-up anger. What was the point of staying, just to be mocked further?

By all reasoning, this wasn’t how the story should’ve gone. It was supposed to be the Shi Clan ruthlessly trampling the Yama Sect, leaving them groveling and concluding regretfully with, "What a shame. Your sect couldn’t even win a single match or recover a single Divine Skill. But don’t worry, we Shi Clan are quite generous, so we’ll leave you a Divine Skill as a consolation."

That’s how things should’ve gone.

Instead, their Shi Clan was leaving in humiliation.

"Ah, such a shame. I had hoped to exchange ideas with the Shi Clan more thoroughly. It seems now we’ll have to wait for the next opportunity," Yan Sect Leader said, shaking his head in apparent regret, though his expression betrayed no remorse whatsoever. He even seemed a bit smug.

If Lin Fan were standing there, he’d certainly say:

"That’ll do. Don’t overdo it. Your Yama Sect is still weak. Excessive arrogance will only cause trouble."

The elder of the Shi Clan snorted coldly, leading his clan members away from the Yama Sect.

The disciples under the stage erupted in cheers.

"Zhang He is amazing!"

"Zhang He is amazing!"

The real Zhang He stood in the crowd below, copying the movements of others as he raised his arms and shouted "amazing" along with them.

He had already decided that he wouldn’t wear a mask anymore. It was too dangerous; showing his true self was a safer choice. The real Zhang He wanted to embrace being his authentic self.

Yan Sect Leader couldn’t neglect Lin Fan. However, with many disciples around, he needed to show them their sect had real experts—a role model right before their eyes. So, he communicated with Lin Fan through telepathy.

"Thank you, my friend. Please follow me inside."

Lin Fan smiled and waved to Qin Yang and Xiang Fei in the distance, then followed Yan Sect Leader towards the main hall.

All the elders of the Yama Sect were present, along with many disciples.

Qing Yue stared curiously at the masked man standing before her. Who was he?

How could he be so powerful?

Why had she never seen him in the sect before?

Yan Sect Leader walked over to Lin Fan, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you, my friend. Without you, the Yama Sect would not have survived this calamity, nor would we have reclaimed our lost Divine Skill. This grace and kindness cannot be repaid. Please accept this old man’s bow."

As he spoke, Yan Sect Leader solemnly knelt in deep gratitude.

This truly was a great favor.

He had no idea how to repay it.

"Yan Sect Leader, you’re too kind," Lin Fan said, removing his mask with a smile. "I didn’t know what was going on at first; I just saw how arrogant that prodigy from the Shi Clan was. Besides, Miss Qing Yue invited us here as guests and treated us well. Facing this situation, of course we stepped in to help." Thɪs chapter is updated by Nov3lFɪre.ɴet

"It’s you..." Qing Yue exclaimed, stunned as she looked at his uncovered face.

She hadn’t expected that the person she had brought back would render such great assistance to the Yama Sect.

At this moment, Qin Yang walked over with a laugh, saying, "Surprised, huh? My Brother Lin is loyal and warm-hearted. He can’t stand seeing people act so arrogantly. That guy didn’t even have much strength yet was so pompous. My Brother Lin couldn’t let it go."

Yan Sect Leader said in astonishment, "So my friend is the honored guest Qing Yue brought back? How rude of me, truly rude indeed. I had planned to have Qing Yue show you around the Yama Sect, but the Shi Clan incident made me neglect you all."

"Sect Leader, you’re too polite. We cultivators live by the principle of righting wrongs wherever we encounter them. There’s no need to thank us so profusely," said Lin Fan, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the excessive gratitude. Yan Sect Leader’s enthusiasm was more than he knew how to handle.

Yan Sect Leader, oblivious to Lin Fan’s discomfort, continued to praise him, saying, "My friend, at such a young age, you already possess such cultivation. Truly, you are among the prodigies of the Immortal Realm. If even one of my sect’s disciples could be one-tenth as outstanding as you, I would feel deeply gratified."

"Sect Leader, you’re too modest. Your disciples are excellent, especially the brother who stepped up to the stage first. Despite the disparity in strength, he persisted. Such resilience is truly moving," said Lin Fan.

In his heart, he thought, enough is enough, really enough now.

Stop with the compliments; I get your point.

Thanks for appreciating us, but overdoing the flattery risks losing the impact.

"Ah, that disciple of mine... average talent. In no way comparable to my friend here. But his spirit deserves recognition. It’s truly heartening," sighed Yan Sect Leader.

Lin Fan noticed that the Sect Leader showed no sign of stopping.

This was becoming tricky.

He realized that this Yan Sect Leader was most likely a chatterbox—not just that, but a master at showering others with compliments.

The kind of person who praises you so much that you almost can’t stand it anymore.

"Oh, by the way, in all our conversation, I’ve yet to ask what my friend’s name is," Yan Sect Leader said, slightly embarrassed. He had flattered Lin Fan so much yet hadn’t even asked for his name.

This was truly impolite of him.

Lin Fan felt helpless. He had thought Yan Sect Leader knew, but it turned out that the entire time, he hadn’t learned it.

"I am Lin Fan. These are my friends, Qin Yang and Xiang Fei. We’ve come here from another region, new to the Southern Ridge," he said.

In the Southern Ridge, they didn’t have much of a reputation yet.

So it didn’t matter to reveal his identity.

"Lin Fan, Qin Yang, Xiang Fei, well met, well met," Yan Sect Leader said, cupping his hands in salutation.

It seemed as though he was about to start another round of compliments.