Chapter 121: A Speech That Moved Everyone

"Sect Leader." Feng Jue stood to the side and greeted respectfully.

Lin Fan descended upon this place with an invincible aura, his faint yet elegant air of dominance quietly rising. His deep, sparkling eyes were captivating, making it impossible to look away or extricate oneself.

As he passed by Zhang Ergou, Lin Fan let out a cold snort, and instantly a thunderclap exploded beside Zhang Ergou's ear. Zhang Ergou, as if his soul had scattered, turned pale as paper and trembled all over.

The ten outer disciples stared at Lin Fan in astonishment, each lost in thought. Was this the master of Nameless Peak, the sect leader of the Holy Demon Sect, the alchemy master?

After gazing for a few breaths, they were horrified to discover that they could not see through his cultivation level, nor could they sense even a trace of his aura.

Just what level of cultivation did this man have, to be so formidable?

"Uncle Lin, Junior Brother Zhang..." Ye Shaotian saw that Uncle Lin's expression was somewhat unpleasant, likely angered by Zhang Ergou's actions, and wanted to mediate. But as he spoke, the words about to leave his mouth were choked back.

"You don't need to make excuses for him," Lin Fan said sternly.

"Yes, Uncle." Ye Shaotian glanced at Zhang Ergou, then sighed and said no more.

Jian Wudi and the others looked at Ye Shaotian in surprise. They had never expected that the domineering Junior Brother Ye would be silenced by a single word—a rare sight.

At this moment, Lin Fan walked over to the outer disciple who had just been driven away by Zhang Ergou.

"What is your name?" Lin Fan asked gently.

That outer disciple looked at Lin Fan, his heart trembling like water about to boil, filled with fear.

"My name is Wang Baofei." The outer disciple swallowed nervously and said, not knowing what the other party intended. Could it be that because he had just mocked Nameless Peak, he was now going to settle accounts?

Thinking of this, Wang Baofei was so frightened he almost cried, but the next moment left him panicked.

"Disciple Wang, this unworthy disciple of mine has bullied you. As your uncle, I apologize to you here." Lin Fan's expression showed anger at his disciple's failure and deep sorrow, moving those who saw it.

"No, no, Uncle Lin, please don't overwhelm me!" Wang Baofei immediately said.

He hadn't expected Uncle Lin to apologize to him. How could Wang Baofei have imagined this? If it were before, Wang Baofei wouldn't have taken it to heart, but now Uncle Lin was the alchemy master of Nameless Peak.

Seeing Wang Baofei stop him, Lin Fan didn't dwell on it. Instead, he sighed with deep pain, then fixed his gaze on Zhang Ergou. "Do you now realize your mistake? He is your junior brother—how could you bully him?"

"Sect Leader, I was wrong," Zhang Ergou said, bowing his head in repentance.

"You must remember: although I am the sect leader of the Holy Demon Sect on Nameless Peak, I am still a part of the Holy Sect. And they are your junior brothers. As the senior brother, you should care for them, not speak harshly to them. A strong sect's core is the mutual love and respect among its disciples. If everyone acted like you, how could the sect grow strong?"

At this moment, all the disciples present were dumbfounded, staring at Lin Fan. This was the first time they had heard such words.

Ye Shaotian, who had been looking down, suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining with a strange light, and his respect for Lin Fan deepened.

This was Uncle Lin—an uncle who cherished every disciple.

Jian Wudi and the others also looked at Lin Fan in surprise, finding it hard to believe. They had been in the sect for a long time but had never seen any senior apologize to a disciple.

"Disciple Wang, don't be nervous, don't be afraid. In my eyes, you are all equal. Although they are my disciples, in my heart you are like disciples too, because the Holy Sect is one big family. In the future, you will all be the pillars of the sect." Lin Fan spoke with sincerity, his genuine emotion moving every disciple present.

Then Lin Fan fixed his gaze on Zhang Ergou. "Ergou, you are my senior disciple. Remember that your enemies are not your junior brothers, but those who seek to harm this family of ours. They are our enemies."

"Disciples, why do we practice martial arts? Is it to pursue the highest realm, or to gain more respect? Perhaps we all seek these things. But while pursuing higher realms of martial arts, what is more important? It is to protect our loved ones. To meet is fate, and to live together is a great destiny."

"Ergou, apologize to your junior brother immediately. If you don't earn his forgiveness, you are no longer my disciple." At this moment, Lin Fan spoke sternly, and with a flick of his sleeve, he heightened the atmosphere.

Zhang Ergou's eyes turned red, and he instantly stirred up his emotions. Tears streamed down, snot flew in the wind, and he threw himself sorrowfully at Lin Fan's feet. "No... Sect Leader, this disciple wants to serve by your side forever!"

Zhang Ergou's voice was so miserable that it would sadden anyone who heard it and bring tears to their eyes.

Wang Baofei was especially moved. He hadn't expected that Uncle Lin would go so far as to expel his own personal disciple for an ordinary disciple like him.

"Uncle Lin, it was my fault. It wasn't Senior Brother Zhang's fault at all. I was the one who was ungrateful and mocked him first. I beg you to forgive Senior Brother." Wang Baofei said, choking up.

"Hmph, since your junior brother pleads for you, this matter is dropped. If there's a next time, get out of the sect yourself," Lin Fan said sternly.

"Yes, Sect Leader." Zhang Ergou wiped his tears, then stood up. "Junior Brother, thank you."

"Senior Brother, it is I who wronged you," Wang Baofei said sincerely.

...

"In the future, if any of you need alchemy, you may come to Nameless Peak. There will be no charge," Lin Fan said.

"Thank you, Uncle." At this moment, the outer disciples were truly moved by Lin Fan's words.

In their eyes, Uncle Lin was an elder worthy of their respect.

With such an uncle, what more could they ask for?

Lin Fan glanced lightly at the ten outer geniuses. Seeing that they did not come forward to greet him, he thought to himself, 'I don't believe they won't come.'

"Alright, that's enough for today. All of you may disperse. If you need anything, come to Nameless Peak another day," Lin Fan said.

Just as Lin Fan turned to leave, the ten outer disciples spoke up.

"Uncle, wait."

A smile tugged at the corner of Lin Fan's mouth. 'I knew you'd take the initiative.'

"Uncle Lin, thank you for refining pills for us," Meng Hao and the others said gratefully.

Lin Fan's earlier words had deeply resonated with them, and they felt that this Uncle Lin was truly different from others.

"It's nothing. Train well, all of you. If you need alchemy in the future, come to Nameless Peak." Lin Fan nodded and said no more.

Lin Fan understood the tactic of playing hard to get.

These ten outer disciples were no pushovers; they were much slicker than the ordinary outer disciples. Being too enthusiastic the first time would backfire.

After Lin Fan left with Zhang Ergou and the others, the outer disciples remained lost in thought for a long time, watching the receding figures. Finally, they exchanged glances and smiled friendly smiles.

...

"Ergou, no one followed, right?" Lin Fan asked softly.

"No, Sect Leader." Zhang Ergou turned around stealthily.

"Mm."

"Sect Leader, since I performed so well this time, you should give me two Big Bro Pills." Zhang Ergou had gone all out this time, his acting skills skyrocketing, especially his facial expressions, which were handled perfectly—admirable.

It was a qualitative leap, a sublimation of spirit and energy.

"I know. Although you performed well, the highlight was still my speech. Admit it or not?" Lin Fan, seeing Zhang Ergou's smug look, retorted in不服.

"Sect Leader, that's exactly what I was about to say. Your speech was truly touching." For the sake of pills, Zhang Ergou had no integrity left and flattered recklessly.

"Sect Leader and Senior Brother worked so well together. I'm not as smart as Senior Brother; I can't help you," Feng Jue said, somewhat dejected.

Lin Fan looked at the disappointed Feng Jue, then smiled. "It's okay. Learn from your senior brother. There will be plenty of opportunities to perform. I have high hopes for you."

"Mm." Feng Jue nodded heavily.

The master and his two disciples walked on the deserted peak, chatting and laughing, harmonious and peaceful.