Chapter 154: Youngster, You Are Somewhat Presumptuous

At this moment, Lin Fan's heart was filled with sweetness. Looking at the newborn cub that could not yet open its eyes, a smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Its fur was snow-white, and it had not yet grown horns on its head—it truly looked exactly like a little lion.

Lin Fan quietly pulled apart the cub's hind legs to take a look, checking whether it was male or female.

In Lin Fan's view, it would be great if it were male, since males were generally much stronger in combat than females. But unfortunately, this cub was female.

Lin Fan did not know how long he had been here, nor whether the sect disciples had left. He then put the cub into his backpack and unhesitatingly exited the cave.

In front of Lin Fan's tombstone, a disciple was weeping bitterly, like a cuckoo crying blood, heartbroken.

"Uncle-Master, I'm truly sorry. It's all my fault, your nephew-disciple's fault. I hope you can forgive me." The one now lamenting before Lin Fan's grave was the disciple who had farted that day.

That one fart had nearly wiped out the entire company.

"Uncle-Master, I know you can't hear me now, but I hope my heartfelt words can reach you..."

"En, I've already heard." Just then, a low voice cut through the dark night.

"Who?" The disciple was startled, immediately standing up and alertly scanning his surroundings. Suddenly, a gust of eerie wind blew, making his heart tighten abruptly.

A trace of sweat gradually seeped from his forehead.

"Could it be that you don't even recognize your own Uncle-Master?" At this moment, Lin Fan stood behind the tombstone, occasionally using his invisibility technique, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.

"Un-Uncle-Master..." At this moment, the disciple's voice began to tremble, unable to believe his eyes.

"Do you know your mistake? That fart of yours killed your Uncle-Master." Lin Fan spoke in a low, gloomy voice.

The disciple's eyes widened as he stared at the flickering figure, and suddenly let out a terrified scream.

"Ghost..."

"Hey." When Lin Fan tried to call him back, the other had already scrambled away, gone without a trace.

"Ah, what a coward. And he's an inner disciple of the Sacred Sect." Lin Fan sighed helplessly, then looked at the tombstone and smiled. Before his life was over, he already had two tombstones erected for him. Sigh...

This trip left the Sacred Sect disciples deeply dejected. They had gained nothing and even caused Uncle-Master Lin to die tragically. Could it be that Heaven no longer favored the Sacred Sect?

Thinking back, ever since the Sacred Sect's founding, every outing had met with disaster, far from the unstoppable momentum of the past.

"Elder, senior brother, there's a ghost..." The disciple ran back in terror, still finding it horrifying to think about.

"Hmph, what nonsense are you talking?" Elder Yu was in a foul mood and scolded harshly.

"It's true, there really is a ghost. Uncle-Master Lin came back as a ghost... He just appeared before me."

...

"Little nephew-disciple, when did your Uncle-Master become a ghost just by coming back?" At this moment, a voice came from the darkness.

Everyone's expressions tightened upon hearing this, and the disciple, terrified, hid behind Elder Yu. He feared nothing but ghosts.

When the figure gradually approached and they could make out the silhouette in the moonlight, Elder Yu's expression suddenly became extremely excited. The other disciples cried out in excitement.

"Uncle-Master Lin, you're not dead..."

Lin Fan smiled. "What's this about dead or not? Your Uncle-Master's power reaches the heavens; this is nothing."

"We saw with our own eyes that you were swallowed by the Snow King Lion. How can this be?" Elder Yu stepped forward, his face full of disbelief, as if Lin Fan's appearance before them was too incredible to believe.

At this moment, Lin Fan flicked his sleeves, turned around, clasped his hands behind his back, and fixed his sharp gaze on the bright moon hanging high in the sky, speaking calmly.

"Who is your Uncle-Master? I am the sixth sect master of the Sacred Demon Sect of Nameless Peak of the Sacred Sect. How could that mere Snow King Lion be a match for me? Now I have slain the Snow King Lion and obtained its cub."

At this moment, Lin Fan's aura of dominance swept over everyone like a storm.

The crowd was even more incredulous upon hearing this.

The Snow King Lion was slain?

"This..."

Lin Fan snorted lightly, as if displeased that they did not believe him. "Look, what is this?"

When everyone saw the snow-white Snow King Lion cub, they all gasped.

"Uncle-Master, is this real?" Zong Hentian asked incredulously.

They had all witnessed the ferocity of the Snow King Lion; it was truly formidable, especially the red Snow King Lion at the end, which was extremely brutal.

"Of course it's real. How could it be fake?"

...

In the end, everyone believed it all. As for what method Uncle-Master Lin had used to slay the Snow King Lion, they had no idea. But the way they looked at him now sparkled with admiration.

On a dark, windy night.

The moon tonight was very round and bright; even without lamplight, the earth was still clearly illuminated.

At this moment, Yongtian City was somewhat silent, somewhat murderous.

"Kill..."

The murderous intent was overwhelming, the stench of blood thick.

In this once harmonious city, a horrific event was unfolding.

"You are elders of the sect, yet you attack us. Have you no shame?" A middle-aged man in a blue robe, covered in blood, said miserably.

"Annoying."

Blades flashed and swords cast shadows; light burst forth.

A head flew high into the air, tracing an arc in the grim night.

"Steward..."

The head of the Cai family let out a mournful howl. Looking at the man before him, who was like an invincible god, his body and mind suddenly felt exhausted, leaving him without any strength to resist.

"Hmph, a bunch of ants. I already gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. You have only yourselves to blame for dying." Ling Ao looked down upon the ants before him like an exalted god.

"Cai Hui, the lord already gave you a chance. You didn't treasure it, so don't blame others. Yongtian City can only have one master, and that master is our Chu family." Chu Mulin sneered.

Cai Heng held a long sword, staring at the corpses—all members of the Cai family, now turned into cold bodies.

With just one person, he had slaughtered the Cai family without any ability to fight back. The gap between heaven and earth was so vast that it left no room for resistance.

"Father..." The little loli Cai Zhiqiao's once rosy cheeks had turned pale, and she cowered tightly behind Cai Hui.

Cai Hui looked around and finally lowered his head. "My lord, the Cai family is willing to leave. Please spare our lives."

Among noble families, the victor is king and the loser a bandit—that is the norm. Now, to preserve the bloodline, he had to bow and admit defeat.

Chu Mulin looked at the scene, overjoyed inside. "Alright, I, Chu, am not one to show no mercy. You..."

Chu Mulin did not intend to kill them all, only to drive them out. But before he could finish, a cold voice interrupted him.

"Did I say you could leave alive?" Ling Ao's icy aura enveloped the entire scene, his oppressive aura like a tidal wave crushing everyone present, filling them with a sense of powerlessness from the depths of their hearts.

"I gave you a chance yesterday. Today I said no one will be left alive, and so no one will be left alive." Ling Ao's eyes blazed with murderous intent; slaughtering these mortals was like slaughtering ants.

The elder of the Fengtian Sect on the war boat watched coldly from above, nodding in satisfaction at Ling Ao's decision.

The Fengtian Sect did not need those with kind hearts. Since they had been given a chance and did not cherish it, they had only themselves to blame for the consequences.

"Tonight, not a single soul in the Cai family will be left alive." At this moment, Ling Ao's murderous intent surged. With a wave of his hand, everything would be reduced to ashes.

The Cai family members stared in terror at the unstoppable god of death before them, deep despair igniting in their hearts.

Cai Hui gently patted his daughter's head, tears of regret falling from the corners of his eyes.

"Youngster, you are somewhat presumptuous."

Just then, a leisurely voice came from the void.

Everyone looked up.

Under the bright moon, a giant war boat floated silently in the air.

A figure descended from above, flickering like a celestial being.

Lin Fan's figure appeared and disappeared intermittently.

The Invisibility Technique was pushed to its limit, shifting between reality and illusion.

Mysterious and profound.

That composed aura infected everyone, dispelling the murderous intent that had shrouded the place.

He landed silently, his long hair flowing, shimmering in the moonlight. Lin Fan clasped his hands behind his back, his piercing eyes coldly fixed on Ling Ao, his voice low and brooking no dissent.

"The Cai family is fated to be with me."