Chapter 171: Wrong

Liang Yichu was very devoted to his personal disciple. With talent comparable to the ancient ancestors of the Nine Heavens Sect, bringing him out now brought him great face, especially in front of his old friend, where he could show off properly.

"Brother Wuyai, how are the prodigy disciples of your sect? Where is that disciple named Mie Qiongqi? Three years ago, my disciple went into seclusion to break through to the Heavenly Realm and couldn't attend. This year, I'd like to have him compare with that disciple." Liang Yichu said with a smile, his round belly protruding.

Supreme Elder Wuyai looked at this old fellow, feeling somewhat displeased. "Brother Yichu, I feel like you're trying to pick a fight with me."

He knew his old friend's temperament all too well. Coming to the Sacred Sect, he had to show off. Three years ago, during the Battle of the Strongest Prodigies, Mie Qiongqi had won by forceful means, leaving the Nine Heavens Sect humiliated.

Now it seemed the Nine Heavens Sect was well prepared, ready to turn the tables today.

"Brother Wuyai, don't think that way. We've been friends for over a hundred years; how could I be so vulgar? Our two sects are close; as an elder, am I not just showing concern?" Liang Yichu lied through his teeth, speaking as if it were true.

Wuyai glanced sideways at his sect's disciples and indeed couldn't find a prodigy who could surpass the other.

Upon seeing Liang Yichu's personal disciple, Wuyai already knew that unless something unexpected happened, the first place in this year's Battle of the Strongest Prodigies would undoubtedly go to this Xin Feng.

At that moment, Wuyai fixed his gaze on Lin Fan. This kid had always been mysterious; even that high-level Lesser Heaven Snow King Lion had been killed by him, so he must have many hidden tricks.

Now that the sect faced a problem, as a disciple, he had reason to stand up for the sect.

Moreover, seeing Liang Yichu's smug expression, Wuyai felt annoyed. This old geezer couldn't outshine him himself, so he used his disciple to steal the spotlight. How could he let him succeed?

At this moment, Wuyai's expression was calm, a slight smile appearing. "Since Brother Yichu wants to see, then let him see. That one is one of our sect's prodigy disciples, Lin Fan. Come and pay respects to the senior."

Lin Fan stood there, still thinking about how to give this Xin Feng a good lesson.

To Lin Fan, this nose-in-the-air guy was too arrogant. His indifferent, condescending gaze made him want to punch him, leaving a very unpleasant feeling.

Now, hearing Elder Wuyai call him, Lin Fan suddenly felt a sense of being entrusted with a mission. At that moment, a surging power welled up in his heart.

Those usually remembered by the sect might not be important people, but when the sect's face was under attack, being remembered by the elder meant that person held a pivotal position in the sect.

At that moment, Lin Fan raised his head, even more arrogantly than Xin Feng. His eyes could no longer see ahead, only the blue sky.

Lin Fan walked toward the elder with his head high and hands behind his back.

His steps were very slow. To create a strong visual impact, Lin Fan occasionally activated the Invisibility Technique, making his footsteps disappear and reappear.

At that moment, the sect disciples exclaimed in surprise.

They were stunned by Lin Fan's dashing movements, then whispered among themselves.

"Uncle Lin, how can he be so domineering?"

"Unbelievable, my eyes are going blind. Uncle Lin's figure, his steps, and that indifferent aura put immense pressure on me."

"Hmph, I said the prodigies of the Nine Heavens Sect are nothing special. Before Uncle Lin, they are completely crushed."

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Wuyai looked at Lin Fan's current demeanor, feeling helpless inside, but a slight smile appeared on his face, showing great approval for Lin Fan.

What the sect lacked were disciples like this, those who could embody the sect's spirit.

The unhurried steps, the faintly visible figure, the high-held head—all represented the dignity of the Sacred Sect.

"Elder." Lin Fan stood beside Wuyai and said calmly.

"En, greet Senior Liang. Senior Liang is my close friend." Wuyai said.

Lin Fan lowered his head slightly, but it was still too high. He had to look down to see a single hair on Liang Yichu's bald head.

Lin Fan did not give a cold snort, because in his view, that couldn't reflect his own style.

"Hmph hmph..."

Lin Fan's nose twitched slightly, emitting two sounds, considered as a greeting.

Wuyai looked at Lin Fan, his eyes growing more fond, then said with slight apology, "Brother Yichu, sorry about that. This prodigy disciple of our sect has such a temper; it can't be changed. Please don't take it to heart."

Liang Yichu looked at Wuyai, then squinted at Lin Fan, feeling somewhat displeased. This disciple was indeed a bit cocky.

Xin Feng frowned slightly at Lin Fan, very unhappy. This guy was even more arrogant than himself. Could his strength possibly surpass his own?

The prodigy disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect also glared at Lin Fan with displeasure. In their eyes, this guy was too presumptuous.

That guy, with his head raised and nostrils facing them, was simply too much.

Then everyone etched Lin Fan's face deeply into their memories, determined to make him understand the consequences of being too presumptuous during the Battle of the Prodigies.

"Haha, Brother Wuyai, this disciple is not simple, but his cultivation seems..." Liang Yichu said with a smile. This disciple before him had no trace of true essence fluctuation; he couldn't sense his cultivation at all.

As for this disciple using some method to hide from his eyes, that was impossible. So the only possibility was that this disciple had no cultivation at all.

Wuyai naturally understood what this short fatty meant, but sometimes he too was puzzled. What was up with this kid? No aura at all; even the sect master couldn't see through his cultivation. It was really strange.

"Elder Liang, may I ask you, what is the purpose of our cultivation?" Lin Fan asked lightly and casually.

"Brother Wuyai, this disciple is interesting, testing me. But fine, since all the disciples are here, as a senior, I'll clarify it for you."

"What is the purpose of our cultivation? It is to transcend everything, to roam freely between heaven and earth..." Liang Yichu spoke with a slight smile, eloquently. He wanted to give these youngsters a good lesson, to make them understand what cultivation was for.

"How is that?" Liang Yichu said with a smile.

The disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect listened to the elder's answer, as if immersed in supreme principles, nodding frequently in agreement.

Even some of the Sacred Sect disciples nodded slightly, agreeing with this statement. Wasn't cultivation for transcending everything...

But at that moment, Lin Fan looked straight ahead, a faint and distant aura gradually emanating. His tone was calm and low.

"Wrong..."

"Our cultivation does not pursue these..."

As soon as Lin Fan said this, the entire assembly was in an uproar. The prodigy disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect clenched their fists. This guy was simply too presumptuous.

How could anyone be like him? Detestable, utterly detestable.