Chapter 31 Another Genius Falls

The arena was very quiet at the moment, everyone watching nervously, not knowing what was happening.

Han Lu in the crowd smirked with schadenfreude, then left.

“Senior Brother, is Junior Brother Lin really beyond saving?” Yin Mochen pursued relentlessly.

Li Chujun shook his head. “No hope. In this situation, even the Sect Leader’s intervention would be useless. Carry him down and bury him properly.”

Li Chujun had experienced countless such incidents, but never one like this.

In the past, outer sect competitions were always joyful, with outer disciples satisfied. Although injuries occasionally occurred, there were never fatalities—until today.

“Junior Brother Lin…” Yin Mochen couldn’t believe that his lively junior brother was dead. “Senior Brother, you must seek justice for him!” he said angrily.

Li Chujun’s expression shifted slightly. He flicked his sleeve. “Enough. This matter ends here. I will handle it. Bury him.”

Yu Feng was at the seventh level of Xiantian, a core inner disciple. No one wanted to see such a thing happen, but how could they sacrifice a core disciple at the seventh level of Xiantian for an outer disciple?

Yin Mochen looked dejected and helpless. He understood Senior Brother Li’s words: this matter was over.

Yin Mochen lifted Lin Fan’s body. “Junior Brother Lin, I am useless. I cannot get justice for you. I am useless.”

Along the way,

passing outer disciples pointed and whispered. They had already heard about what happened and felt sorry for Lin Fan’s fate.

Although he was a bit annoying, he was otherwise not bad.

Ni Mingyang heard the news and rushed over. When he saw the corpse on Yin Mochen’s shoulder, his expression changed drastically. “Junior Brother Yin, what happened to Junior Brother Lin?”

“Senior Brother…” Yin Mochen looked at Ni Mingyang and shook his head.

Ni Mingyang lowered his head, his mood as heavy as Yin Mochen’s.

He already knew the whole story. This was not something an outer disciple like him could interfere with.

The waters here ran deep.

“Senior Brother, this sword was given to me by Junior Brother Lin before he died, and this other sword is for you to pass on to that junior brother you know.” Yin Mochen’s hands trembled as he took out the low-grade weapons from his storage pouch.

Ni Mingyang looked at the low-grade weapon in his hand, his eyes gradually reddening.

“Junior Brother Yin, we can do nothing about this. We can only let Junior Brother Lin leave with dignity,” Ni Mingyang said after a moment of thought.

“Mm.” Lin Fan’s death had hit Yin Mochen hard.

…

The Holy Demon Sect had nine peaks, towering into the clouds like a celestial realm. Each peak had a clear and pristine stone staircase.

Outer disciples were normally not allowed to leave the peaks, but given what had happened, the disciples guarding the sect entrance made an exception and let them go.

At the foot of the mountain, the greenery was lush.

Yin Mochen and Ni Mingyang dug a large pit under an ancient tree for Lin Fan, then dragged the coffin into it.

“Junior Brother, go well. When I enter the inner sect, I will come to visit you often,” Yin Mochen said, his eyes red as he looked at the black coffin.

Ni Mingyang patted Yin Mochen on the shoulder. “Junior Brother, life goes on. Everyone dies eventually. Junior Brother has just gone ahead of us; we will reunite one day.”

“Mm.” Yin Mochen nodded.

“Cover the grave,” Ni Mingyang said.

…

When it was all over, Yin Mochen and Ni Mingyang stood for a long time before Lin Fan’s grave, then sighed and left.

At that moment, the surroundings were quiet and peaceful.

In front of Lin Fan’s grave, ripples appeared as if the space itself was undulating.

Then a pair of jade feet stepped out of the space, and a graceful figure appeared before Lin Fan’s grave.

The woman wore the uniform of an outer disciple of the Holy Demon Sect. She raised her slender jade finger, and a flash of light passed.

The soil in front of Lin Fan’s grave floated upward as if controlled, and gradually the black coffin rose from the ground.

“Crack…”

The nails sealing the coffin fell to the ground with a clatter. The coffin opened, and Lin Fan’s body slowly floated before the woman.

The woman’s stunning face showed regret.

“Another genius falls. There are so many geniuses in the world, but how many truly grow? What a waste of a supreme pill… sigh.”

A sigh seemed to pierce through eternity, filled with helplessness and loneliness.

…

Night.

Very quiet.

For the tens of thousands of disciples of the Holy Demon Sect, the loss of one person had no impact.

In some hearts, Lin Fan’s death brought sorrow; but to others, who was Lin Fan? His death had nothing to do with them…

In the sect, Yin Mochen lay in bed unable to sleep, looking at the storage pouch in his hand as if he could smell his junior brother’s presence.

Ni Mingyang obtained a cultivation method from Senior Brother Meng. From today on, he would work hard, reach Xiantian, enter the inner sect, and seek justice for the deceased Junior Brother Lin.

Han Lu was in high spirits today, drinking a small cup of wine to celebrate.

The arrogant Wang Tianfeng was out of sorts today. He lit three incense sticks and placed them in the courtyard, then sighed and returned to his room.

…

The next night.

“Ding, system update complete.”

“Ding, True Yuan function unlocked.”

“Ding, cultivation method classification function unlocked.”

…

Lin Fan, who had been lying in the coffin for twenty-four hours, suddenly opened his eyes. Although it was pitch black inside the coffin, his current cultivation allowed him to see clearly.

Lin Fan slapped the ground hard, causing it to shake, then climbed out.

Lin Fan took a deep breath of fresh air.

Ah, I almost killed myself. That was too dangerous.

Lin Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead. Thinking back to the situation on the arena, he still felt a lingering fear.

Lin Fan carefully observed his surroundings, especially the nine peaks behind him. He realized he had left the Holy Demon Sect.

He really liked the Holy Demon Sect, but since he was out now, he might as well wander around outside. When his cultivation was impressive, he would go back and surprise them.

As for Yu Feng killing him with one palm, Lin Fan didn’t hold a grudge. After all, the side effect of “Stealing the Peach” was that the victim would have an impulse to kill the attacker in that instant.

Moreover, Yu Feng had actually helped him break through to the Xiantian realm. Such a merit would surely be repaid in the future.

Then Lin Fan eagerly opened his personal panel. Now that the system had upgraded, he wondered what new features there were. It was quite exciting.

Name: Lin Fan.

Level: 20. (Xiantian First Stage)

Experience: (0/2,000,000).

True Yuan: 100.

Stored Experience: 0. (Can be used to level up character or cultivation methods.)

Body Refining Method: Indestructible Demon Body, Layer 2 (200,000/4,000,000).

Mental Method: None.

Cultivation Method: Stealing the Peach, Layer 15 (0/60,000).

Battle Skill: None.

Sub-Profession: Artisan Master, Level 2 (1,000/10,000).

Equipment: 95 Big Red Brick (Supreme Divine Artifact).

Title: Fight If You Disagree (Cultivation doubled for the duration of one incense stick; single-use title).

True Yuan, Mental Method, and Battle Skill—what were those? Lin Fan had no idea, but the experience needed to level up had decreased to only two million.

It seemed Senior Brother was right: Houtian and Xiantian were a threshold, a difficult one to cross.

For him, the threshold from Houtian to Xiantian was the steep increase in experience; once crossed, the experience requirement became normal.

Then Lin Fan restored his grave to its original state. After all, he was supposed to be dead; if the grave looked like this, who knew what would happen. Then he headed east into the depths of the forest.

To the east lay a vast dynasty.

Its name was the Great Yan Dynasty.

And Lin Fan’s destination was there. Where there were people, there would be more fun.