Chapter 403: Such Simple Essence, Why Didn't We Understand

"Little brother, don't panic..." Lin Fan said calmly with a smile, raising his hand to signal not to be nervous.

Lin Fan truly had to thank Wang Xiao Liu for the technique "Monkey Steals the Peach"; if he hadn't selflessly given it to him, perhaps he wouldn't have had such smooth sailing.

This technique was extraordinary, not just ordinary extraordinary. Over the years, relying on this technique, Lin Fan had gained countless advantages.

As for why Wang Xiao Liu couldn't cultivate this essence, he was also somewhat puzzled.

Perhaps this technique was tailor-made for him.

The other sandbag faction members of the Holy Demon Sect, looking at the man before them, were slightly stunned. They felt a sense of familiarity but couldn't recall who he was.

Back in the Holy Demon Sect, although Lin Fan was famous as a sandbag, not everyone knew him.

Now, two years had passed. Some sandbag members in the Qiankun Sect had been killed by Qiankun Sect disciples, and the remaining sandbag faction members were few.

...

"Who are you?" A Qiankun Sect disciple glared at Lin Fan.

They didn't expect this man to know these sandbags; it was somewhat strange.

"Xiao Liu, did this sect participate in the sect annihilation back then?" Lin Fan ignored the disciples' question and asked Wang Xiao Liu instead.

"Yes, they are the Qiankun Sect," Wang Xiao Liu said hastily.

Just as Wang Xiao Liu spoke, that Qiankun Sect disciple's face turned cold. He shouted angrily and swung his sword to cut off Wang Xiao Liu's head.

"Hmph." Seeing the disciple dare to act, Lin Fan let out an angry shout. In an instant, he vanished from his spot and took out a special glove from his backpack.

"Monkey Steals the Peach!"

In a flash, no one saw what happened, but that disciple instantly fell to the ground, clutching his crotch and howling in pain.

For that disciple, it felt like utter despair, a sorrowful ache in his balls surging into his heart.

"Xiao Liu, back then you gave me the ultimate technique 'Monkey Steals the Peach.' Today, I'll use this move to show you how powerful it is." Lin Fan had originally planned to strike him dead with a palm, but now he changed his mind.

He felt he should give Wang Xiao Liu some confidence.

Wang Xiao Liu's family technique had been passed down for generations, yet no one had grasped its essence, leading to its decline. If 'Monkey Steals the Peach' didn't shine soon, Wang Xiao Liu might lose hope in his family's legacy.

Lin Fan had already advanced 'Monkey Steals the Peach' to 'Reverse the Course of Events,' with endless subtle uses.

But the instinct of 'Monkey Steals the Peach' wouldn't be overwritten. Today, he would suppress this technique to let it display the strongest side of 'Monkey Steals the Peach.'

Wang Xiao Liu stared blankly at Lin Fan. He hadn't expected his big brother to use 'Monkey Steals the Peach' against the enemy.

At that moment, Wang Xiao Liu suddenly felt like crying.

He had always believed in the power of his family's technique, but for several generations, no one had grasped its subtlety. Outsiders saw it as a lowly trick, but now, in his big brother's hands, he saw hope.

Wang Xiao Liu looked at the Qiankun Sect disciple writhing on the ground, a strange feeling stirring in his heart.

Could this be the power of 'Monkey Steals the Peach'?

"Xiao Liu, the technique 'Monkey Steals the Peach' is incredibly formidable. It can ignore everything and inflict unbearable pain on the opponent," Lin Fan said calmly.

Wang Xiao Liu quietly watched Lin Fan, then looked at the disciple, and his heart suddenly surged with excitement.

This was the power of the family technique 'Monkey Steals the Peach'—so powerful!

The surrounding Qiankun Sect disciples, seeing what had happened, stepped back in shock.

They saw their senior brother's miserable state and felt a chill in their hearts.

What a ruthless move.

"Ah... it hurts so much..." The disciple screamed in agony. His originally ruddy face turned deathly pale, and he even wished he were dead.

He even felt that if he didn't hold his crotch, he would die.

The pain was unbearable, absolutely unbearable.

"Who dares to cause trouble at my Qiankun Sect?" At that moment, several figures appeared in the training ground from afar.

"Sect Master..."

"Elder..."

Lin Fan looked at the newcomers, a cold smile curling at his lips. He would never forget the sect master in particular.

"Who are you?" Qian Kunzi looked at the young man before him, then at the disciple rolling on the ground. He frowned and shouted angrily.

At Qian Kunzi's arrival, Wang Xiao Liu and the other sandbags trembled in fear. They were terrified of Qian Kunzi from the bottom of their hearts.

A very terrifying man.

At the same time, Wang Xiao Liu and the others began to worry.

It had only been two years. Although they knew their big brother was strong, he might not be a match for Qian Kunzi.

"Sect Master, why waste words with him? Since he dares to break into Qiankun Sect, let's capture him first," said a slightly bald elder.

"Ha, since when is this place your Qiankun Sect? It should be the Holy Demon Sect," Lin Fan said, looking at Qian Kunzi.

A raging fire burned in Lin Fan's heart, but he slowly suppressed it.

Dying too easily would be letting the other off.

He would torture them properly later, making them know what Lin-style torture meant.

At Lin Fan's words, Qian Kunzi and the others' expressions changed. "Who exactly are you?"

Though two years had passed, Qian Kunzi and the others had a bad feeling.

"Look closely. Remember now?" Lin Fan said calmly, his eyes fixed on Qian Kunzi.

Qian Kunzi stared at Lin Fan, his expression shifting as if recalling something. "It's you. You're that remnant."

"Remnant? That's a bit awkward. Fine, I am that remnant," Lin Fan said with a helpless smile.

"The divine blood is on you." Qian Kunzi's face turned cold, then he laughed. "There's a road to heaven, but you refuse to walk it; there's no gate to hell, yet you barge in. I've been looking for you for two years, and now you deliver yourself to me. Truly, no effort is needed."

Hearing about the divine blood, Lin Fan felt a surge of anger. He had absorbed it, but its use remained unknown, as if it were useless.

The Holy Demon Sect was annihilated because of this divine blood.

It wasn't worth it—not worth it at all.

Qian Kunzi scrutinized Lin Fan. His aura was weak, suggesting his cultivation wasn't high. Over the past two years, the nine great sects had searched for this man, but he seemed to have vanished.

That old Holy Demon Ancestor really had some skill, hiding someone so deeply.

"Big brother..." Wang Xiao Liu looked at Lin Fan with concern.

Lin Fan waved his hand, smiling, and stepped forward. "Sect Master Qiankun, yes, I've come to you myself. What, you don't plan to kill me?"

Qian Kunzi looked at Lin Fan and burst into laughter. "As long as you behave, I guarantee your life is safe."

In Qian Kunzi's eyes, this guy was a waste two years ago. Even if he had some opportunities in these two years, how strong could he be? He didn't take him seriously.

But at that moment, a voice rang out.

"Monkey Steals the Peach."

"Ah..."

In that instant, everyone was dumbfounded. They couldn't believe what they saw.

Qian Kunzi's originally excited expression twisted into one of agony.

As if the most tragic thing in life had happened, he clutched his crotch and slowly, slowly crouched down.

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the entire Qiankun Sect.

The sound was miserable, pitiful—nothing in the world could compare to such sorrow.

Lin Fan paid no heed to Qian Kunzi's miserable expression. He slowly turned to Wang Xiao Liu.

"See? The essence isn't about charging headlong, but catching them off guard, grabbing straight for the dragon's lair. Of course, for hygiene, you need to prepare gloves beforehand. Who knows if this malnourished old man has any diseases?"

Wang Xiao Liu watched everything, then nodded woodenly.

"Father! Our family's 'Monkey Steals the Peach' has finally been glorified! Even a great sect master has fallen for it!" Wang Xiao Liu looked up at the sky, two streams of hot tears flowing down—tears of excitement.

At the same time, he began to understand the essence of 'Monkey Steals the Peach.'

Be sneaky, catch them off guard—that's all.

Such a simple truth—why hadn't we understood it?

Several generations had lived in vain.