Chapter 419: Returning Home in Glory

Eleven storage rings. He examined their contents; there was nothing particularly good. For these paupers, this could be considered their entire net worth.

"Lin Fan, let us go. What you're doing will plunge Cangling Continent into the abyss," the Wind Sword Sect Master roared, his eyes revealing deep terror.

He hadn't expected that so many of them together would still be no match for this young man before them.

What had this kid been through? How had he improved so quickly in just two years? It was simply unbelievable.

Lin Fan glanced at these sect masters, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Abyss or no abyss, spare me the nonsense. I've already made myself clear before. No matter who comes today, no one can save you."

Lin Fan took out the spirit tablets of his two senior brothers from his backpack and placed them on the ground.

"My dear senior brothers, watch closely. Your junior brother is avenging you today." Lin Fan looked at the two spirit tablets, a sense of reminiscence rising in his heart.

Back then, though his cultivation was low, these two senior brothers had been very good to him.

He would ambush them to gain experience, then forge a treasured sword for each of them, making them so happy they forgot what he had done.

Where could one find senior brothers like that?

But all that was shattered now. Now he could only keep growing stronger to protect the important people by his side.

When the crowd saw the gloomy look in Lin Fan's eyes, they shuddered inwardly, sensing something ominous. They saw murderous intent in Lin Fan's gaze.

Could it be that they were really going to fall here today?

"I originally wanted to torment you thoroughly, but now I feel that letting you live even one more second is a mercy. So, all of you, die." Lin Fan suddenly struck out with a palm, causing the void to reverse and continuously tear at the crowd.

"Ah..."

"Boom..."

Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, tossing them into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.

"Refine..."

Waste not, want not. He condensed all the rule chains from them.

"Ding, congratulations on successful refinement."

"Thirty-five rule chains."

"What a bunch of useless trash..." Lin Fan retrieved all the rule chains. Now he had accumulated one hundred and five rule chains, enough to summon the Heart Demon Emperor and extract his essence blood.

"Big brother..." At that moment, Wang Xiaoliu came running from afar.

Lin Fan looked at Wang Xiaoliu and the others, his mind pondering what to do next.

"What do you all plan to do from now on?" Lin Fan asked the crowd.

The crowd looked at Lin Fan, then lowered their heads in thought.

"I've been away from home for several years. I don't even know if my home is still there."

"Me too. I want to go back and see."

...

Lin Fan listened to what they said. They all basically wanted to go home. Perhaps they had also lost hope in the so-called path of martial arts.

Just surviving was already a stroke of luck.

"Xiaoliu, what about you?" Lin Fan asked, looking at Wang Xiaoliu.

He had once promised Wang Xiaoliu something, and he would definitely help him fulfill it. Now he wanted to see what Wang Xiaoliu himself thought.

If he wanted to continue on the path of martial arts, Lin Fan would take him back to the Holy Sect.

"Big brother, I want to go home. I've been away for four or five years. My wife and my mother are waiting for me to return." Wang Xiaoliu had lost hope in the path of martial arts. After being tormented in the Qiankun Sect for several years, just surviving was a blessing. So he didn't want to continue on this path; instead, he wanted to go back and stay by his family's side.

"Alright, then I'll send you all back." Lin Fan nodded, then flicked his sleeve, leading the crowd into the void.

In that instant before leaving, Lin Fan glanced back at the Holy Demon Sect.

He would still return here. Once the two realms were connected, he would move the Holy Demon Sect back.

After Lin Fan and the others left,

on the desolate training ground of the Holy Demon Sect, a figure appeared in the void.

This figure was evil, terrifying, and sinister.

Different from the sinister aura of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect Master, and different from the evil of the Yan Emperor.

But the aura it exuded was more powerful than all of them combined.

If Lin Fan had been here and seen this figure, he would have been utterly shocked.

Wasn't this guy Mo Yixuan?

One of the two experts Lin Fan had ambushed, later thrown into the void torrent by Ni Mantian and swallowed by an evil palace.

Moreover, the "Formless Heavenly Demon" technique Lin Fan now practiced was looted from this very guy.

"Father, I didn't expect you to be dead already. But never mind..." In an instant, the void rippled, and Mo Yixuan left the place.

...

Lin Fan traveled through the void, finding the hometowns of the sandbag gang members, then set them down one by one, letting them return on their own.

Given their current strength, getting from the Holy Demon Sect back to their hometowns would be extremely difficult. They might be eaten by ferocious beasts on the way or killed by bandits.

Along the way, Lin Fan had talked with them.

Especially when they heard that Lin Fan had inherited the position of Holy Demon Sect Master, each of them broke into happy smiles.

They knew their own limits and felt no jealousy.

Wang Xiaoliu was especially happy. Even the sect master had cultivated his family's inherited technique—this was the pride of the Wang family.

All the way, Wang Xiaoliu kept grinning foolishly, overjoyed beyond words.

"Everyone, I'll send you off here. In the future, I will rebuild the Holy Demon Sect. If you ever have the ability, you can come and visit." Lin Fan said to the last batch of sandbag gang members.

"Mm, we will." Having left that terrifying Qiankun Sect, everyone felt relieved.

Once, they had been eager to walk the path of martial arts, but the harsh reality had dealt them a heavy blow.

Now they realized that staying by their families' side was the greatest happiness.

"Take this money. I also need to send Xiaoliu back." The money came from those sect masters; to Lin Fan, it was utterly useless.

...

After Lin Fan's figure vanished into the void again,

the crowd looked into the distance and waved.

"Actually, I kind of want to go back to the sect, but after all this, I feel I'm not really suited for it."

"Same here. If I went back to the Holy Demon Sect, with Senior Brother Lin looking out for us, we'd never be bullied again. But right now, I just want to go home and see."

"Ah, don't think too much about it. If possible later, we can send our kids there."

"Yeah, that's right. We may not make it, but we'll definitely let our children bring glory to the family."

"Haha..."

...

The crowd burst into laughter, then slung their arms around each other's shoulders and headed toward the city together.

These past few years were an experience they would never forget for the rest of their lives—too profound.

But in their view, those years weren't wasted. After all, they had learned the "Titan Demon Body" technique.

Though their strength wasn't great, it was enough for self-defense.

And with the money Senior Brother Lin had given them, they could start a small business and live a carefree life. How wonderful was that?

...

"Xiaoliu, what's wrong?" Lin Fan looked at Wang Xiaoliu's nervous expression and asked with a smile.

"Big brother, I've been away from home for a long time. I don't know if they're still there." Wang Xiaoliu's eyes flickered with worry.

He had once wanted to bring honor to his family, ignoring his family's pleas, and desperately left to join a sect.

But after all these years, he had achieved nothing. Thinking about it, Wang Xiaoliu felt some regret.

"It's okay. Let's go."