Chapter 582: A Startling Masterpiece

The scene before them had already left the Cloud Sect members dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were seeing.

“Red Cloud, what is this friend of yours trying to do?” Yun He felt his mind was a complete mess, utterly unable to grasp what was happening.

“He’s drawing all the firepower onto himself.” Yun Fatian, whose arms were entwined with black qi, said in shock.

He couldn’t believe that Red Cloud’s friend was so insane.

To pull the hatred of nine experts onto himself—how much courage did that require?

Red Cloud didn’t want to say a word at the moment; she also had no idea what Lin Fan intended to do.

Among the nine experts, there were three at the Divine Heaven Fourth Layer Undying Realm.

She knew Lin Fan’s cultivation was only at the Divine Heaven Third Layer Cavern Realm.

With his current strength, there wasn’t a shred of hope.

“I understand now. He’s pulling all the hatred onto himself to give us a chance to escape,” another elder, Yun Feng, said in astonishment.

“This kid would sacrifice his life for us. Such a spirit of righteousness—none of us can match it.”

“I’m not so sure. We don’t even know him. If he’s doing this, it must be for Red Cloud.” Yun Fatian looked at Red Cloud with a strange expression.

“Elders, you misunderstand. I’ve known him for less than a day. That’s absolutely impossible.” Red Cloud Fairy’s face flushed slightly, then she shook her head.

“Not necessarily. Love at first sight exists in this world. If not for that, who would sacrifice their life to save irrelevant people like us?” Yun He said.

Faced with the elders’ misunderstanding, she didn’t know what to say. In the current situation, explaining would only seem like covering up.

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“Kid, you dare humiliate me?” Kui Sheng Old Demon looked at Lin Fan before him, his voice dark.

“Lin Fan, today I will avenge the grudge of the past.” Mu Tian’s eyes blazed with flames.

Among those present, no one hated Lin Fan more than he did.

Many days had passed since their parting in the “Ten Thousand Slaughter Ancient Domain,” but Mu Tian’s resentment had only grown day by day, never extinguished.

For Mu Tian, his greatest wish was to brutally kill this detestable fellow.

Lin Fan looked at the crowd before him, his heart trembling slightly.

This lineup was quite fierce; an ordinary person would have been scared to death. But for Lin Fan, what did this amount to? Even when the true form of a mighty king had descended before him, he had never been afraid.

Could these people possibly do anything to him?

Three Undying Realm, five Cavern Realm, and one Domain Realm.

If he killed them all, how much experience would that be? Extracting their Cavern Crystal Wall fragments would surely make his own cavern even stronger.

It would be worth it to go for it.

Apart from the three Undying Realm experts, Lin Fan didn’t take the others seriously. But he still had to play it steady.

However, if anyone knew what Lin Fan was thinking at that moment, they would surely curse him out.

How the hell could this be called playing it steady? If this was steady, then what was reckless?

“Hmph, do you know who I am?” Lin Fan looked at the nine before him, fearless and exuding dominance.

“Who you are doesn’t matter, because you’ll soon be a corpse.” Duo Ming Scholar held a scroll in his hand, exuding a strong scholarly air, like an ancient student striving for officialdom, but his tone was like sharp swords piercing the mind.

“Foolish thing, we don’t care who you are, because soon I’ll tear you to pieces.”

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Lin Fan rolled his eyes. These guys just wouldn’t cooperate.

“Listen up, I am the Human Emperor Lin Fan, whose radiance shines in all directions, the hero in the hearts of countless beings in the myriad realms.” Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, lifted his chin, and said with pride.

“Die!”

As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking, Duo Ming Scholar acted instantly. With a flick of his wrist, he unrolled the scroll in his hand, using his finger as a brush to write on it.

Then, with a flick of his finger, a character “kill” radiated intense murderous intent. Every stroke was vigorous and powerful, flying toward Lin Fan to slay him.

“When a scholar rages, a million corpses fall. Lin Fan of the human race, today my vast scroll will add another wronged soul.”

Duo Ming Scholar was from the Confucian clan, but he walked the path of slaughter. His brush strokes were like ghosts and gods, earth-shattering, and with a lift of his pen, he slew all petty villains.

“With your shabby look, you can only write one character. Watch the might of this Human Emperor.” Lin Fan kept dodging.

All techniques were inseparable from mana, but today Lin Fan would show everyone his power.

“Do not be insolent!” Duo Ming Scholar, seeing this fellow dare to insult his literary talent, roared and kept writing with his finger.

Suppress!

Die!

In an instant, two large characters, sharp and pointed, each twisted and floated in the void, every stroke like a dragon.

"Hmph, a trifling trick, yet you dare to be insolent. Today, I'll teach you a good lesson."

Lin Fan's body moved like a swimming dragon, elusive and unpredictable. He extended a finger and wrote repeatedly in the void.

"You, an ignorant and backward human, dare to compete with my Confucian clan? You're just asking for humiliation. Today, I'll make you know the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth." The Deadly Scholar was enraged; with each stroke, the void trembled slightly.

Stunning talent, literary aura soaring to the sky. As the Deadly Scholar continued writing, the aura of the vast scroll grew thicker, even forming a Confucian deity clad in a white robe.

With one stroke from the Confucian deity, heaven and earth shook. Countless poems and verses flew everywhere, transforming into heavenly soldiers that slew petty villains.

"Brother Deadly hasn't been so inspired in a long time. Let's not disturb him now; we might as well watch." Luo Yi's eyes sparkled with light, and he had calmed down.

The other party's aura was obscure and unfathomable; he couldn't see through their cultivation level. It was better to let the Deadly Scholar test their depth.

And Luo Yi wasn't the only one with this thought; everyone else felt the same.

"Elder, what are they doing? Why aren't they fighting?" Hongyun asked.

"They're testing each other. As soon as he falls into a disadvantage, they'll tear him to pieces instantly." Yunhe said.

"Then what do we do?" Hongyun grew anxious.

"There's nothing we can do. But why would he compete in literary talent with the Confucian clan? That's like losing half the battle before it even starts." Yunhe said worriedly.

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At that moment, Lin Fan erupted. He hadn't expected the others not to make a move, but that was fine—he'd just show off a bit of learning and let the Deadly Scholar know the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth.

"In letters, I can lift a pen to control lolis; in martial arts, I can bed another's wife in bed."

"Competing with me? You don't know your place!" The Deadly Scholar roared, writing a vast passage, but when he looked up at Lin Fan, his expression changed.

These two lines, though only fourteen characters, produced a power comparable to his hundreds of characters of poetry.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible." The Deadly Scholar's face changed drastically. Unable to bear it, he buried his head in writing again.

But Lin Fan didn't stop; he continued to write.

"Forward, I can press down on shota; backward, I can lift my hips to welcome all the gays."

As Lin Fan finished the last character, a vast force surged forth. The Deadly Scholar's face changed dramatically, and he staggered back several steps.

"How can you possibly surpass me!" The Deadly Scholar roared, his eyes bloodshot.

"Vast scroll, soaring literary talent, eternal sage's might."

The power of the vast scroll rose steadily. Countless white Confucian deities shot out, each writing furiously. Streams of power converged into a river, charging toward Lin Fan.

"What the hell is this? Is there any difference from magical power? Isn't it all the same?" Lin Fan felt this force and was somewhat helpless, but seeing the Deadly Scholar's state, he shook his head. Since that was the case, he might as well complete this earth-shattering poem.

"Hongyun, where did you meet this friend? He's clearly not of the Confucian clan, yet with just twenty-eight characters, he's suppressed the Deadly Scholar." Yunhe was utterly astonished.

Hongyun's eyes sparkled as she looked into the distance. Lin Fan's aura was like the blazing sun, rising like a dragon, and she was filled with curiosity.

What kind of person was this, to possess such ability?

"Above, I can bend straight men under my crotch; below, I can ride fujoshi on my waist."

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"Rear garden, chrysanthemum, poison dragon probe; front encounter, jade beauty, slow blowjob."

In an instant, the passage Lin Fan wrote grew larger, and the power grew stronger.

"Poem complete. Author: Lin Fan, the Human Emperor, master of poetic perfection."

Boom!

Earth-shattering, aura like a dragon.

A violent force burst forth from Lin Fan's body, slamming into the Deadly Scholar.

"Impossible." The Deadly Scholar couldn't believe it, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood.

He never expected to lose.

Even the combined power of thousands of Confucian deities couldn't defeat this human.

"Hmph, nothing is impossible. How could this poem, which reveals the truth of heaven and earth, be compared to your whining, childish verses?" Lin Fan stepped forward, his aura enveloping everyone.

Now that his aura was like a rainbow, naturally he would press the advantage.

Bang! Bang!

The vast scroll in the Deadly Scholar's hand seemed to have no words to counter this poem, choosing only to die in disgrace. It instantly burst apart, turning to ashes.

"My vast scroll!" Seeing this, the Deadly Scholar was shattered. Unable to bear the blow, he vomited blood again and fainted.

"Come on, let's all fight." At that moment, Lin Fan dashed forward, flicked his sleeve, and pulled the Deadly Scholar into his cave heaven.

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