Chapter 783: Where Was the Touching Scene?

The Mystic Sword Sect was now an existence that no one in the Xuanhuang Realm dared to provoke.

In the past five years, some reckless sects, seeing that the Mystic Sword Sect was a women's sect and thinking it easy to bully, had later vanished as if by magic.

It was as if they had never existed.

Later, people discovered the sect masters and elders of those sects in a mine, their faces covered in dust, digging ore.

Upon inquiry, they learned that these people had been caught and forced into hard labor.

From then on, everyone knew that the Mystic Sword Sect was no ordinary sect.

For those in the know, it was naturally extraordinary.

The current sect master of the Mystic Sword Sect, Xuan Yunxian, was Lin Fan's wife, and who was Lin Fan? He was the number one freak in the Xuanhuang Realm.

His disciples were all extremely freakish, and the Sacred Sect and the Nine Heavens Sect had an extraordinary relationship with Lin Fan.

Anyone who wanted to touch the Mystic Sword Sect had to consider whether they had the ability.

Now, the Mystic Sword Sect was thriving, with tens of thousands of disciples, and could be considered a major sect.

At that moment, the void trembled.

A group of figures appeared from the void.

"Who goes there?"

The guarding disciples of the Mystic Sword Sect tensed up, fully alert. To force their way into the Mystic Sword Sect without announcing themselves—could it be an enemy attack?

The Mystic Sword Sect was no longer what it used to be; every disciple took pride in the sect.

Lin Fan stood calmly with the others. "Is your sect master here?"

Lin Fan was feeling quite excited now; he was finally going to see his wife.

They had been apart for five years, leaving his wife alone in an empty room—that was somewhat a sin.

Just then, the guarding disciples of the Mystic Sword Sect sounded the alarm.

They sensed that the intruders were numerous and their auras were very powerful.

Rustle!

In the blink of an eye, many disciples gathered from all directions.

Leading them was a woman holding a long sword, graceful and outstanding, not much inferior to his own disciples.

"Senior Sister."

"Senior Sister."

The Mystic Sword Sect disciples addressed her respectfully.

"Who are you? Why have you come to the Mystic Sword Sect?" The woman, in her prime, looked wary.

"Junior Sister Qianying, no need to be nervous." Zhang Ergou stepped forward and said.

"Senior Brother Ergou." Qianying relaxed upon seeing Zhang Ergou. "Senior Brother Ergou, is there something you need?"

Zhang Ergou had visited the Mystic Sword Sect several times, each time to show support.

Thus, some disciples of the Mystic Sword Sect naturally recognized him.

"Is Yunxian here?" Lin Fan spoke up.

Hearing this, Qianying's face turned cold. "Who do you think you are? The sect master's name is not for you to..."

But before she could finish, she suddenly found her mouth covered by Zhang Ergou.

"Sect Master, this Junior Sister Qianying is the master's personal disciple; she doesn't know you yet." Zhang Ergou said.

Qianying was initially angry at Senior Brother Ergou's behavior, but then her expression froze, and she stared straight at Lin Fan.

As Xuan Yunxian's personal disciple, she naturally knew that her master had a husband who had left. She often saw her master lost in thought while looking at objects, and that longing would last an entire day.

"Oh, Yunxian's personal disciple, not bad." Lin Fan hadn't expected Xuan Yunxian to take a personal disciple.

"You... you are... Sect Master Lin." Qianying asked in shock.

Lin Fan nodded, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Master, Master..." In an instant, Qianying turned into a rainbow light and flew swiftly toward the back courtyard, her expression seemingly very excited.

Lin Fan watched the distant rainbow light, a smile on his lips, then looked around expectantly.

According to common sense, the first to appear should have been his cheap son, but where was he now?

Some disciples of the Mystic Sword Sect whispered among themselves as they looked at Lin Fan.

"Who is this person? Why does he call the sect master by name so familiarly?"

"I don't know either. Let's ask the senior sisters."

Some disciples who didn't know Lin Fan's background quietly asked the senior sisters nearby.

But they found that the senior sisters were all very excited.

"Senior Sister, who is he?"

The excited senior sisters seemed to have a lot to say.

"He is the number one powerhouse in the Xuanhuang Realm, the sect master's husband. He's back! The sect master has been thinking of him day and night; finally, she won't have to pine over objects."

"Ah! The sect master's husband..."

...

Back courtyard.

"Master, Master..." Qianying moved swiftly, as if using all her strength.

"Ying'er, what's the matter? Why are you so flustered?"

In the orchid pavilion, a figure stood gracefully, stunningly beautiful, every move like a painting.

"Master, he's back..." Qianying said excitedly, unable to speak clearly.

"Who's back? Speak properly. You will be the sect master one day; what's with this panic?" Xuan Yunxian was curious, as her disciple hadn't been this excited in a long time.

"Lin... Lin..."

In an instant, Xuan Yunxian's body trembled slightly, then she lifted her delicate face and gazed into the distance. Suddenly, a breeze blew, and where was Xuan Yunxian in the orchid pavilion?

"Fan..."

"Eh, Master, where are you?" Qianying had just spoken when she found her master already gone.

Lin Fan stood there, a faint smile on his lips; he had already sensed that familiar aura.

A breeze blew.

A figure suddenly appeared before Lin Fan.

They looked at each other, and the whole world seemed to stand still.

"A touching scene is about to happen." Zhiqiao wiped the corner of her eye as she watched.

Although the master and mistress didn't say a word, at this moment, a thousand words were in their eyes.

The disciples of the Mystic Sword Sect held their breath, feeling the atmosphere become warm.

They knew that after five years apart, there was naturally much to say.

Though they hadn't experienced such feelings themselves, they found the scene enviable.

Xuan Yunxian looked at Lin Fan, at that familiar face, the one she had missed day and night, now standing before her again, and her eyes reddened.

Xuan Yunxian had so much to say, but for a moment, she didn't know where to start.

"Husband."

In that single word, Xuan Yunxian poured all her longing, as if five years of yearning were contained in that one "husband."

Lin Fan stepped forward.

The hearts of the surrounding disciples seemed to tremble with that step.

They knew a touching scene was about to unfold.

"Wife!"

Lin Fan excitedly went to Xuan Yunxian, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and dashed toward the back courtyard.

"Ah! Husband, put me down! The disciples are watching!"

"What's there to fear? Let them watch. Let's find a secret place and talk properly." Lin Fan laughed.

Xuan Yunxian, lying on Lin Fan's shoulder, blushed slightly.

...

"Where was the touching scene?"

At that moment, everyone stared dumbfounded at the scene before them; the turn of events caught them off guard.