Chapter 851: My Master Has a Fragile Heart

Lin Fan had enhanced the talents of Xuan'er and her friends.

This profession of trainer was truly perverse; given enough time, it could steadily produce a large number of experts.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan suddenly slapped his forehead.

"Damn it, was my brain squeezed by a door? Back then, when a hundred years passed in a thought, why didn't I think to improve the talents of everyone in the Xuanhuang Realm?"

"Oh man, I can't believe I forgot that. I'm done for."

Lin Fan regretted it now, but oh well, what was done was done. What more could he say?

"Brother Lin, what's wrong? Xuan'er feels as if a door has been opened in her mind?" Xuan'er was no longer the little girl who knew nothing; thanks to the Female Emperor, she naturally understood something about cultivation.

But what was happening now shocked her.

Because in her mind, it was as if a door had burst open, and streams of wondrous energy poured into her. This feeling was very mysterious, indescribable.

"This..."

The Female Emperor drifted over, shock flickering in her eyes, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

She found that Xuan'er's talent had been infinitely enhanced, which, in her view, was utterly unscientific.

Relying solely on human power, without the aid of rare treasures, to improve talent—this was simply impossible.

But even if it was impossible, the facts were right before her eyes, and she had to believe it.

"Shh, don't rush."

Lin Fan saw the Female Emperor arrive and signaled for quiet. The Female Emperor was startled, then immediately shut her mouth. She thought that improving talent must be very difficult, and if her own fault caused her disciple to lose this opportunity, she would never forgive herself.

Before long, Lin Fan stopped his movements.

"Are you improving their talents?" the Female Emperor asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, just a little boost. It'll do them good," Lin Fan said with a smile, as if doing something very ordinary.

"Master, what talent?" Xuan'er was still confused, as if she hadn't reacted, but in an instant, she felt the change in herself, and her little face showed shock.

"Hey, my talent has improved."

"Mine too."

"I feel my realm is about to break through. The barrier that was hard to cross before is loosening now."

Xuan'er's friends were all shocked, finding it hard to believe.

"Brother Lin..." Xuan'er looked at Lin Fan in amazement.

Lin Fan smiled calmly and waved his hand. "You and your friends are all good. I casually improved your talents, so your future cultivation will be smooth sailing."

"Casually?" The Female Emperor looked at Lin Fan strangely. This ability was earth-shattering. If the various races knew about it, they'd go crazy.

At that moment, the Female Emperor's expression changed, and a thought occurred to her.

She found that her disciple's talent was now even higher than her own, and she couldn't help but feel envious.

The Female Emperor had once tried every means to improve her own talent, consuming many divine pills and miraculous medicines, and her talent had indeed changed greatly.

But now, seeing Lin Fan casually raise her disciple's talent to such a level, she had some ideas.

If only her own talent could be improved too—how wonderful that would be. Her own strength could also increase significantly.

"This..." The Female Emperor yearned inwardly, but how could she say it out loud?

The Female Emperor had her pride; how could she actively ask someone to improve her talent?

At this moment, she looked at her disciple.

If her disciple could speak for her, maybe it would work.

Xuan'er, indeed the Female Emperor's little confidante, understood immediately from that look and gesture.

"Brother Lin..." Xuan'er clung to Lin Fan's arm, speaking coquettishly.

Xuan'er's friends watched her closeness with the senior with envy.

They knew the senior was easygoing, but they still felt restrained in his presence, unable to be as casual as Xuan'er.

"What's up? What little scheme are you plotting, little girl?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

"Brother Lin, could you improve my master's talent too?" Xuan'er whispered.

"Oh?" Lin Fan raised an eyebrow and looked at the Female Emperor, who seemed embarrassed and turned her head away, then as if remembering something, she said,

"Xuan'er, don't be rude. Your master doesn't need her talent improved."

This was playing hard to get. The Female Emperor felt she had to act reserved; if she showed eagerness the moment her disciple brought it up, it would be too embarrassing.

"Master, you've collected so many materials and refined divine pills just to improve your talent, but it never worked. Now Brother Lin can improve talent—how wonderful!" Xuan'er said.

"Ahem!"

"Xuan'er, your master doesn't need it," the Female Emperor said.

She was waiting for one sentence: "Then let's improve it a bit."

Then the Female Emperor would reluctantly agree, making it seem not that she was eager, but that he had offered.

Lin Fan watched the performance between master and disciple and laughed inwardly.

If you're going to put on an act in front of me, at least make it convincing.

"Xuan'er, since your master said she doesn't need it, then forget it. Don't upset your master."

"Improving talent is a big deal, not a small matter. I improved yours because you're young and energetic. But your master is no longer young; her path has reached its limit. Improving or not doesn't matter," Lin Fan said.

Lin Fan was getting revenge for what happened back in the Xuanhuang Realm.

"Uh!"

"Ah!"

Xuan'er and the Female Emperor were both dumbfounded.

The Female Emperor felt a burning sting on her face. She glared, then turned and left, as if deeply hurt.

What did he mean by 'no longer young'? Was she that old?

"Master," Xuan'er called out.

"Don't come over. Your master has things to do. You stay with your friends." The Female Emperor's voice sounded different, as if she had been wronged.

"Oh, Brother Lin, how could you say that? My master has a fragile heart; she gets hurt easily," Xuan'er said, stomping her foot in frustration.

"Huh?" Lin Fan was taken aback. Fragile heart? No way.

"Brother Lin, I'll tell you a secret." Xuan'er leaned close to Lin Fan's ear and whispered, "My master is very fragile inside. Although she appears strong on the outside, she's very sensitive and often cries alone in secret."

"You little girl, you even know what 'sensitive' means," Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Of course I do," Xuan'er pouted.

"So, should your Brother Lin go comfort your master now?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

"Do you even need to ask? Brother Lin, this is all your doing," Xuan'er said.

"Makes sense."

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