Chapter 174: Zhang Er Gou's Rise Plan

At this moment, Lin Fan walked forward without looking back. When he was sure he had distanced himself from that place, he slowed down, and his serious expression instantly bloomed like a brilliant flower, exceptionally joyful.

Thinking about the situation just now, Lin Fan couldn't help but reveal a sly grin.

If he were to rate himself, Lin Fan would give himself a perfect score.

The arrogant entrance, crushing the ostentatious Xin Feng, especially the ruthless slash he took himself, pushed the atmosphere to its peak. Finally, the might of that brick... tsk tsk... Lin Fan was almost too embarrassed to recall.

To describe it in one sentence: it was awesome, so awesome it couldn't be more awesome.

Thinking of Supreme Elder Wu Ya's stunned expression, clearly shocked by his move, he wondered how delighted Elder Wu Ya must be.

Especially this time, entrusted with a critical mission, he had preserved the sect's face. He wondered what reward he would get.

The only thing that puzzled Lin Fan was why there were no cheers from over there. Could they still be immersed in shock?

But never mind, Lin Fan was in a very cheerful mood now and happily returned to Nameless Peak.

...

At the entrance of the Sacred Sect.

Wu Ya looked helplessly at Liang Yi Chu, his slightly apologetic expression as if to say, sorry for making you lose face.

But now that things had happened, there was no saving the situation.

Liang Yi Chu's round belly trembled slightly, his expression innocent and somewhat bewildered.

Those proud disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect had now shut their mouths, each one somewhat incredulous.

Senior Brother Xin Feng had lost just like that?

Where was the promised dominance? Where was the promised crushing?

When the proud disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect noticed the stares from the Sacred Sect disciples, they all felt a bit embarrassed.

They guessed the beginning, but not the ending.

…

"Wow..."

At that very moment, the disciples of the Saint Sect burst into thunderous cheers.

Uncle Lin was simply too formidable—his strength was so incredible that they could hardly believe it. With just a single brick, he had instantly knocked down this so-called prodigy disciple.

They already admired Uncle Lin for his alchemy skills, and now his martial prowess made them prostrate themselves in awe.

None of them had sensed even a trace of true essence fluctuation from that brick, which meant it was just an ordinary brick.

In their minds, it must be that Uncle Lin was so powerful that he feared injuring the opponent with a divine weapon, so he had no choice but to pick an ordinary brick.

But Uncle Lin was just too strong—even using a common red brick, he could instantly knock the other unconscious. Such strength left them looking up to him in admiration.

…

A minute later, Xin Feng, who had been lying on the ground, slowly came to. In that moment of waking, he had no idea what had happened.

But looking at his surroundings, Xin Feng immediately sensed something was wrong. Then, closing his eyes slightly as if recalling something, his puzzled expression instantly turned into furious anger.

He hadn't expected to lose, and to bring such disgrace to the Nine Heavens Sect.

"Master, I..." At this moment, Xin Feng felt he had failed the sect and failed his master's nurturing, letting them down at this critical juncture.

Liang Yichu was now deeply frustrated. Looking at his old friend, a myriad of emotions surged within him—couldn't fate give him just one chance to shine?

"Brother Yichu, and all you prodigy disciples, our sect has already prepared fine wine and delicacies to welcome you. Please follow me." Wu Ya changed the subject, not wanting everyone to remain in this awkward situation.

"Brother Wu Ya, impressive, impressive..." Liang Yichu stood before Wu Ya, speaking with a gloomy mood.

"Brother Yichu, you can't entirely blame our Saint Sect for this, after all, you started it." Wu Ya said.

Liang Yichu glanced at Wu Ya, ultimately had nothing to say, and simply waved his hand, dropping the matter.

Lin Fan, who was already nearing Nameless Peak, revealed a faint smile when he heard the rumbling noise behind him. Though the cheers came a little late, they were perfectly timed—a recognition of the sect's meritorious contributor.

……

"Master…" At that moment, Cai Zhiqiao, carrying a small bag, hopped over to Lin Fan and acted coyly.

Lin Fan patted his beloved little disciple's head. For children, the sorrow of parting was the quickest to forget; after all, they were still young, not given to the melancholy of adults.

"Master, is my pet ready?" Cai Zhiqiao looked at Lin Fan with big, innocent eyes.

"It's ready. I'll give it to you now." After absorbing a drop of its ancestor's blood and recuperating, the Snow King Lion cub had fully integrated the blood into its body. As for what realm it might reach in the future, that would depend on its own fortune.

Lin Fan then released the Snow King Lion cub. The little creature could now open its eyes, lying in Lin Fan's palm and letting out soft cries.

As soon as the cub appeared, it completely captivated Zhiqiao's attention.

"Master, it's so cute. I want to hold it." Cai Zhiqiao tugged at Lin Fan's arm, pleading.

"Alright, alright. I'll teach you a beast-taming technique. If you ever have questions, come ask me." Lin Fan did not dare to灌输 mental cultivation methods or techniques to Zhiqiao.

After all, she was still young. He feared that灌输 such methods might lead her to tinker out of curiosity and cause problems.

Therefore, Lin Fan planned to teach her step by step, and only灌输 knowledge once she had a certain foundation.

After Lin Fan had灌输 the beast-taming technique to Zhiqiao, he asked, "Hey, where's your senior brother?"

Cai Zhiqiao looked at Lin Fan, slightly dazed, then said, "Over there…"

Lin Fan looked in that direction, puzzled. Isn't that the cliff? What is he doing there? Could he be questioning life again?

After sending Zhiqiao away, Lin Fan headed over. He wanted to see what Zhang Ergou was up to.

The cliff at Nameless Peak was a beautiful sight, with endless white clouds like a paradise on earth.

Right then, two figures stood there, motionless.

"Yulan, I really like you." Zhang Ergou's face was flushed red as he mustered his courage and stammered.

At that moment, Lin Fan, standing not far away, abruptly stopped. His usually calm heart suddenly stirred up a storm.

Lin Fan couldn't believe it. Zhang Ergou was actually confessing to someone.

This… was truly shocking.

Then a female voice gradually rose.

"Brother Zhang, you're really a good person. I've always remembered your kindness. If only we had met earlier."

"Yulan, it's not too late for us to know each other now." Hearing Yulan's praise, Zhang Ergou felt elated, thinking he still had a chance.

But Lin Fan, standing there in stealth, shook his head helplessly.

Ergou, why are you so dense? Can't you hear what she really means?

In Lin Fan's view, these words could be interpreted as follows:

"Ergou, I really don't want to be with you. Gentleness alone isn't enough. Your cultivation is too low. You should have realized that by now."

……

"Brother Zhang, I should go back, or my senior sister will scold me." Yulan said softly, then, ignoring Zhang Ergou's pleas, she left heartlessly.

At that moment, the whole world fell silent.

Zhang Ergou stood silently at the edge of the cliff, two streams of tears flowing from his narrow eyes in the wind.

Lin Fan looked at Zhang Ergou's sorrowful back and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

A master is like a father.

How could his own disciple be so humiliated?

At that moment, a new plan took shape in Lin Fan's mind.

The Rise of Zhang Ergou