Chapter 232: I Believe You

"Who goes there?" Blood Qing's face tightened as he barked. Someone had approached without his detection, clearly a formidable opponent.

"The Blood Kill Pavilion is conducting business. I ask for your courtesy." The Blood Kill Pavilion was renowned for thousands of miles around. The owner of this voice was unknown, but he hoped no trouble would arise.

The barbarian girl, Huang Ling'er, wore a worried expression. Coming to Eastern Spirit Continent to retrieve her clan's sacred object, she never expected to attract the Blood Kill Pavilion's covetous gaze. Now at the end of her strength, she couldn't help but show a faint smile at the arrival of someone new, but it quickly faded. This was Eastern Spirit Continent, a place the clan elders described as one that devours people without spitting out bones—no good person existed here.

The few who had been infused by the mysterious ancient well had now recovered their cultivation, though their faces were still pale. Clearly, the forced elevation had left aftereffects.

"Saintess, what should we do?" A barbarian woman asked softly, her heart filled with anxiety. They had been betrayed. No one knew of their journey to retrieve the sacred object, yet they were intercepted halfway by the Blood Kill Pavilion.

"We'll see what happens," Huang Ling'er said warily.

…

"The world is vast, and I never grant anyone face," Lin Fan's voice came again, unhurried.

Blood Qing's face flushed with anger at this, but he held back, not yet knowing the other's background.

Then Lin Fan's figure appeared.

Everyone gasped.

The three-headed, six-armed dharma body sitting cross-legged in the void exuded immense pressure.

The three faces, calm yet demonic, shifted before their eyes.

Anger, hatred, disgust.

Three expressions representing all the negativity in the world.

But what struck them even more was the figure beneath the dharma body.

Hands clasped behind his back, calm and composed, with a faint smile—a stark contrast to the dharma body.

"Who is this man?" Blood Qing wondered. Eastern Spirit Continent was vast, and he couldn't know everyone, but the dharma body clearly belonged to some sect's technique. Yet which sect had such a skill? It puzzled him.

As Blood Qing pondered, Huang Ling'er saw the newcomer, and a strange light flickered in her once-troubled eyes.

This light was not fear or terror, but surprise.

If Lin Fan had noticed that look, he would have wondered why the girl was so delighted to see him—perhaps captivated by his unique charm?

Now, Lin Fan approached with a gentle aura, his warm face radiating goodwill, as if even snow would melt under his brilliant expression.

The invisibility technique activated intermittently, enhancing Lin Fan's mystique.

Blood Qing and his men were shaken. What kind of technique was this? It left no trace, not even a ripple in the void.

"May I ask who you are?" Blood Qing stepped forward, his eyes wary.

The Blood Kill Pavilion was determined to seize the barbarian tribe's treasure.

Lin Fan looked at Blood Qing. The man reeked of blood, having killed many, and his killing intent was almost tangible, suggesting his cultivation method was centered on slaughter.

Blood Kill Pavilion?

He had read about this sect in texts—the most vicious in Eastern Spirit Continent. They had no fixed sect, but a towering pavilion as their base.

No one knew where this pavilion was, and even the sect's records did not mention it.

The Blood Kill Pavilion cultivated through killing, ruthless in their methods. Whether martial artists or commoners, if interests were involved, they would kill.

"I am but a common man walking the world, resolving injustices when I see them. Why were you fighting just now? Would you care to tell me?" Lin Fan said with a faint smile, exuding a calming aura.

But to Blood Qing, this man radiated danger.

"How dare you! The Blood Kill Pavilion conducts its affairs; you have no say!" A disciple of the Blood Kill Pavilion barked.

His fierce eyes flickered with killing intent.

Blood Qing watched silently, as if waiting. He couldn't gauge the other's strength, but his age was apparent.

Hearing this, Lin Fan remained smiling, neither angry nor sad, and said softly, "Your killing intent is too heavy. You need to calm down."

In an instant, Blood Qing's expression changed, filled with disbelief.

As Lin Fan's finger slightly raised, several sword intents materialized, pinning the Blood Kill Pavilion disciple's limbs to the ground.

Sweat beaded on Blood Qing's forehead. A disciple at the peak of Divine Realm was suppressed in a single move—this strength could not be underestimated.

The other Blood Kill Pavilion disciples dared not move, shocked by the scene.

Even their senior brother Blood Qing could not have accomplished that in one move.

"Alright, no need to panic. I come with the principle of resolving matters, not to massacre. Barbarian girl, why not place the treasure you're fighting over with me? And you, Blood Kill Pavilion, stop your pursuit. Robbing others is disgraceful," Lin Fan said.

Blood Qing said nothing, a faint smile in his heart. This man was dreaming. Have the barbarians hand over their treasure to him? Who did he think he was?

But he wanted to see if the barbarians would comply.

After Lin Fan made this seemingly foolish request,

the barbarians' expressions changed, shielding Huang Ling'er. So this man too had come for their clan's treasure. Eastern Spirit Continent was indeed full of greedy people.

Blood Qing watched, amused.

But then something unbelievable happened.

Huang Ling'er gently pushed aside her clansmen, approached Lin Fan, and softly chanted. A green light flickered on her chest, and under its glow, a strange seed floated out.

"This is my clan's sacred object. I believe you."

…

"What?" Blood Qing was stunned, incredulous. He never expected the barbarians to actually hand over the seed. It was inconceivable.

Seeing the seed, greed flickered in Blood Qing's eyes. He wanted to snatch it, but considering the man before him, he held back.

Lin Fan was also taken aback. He hadn't expected her to be so decisive. What was going on?

Had she really been won over by his charm?

No, his charm wasn't that strong.

But at this moment, Lin Fan silently reminded himself to stay calm and not lose composure.