Chapter 269: Lin Fan Is Not Stupid; Stupid Is This World

The elders of the five sects and the head of the demon clan exchanged glances, then finally nodded.

They had decided it was better not to save him; preserving their own lives was the most important thing.

At this moment, they simply couldn't understand who this person was. With a backhand, he had killed Wang Minghai. Weren't those who could enter the Burial Sea Demon Land all below the Great Heaven realm?

The disciples of the Kunpeng Sect were filled with grief and indignation. Elder Wang's death had a great impact on them. This man deserved a thousand deaths. They would remember him, and the Kunpeng Sect would never rest until he was dead.

At that moment, Lin Fan really wanted to tell everyone, "This is a misunderstanding."

But the words reached his throat, only to be swallowed back down.

Who did he think he was? Besides himself, what the hell did they know?

"I had no wish to kill, but this man was steeped in evil, committing countless murders and robberies, bullying the weak, and burdened with sin. This time, I am merely acting on behalf of Heaven," Lin Fan said, hands clasped behind his back, his face calm, trying hard to put on an inscrutable expression.

Chick was already dumbfounded, shaking his head constantly, glancing now at the dead man below, now at Lin Fan.

He never expected his buddy to be so strong—with one palm strike, heaven and earth turned upside down.

But for Chick, the stronger his buddy, the happier he was; only then would his chicken life be safer.

Chick shamelessly leaned closer to Lin Fan's head, as if a small step of his chicken claw deepened their bond by a large margin.

"Elder, don't you agree?" Lin Fan looked amusingly at Qinghuo, the elder of the Blazing Flame Sect.

The hot-tempered Elder Qinghuo, now pale with anger and unwillingness, finally nodded timidly.

"Yes."

Qinghuo said firmly, without any hesitation, as if that single word "yes" was irresistible to him.

No one would go against their own life. With everything laid out before them, only a fool would still try to kill and steal treasures; not being killed in return was already fortunate.

Lin Fan sighed inwardly. With his right hand fused with the Eternal Arm, how could he still play with passion in the future? Perhaps from now on, his path could only be one of unbridled indulgence.

Lin Fan looked at these sect elders. They must have considered themselves high and mighty, and must have committed many murders and robberies. But he couldn't be like them; it would be better to rob them later, also acting on behalf of Heaven.

At that moment, Lin Fan saw the King of Qin standing motionless. He had originally wanted to tell him that his son was already dead.

But when Lin Fan saw the anxious look in the King of Qin's eyes, he couldn't help but soften a little.

His affairs with the Qin Divine Dynasty were complicated. The King of Qin's son was cruel and killed innocents, and Lin Fan avenging the 108 villagers was beyond reproach.

And the King of Qin seeking revenge for his son was also justified. The grudges were hard to sort out.

Seeing the King of Qin again, Lin Fan finally understood: the King of Qin that day probably wasn't real, but the one standing there now should be the true King of Qin.

"King of Qin, you don't need to wait any longer. Your son is exceptionally talented and was valued by the Seven Sages, becoming their personal disciple. The Seven Sages also left a message: your son's murderous karma is too heavy and invites divine punishment. If you want your son to be safe, go back and treat the people well to reduce his sins." Lin Fan casually made up a lie.

When the King of Qin heard Lin Fan's words, his anxious eyes instantly wavered, a glimmer of light flashing in them. But then he looked at Lin Fan with suspicion, doubting what he had said.

"Believe it or not," Lin Fan said, flicking his sleeves. He didn't say more. One lie was already outrageous; saying more would reveal flaws.

The King of Qin looked at Lin Fan, hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands in farewell.

Lin Fan didn't know if the King of Qin believed him, but for someone in such a situation, a single word from another could give them infinite hope.

"Disciples of the Kunpeng Sect, I will not kill you. If you want revenge, improve your cultivation. I will give you the chance," Lin Fan said. He really didn't want to kill the Kunpeng Sect disciples. Not out of kindness, but to let them go back and report, so that the Kunpeng Sect's powerful experts would come after him—then a huge pile of experience would come knocking on his door.

From Lin Fan's understanding of these sect experts, if he spared them, there would definitely be consequences. But for Lin Fan, that was exactly the effect he wanted.

What was waiting for rabbits by a tree stump? This was waiting for rabbits by a tree stump. Pies falling from the sky, experience flying in desperately—then he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

"As for you, you were rude to me. I don't want to stoop to your level, but while death may be spared, suffering cannot be avoided. Leave behind your belongings, and I will distribute them to the world and reduce your sins for you." Lin Fan's eyes were like gods, staring at the five sect elders.

When the five sect elders heard the first half of the sentence, they were overjoyed, thinking nothing would happen.

But when they heard the next few sentences, their hearts collapsed.

This man's words sounded reasonable, but upon closer thought, they felt something was off.

Wasn't this blatant murder and robbery? But this man made it sound so righteous and eloquent that they almost wanted to weep with gratitude.

In short, it was just one sentence:

"Leave your things and you can go."

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The five sect elders and the demon clan head hesitated. Now that their strength was inferior, and Wang Haiming's body lay quietly there, giving or not giving was a matter of a single word.

They couldn't fathom Lin Fan's thoughts. If they didn't give, their fate would probably be no better.

In the end, the five sect elders gritted their teeth and accepted their loss.

When Lin Fan cheerfully confiscated the storage rings of the five sect elders and the demon clan head, his mood was indescribably joyful.

Lin Fan counted in his mind: these six people's belongings looked quite high-end. Not bad, not bad. This forbidden land expedition had yielded a rich harvest.

The five sect elders were extremely depressed. They had always been the ones to kill and rob, never robbed themselves. In their eyes, this man was nothing but a thug—and a righteous thug at that.

The disciples of the six sects, seeing their own elders stripped clean, had nothing to say. Then they felt relieved that this man hadn't robbed them.

But what they didn't know was that Lin Fan had already looked down on such small items.

In Lin Fan's view, this was a cultivation plan. Let these rising stars grow well, and when they become experts in the future, robbing them then would be much more profitable than now.

Lin Fan is not stupid; stupid is this world.

And just then, the clear sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds, and thunder flashed.

A mysterious aura slowly drifted from afar.

Lin Fan sensed it and his expression changed instantly. This aura was somewhat familiar... Then he fixed his gaze on the void, his brow furrowed tightly.

In that patch of dark clouds, a figure—its face and gender indistinguishable—was completely shrouded in a black robe, hunched over, both hands gripping two iron chains, dragging a tall stone coffin behind it as it walked through the void.

The stone coffin was mysterious and evil, covered with bloodstains, chilling to the heart.

In that void, it appeared terrifying and ferocious.