Chapter 294: The World's Most Ruthless and Despicable

Fifteen rule chains might already be enough.

But Lin Fan wasn't entirely sure, since this was his first time using them, and he didn't know if they were sufficient. However, to be safe, he had to be fully prepared.

“Brother Feng, where is the sect's treasure vault? Take me there immediately, it's very important,” Lin Fan said at once.

Xin Feng didn't know why Brother Lin wanted to go to the treasure vault, but he trusted him, so without a word, he led Lin Fan there. As they passed the bodies of his junior brothers, Xin Feng clenched his fists.

“Junior brothers, your senior brother has urgent matters now. I will come back and give you a proper burial.”

…

“Brother Lin, this is the location of the treasure vault, but it can only be opened by the sect master. This door forged from celestial mysterious stone is indestructible; otherwise, no one—” Before Xin Feng could finish, he stared dumbfounded at the scene before him.

“Crack…”

Cracks suddenly appeared on the two stone doors, emitting a shattering sound. With a rumble, the door made of celestial mysterious stone instantly shattered into pieces, scattering on the ground.

“Brother Feng, what did you just say?” Lin Fan turned and asked.

“Nothing,” Xin Feng shook his head woodenly.

Lin Fan then entered the treasure vault, which was filled with the luster of jewels and treasures. This was the accumulated heritage of the Nine Firmaments Sect over thousands of years. The treasure aura had condensed into a tangible form, creating a treasure spirit.

The treasure spirit, in the form of an old man, had a weak aura, as if severely injured.

Lin Fan had never seen a treasure spirit before, but it was recorded in the sect's ancient texts.

Every sect with a deep heritage would form a treasure spirit in its vault, condensed from the treasure aura emitted by various precious items over time. The treasure spirit had only one function: to nurture all kinds of treasures.

Now, looking at the vault, Lin Fan's expression changed slightly. It seemed as if the vault had been emptied.

Only some weapons and lower-grade treasures remained.

“Who are you?” the weakened treasure spirit spoke.

“Are you the sect's treasure spirit?” Xin Feng asked in surprise, looking at the spirit in the void. “But why is your aura…”

“You carry the aura of those people,” the treasure spirit said. “I was injured by the current sect master. He took a large number of treasures. I can sense that his aura has been corrupted by evil.”

Lin Fan wasn't too concerned about the treasure spirit at the moment. Now that the vault had been looted, what could he use for the sacrifice?

Just then, the treasure spirit circled around Lin Fan. “I am the treasure spirit, condensed from treasure aura. I can see through all things. I know you need treasures for a sacrifice. Take these…”

With that, the old treasure spirit flew into the air, opened its mouth, and spewed out a stream of treasures.

“This is all I have left; the rest were taken.” As various treasures poured from the spirit's mouth, Lin Fan's disappointment eased.

“I must rest now. I hope you succeed. Without treasures, the treasure spirit will dissipate.” The old spirit looked dejected and lay prostrate.

Lin Fan looked at the treasure spirit, uncertain of his feelings. Finally, he sighed. “Brother Feng, let's hurry.”

“Yes,” Xin Feng nodded, then turned to the treasure spirit. “Senior Treasure Spirit, wait for us to return.”

Outside the main hall, Lin Fan looked at the treasures before him. Any one of them was priceless, a precious item for any martial artist.

The disciples of the Nine Firmaments Sect gathered in the distance, watching Senior Brother Lin, wondering what he intended to do.

Xin Feng was also puzzled, not knowing what Brother Lin was going to sacrifice.

He knew about sacrifices—it was a secret technique, essentially trading one thing for another.

Then, standing at the center, Lin Fan spoke.

“Sacrifice.”

“The Art of Peng's Descent, Peng's Manifestation.”

Lin Fan roared, his aura surging, and the true essence in heaven and earth trembled.

“Fifteen rule chains, sacrifice.”

Instantly, Lin Fan flung out fifteen rule chains. The long chains shimmered with light, each filled with supreme power.

The rule chains coiled like dragons, spiraling upward and vanishing into the void.

“Roar…”

The sound of a beast echoed through the void.

The disciples of the Nine Firmaments Sect all changed expression. The pressure descending from the rift in the void was immense, as if some monster was about to emerge.

Then, a massive head appeared from the void rift.

What kind of bird is this?

The crowd looked and was immediately astonished—the bird's beak alone was thousands of zhang long, and its head blotted out the sky, covering the entire Nine Firmament Sect.

Lin Fan was also seeing a Kunpeng for the first time, and he too was stunned by its magnificent appearance.

But this was no time for admiration; only a third of the Kunpeng's body had emerged so far, which was far from enough.

"Countless treasures, offer them up."

The countless treasures piled on the ground flew directly into the void, and Lin Fan could feel the connection with that mysterious existence growing stronger.

"That's a Starstone."

A sharp-eyed disciple spotted one among the many treasures and was greatly shocked. Legend had it that Starstones were stars in the sky that had fallen and turned into stone, containing infinite star power.

"That's a Heavenly Position Fruit, which takes three hundred years to bear. Taking it can immediately attain the Lesser Heavenly Position realm."

…

One dazzling treasure after another vanished into the void.

The disciples watched, their hearts aching. Each treasure was a supreme treasure, but they knew that the monster their senior brother Lin had summoned had a great purpose, so they could only suppress their cries within.

The Kunpeng's cry grew stronger and stronger.

"Whoosh..."

At that moment, it was as if the heavens and earth were torn apart. A pair of pitch-black wings suddenly stretched out from the boundless rift.

The disciples of the Nine Firmament Sect were completely dumbfounded. The wings were so wide they stretched beyond sight, covering the entire sky and earth.

"How can this be..." Lin Fan panicked. With so many treasures offered, it still hadn't been summoned.

What to do?

If they waited any longer, the Kunpeng's physical form would return due to time constraints.

Xin Feng, watching from the side, was also utterly anxious, then shouted.

"Brother Lin, I still have six Rule Chains here." Xin Feng's body trembled, and six Rule Chains flew out—these were the last strength of the elders.

"Brother Lin, these six Rule Chains were infused into me by the elders. Keeping them on me would not be my own, and they would affect my future development, so I offer them to you."

Lin Fan glanced at Xin Feng and nodded gratefully.

"Six Rule Chains, offer them up."

In an instant, a large part of the Kunpeng's body emerged again.

Almost... almost there.

Suddenly, a cry rang out. The Kunpeng's body was almost fully out now, only the last bit was stuck in the gap.

"How can this be..." Xin Feng looked at the void, completely bewildered. After consuming so many treasures, why couldn't it be fully summoned?

Lin Fan was also speechless. Damn it, who was in charge of the offering? If I find out, I'll give you a good beating.

Just as everyone was at a loss, Lin Fan gritted his teeth. Screw it, I'll go all out.

"Left arm, offer it up."

Crack...

In an instant, Lin Fan's left arm shattered and fell off, blood everywhere.

Playing tough? Lin Fan could swear no one in this world was tougher than him.

"Brother Lin..." Xin Feng was completely stunned. He never expected Brother Lin to offer his own body. This... this...

And the disciples of the Nine Firmament Sect were also completely dumbfounded.

"Boom..."

At this moment, the Kunpeng, of immeasurable size, fully appeared.

A magnificent creature floated in the void.

"Brother Feng, let's go!" Lin Fan roared and flew toward the Kunpeng's back.

With one flap of its wings, it soared straight up ninety thousand li.

"Regrow the severed limb."

Lin Fan connected with the Parasol Tree Divine Tree, ready to regrow his limb, but in that instant, his eyelids twitched. Better not regrow it yet. After being so ruthless to himself, if the sect didn't offer some compensation, it would be too unfair.

Who could play the pity card better than him?