Chapter 302: Peace Before the Great Calamity

"Ding, congratulations on killing a Great Heavenly Position Great Perfection expert."

"Ding, congratulations on gaining 1.5 billion experience."

"Ding, congratulations on successfully refining sixteen rule chains."

Lin Fan never expected that Han Yongyi had condensed as many as sixteen rule chains, which explained why the Sacred Sect had nearly fallen. With just this one person ambushing and severely wounding Sect Leader Yan, the entire Sacred Sect was essentially at his mercy.

Looking at the disciples—some excited, others dejected—Lin Fan sighed. Although he had arrived in time, some had already died and could not be saved.

"Sect Leader..." Zhang Ergou looked at Lin Fan, crying with emotion.

Lin Fan nodded, then patted Zhiqiao on the head.

"Sect Leader, please save the junior brothers quickly." Zhang Ergou said urgently.

Lin Fan went to Feng Jue and Tian Yu's side, checked their injuries—lethal, but at least they still had a breath left.

The vitality of the Divine Parasol Tree had been used once before, so he couldn't draw on it heavily. But channeling some vitality into pills should be possible.

Then, with a flip of his palm, herbs flew into his hand.

"Instant Pill Refinement."

Pills tumbled in the flames, then shot out in large numbers. He took two and gave them to Feng Jue and Tian Yu. The effect was indeed good; they soon began to recover.

Truly, the Divine Parasol Tree was a divine object.

"Ergou, take this pill quickly and give it to Mie Qiongqi." Lin Fan said.

"Yes." Zhang Ergou nodded.

"Master, please save Little White and Sister Gong." Zhiqiao said.

Lin Fan looked at the Snow King Lion in Zhiqiao's arms. Its injuries were severe, but beast vitality was extremely strong, and the Snow King Lion's bloodline showed atavism, making its vitality even stronger. He fed it a pill, and it gradually recovered.

"Sister Gong?" Lin Fan was startled, confused. Who was this Sister Gong? But when he saw the figure lying in a pool of blood, he was somewhat astonished.

Why did this look so familiar?

Right, it was that person from Mo City.

But how did this person get to the Sacred Sect? And why was she so familiar with Zhiqiao?

Thoughts raced through Lin Fan's mind. Had this person come to the Sacred Sect, using his identity to fabricate stories and profit?

He wondered whether to save her or deceive Zhiqiao—better to cause temporary pain than leave a hidden threat.

"Master, please save Sister Gong. She pushed me away, so I'm fine." Zhiqiao said, relieved that Little White had recovered, but sad that Sister Gong hadn't woken up.

Lin Fan nodded, patted Zhiqiao's head. Forget it, he would save her and then send her away.

Looking at Gong Bingye's beautiful face, now pale, and her delicate body with a wound piercing through, even revealing the beating organs inside.

"Lucky for you, it missed the vital points." Lin Fan had to admire her luck—it was a hair's breadth away.

After giving her the pill, Zhiqiao stayed by Gong Bingye's side.

Lin Fan went to the Sect Leader and elders, handing them the pills.

"These can speed up recovery." Lin Fan said.

The Sect Leader took the pill and shook his head, "Alas, it's no use. Our injuries..."

Sect Leader Yan stopped mid-sentence, stunned. The vitality in this pill was incredibly strong, unprecedented.

It could even rival divine healing pills.

But they had seen Lin Fan refine it just now—how could he make such a pill in so short a time?

Had he used extremely rare herbs? But they saw the herbs were ordinary, the most precious being just a Spirit Flower.

Unable to understand, they swallowed the pills. A surge of vitality spread through their bodies, repairing internal damage.

"You kid, how many adventures have you had out there? Your strength has grown too fast." Wuyan Supreme Elder's pale face gradually turned ruddy. He was amazed at Lin Fan's strength.

Half a year ago, Lin Fan had been teleported from Cangling Continent with severe injuries. Who would have thought that half a year later, he would be this powerful?

"Alas, what use is strength? The sect still suffered heavy losses." Lin Fan sighed.

"Alas, Junior Sister..." The others shook their heads helplessly, pained by her death.

"What happened?" Lin Fan asked.

Wuyan shook his head and told Lin Fan about the death of the Jialan Peak elder. Lin Fan fell silent, looking at the Jialan Peak disciples.

Especially Mu Bingyan's dazed expression, which was heartbreaking.

Lin Fan walked toward the Jialan Peak disciples. Some female disciples saw him and respectfully called him 'Uncle Master.'

Lin Fan nodded to each, then came before Mu Bingyan.

"My condolences. From now on, Jialan Peak depends on you." Lin Fan didn't know what else to say, but he understood the pain of losing someone important.

"Thank you, Uncle Master." Mu Bingyan nodded, but Lin Fan could see tears welling in her eyes. Yet as the peak master of Jialan Peak, she knew she had to be strong.

"If anything comes up, you can find me at Nameless Peak." Lin Fan could only say this; the rest of the path was up to Mu Bingyan.

But Lin Fan knew that after this incident, the Sacred Sect would change, spurring every disciple to strive harder.

Faced with absolute power, they felt for the first time how insignificant they were.

Lin Fan had lost interest in the competition for the strongest disciple.

He had moved past that stage. Now, he needed to uncover the truth behind everything.

...

This incident was a blow to the Sacred Sect, but for Xin Feng, it was a heavy hammer, leaving him uncertain about the future.

"Brother Xin." Lin Fan looked at Xin Feng, standing there dazed, not knowing what to say.

"Brother Lin, I understand." Xin Feng nodded. He knew this was a disaster for the Nine Heavens Sect.

"From now on, the Nine Heavens Sect can only rely on you." Lin Fan knew that after this, the Nine Heavens Sect would fall from its peak to the lowest rank.

No sect could bear that.

All its top combatants were dead.

Now, Xin Feng was probably the strongest in the Nine Heavens Sect.

But such strength couldn't support a sect.

"I know. No matter what, I can't let the Nine Heavens Sect disappear. I'll pull myself together. I just want to know why the Sect Leader and the others became like this." Xin Feng still couldn't understand why the once-respected Sect Leader had changed so much.

"I can only tell you that an evil force possessed them. I don't know the true source, but I'll investigate and find the origin of all this." Lin Fan said.

"Yes, Brother Lin. I'll return to the sect now. As long as the Nine Heavens Sect survives, I will take responsibility for this incident." Xin Feng felt a bit better, knowing that the Sect Leader was still the one he respected, just possessed by evil. Otherwise, it would have been a devastating blow.

"If anything happens, let me know." Lin Fan patted Xin Feng's shoulder.

"Yes."

...

Finally, Xin Feng left. The Sacred Sect entered a state of reorganization.

The Construction Demon began to work busily, and the bodies of fallen disciples were collected.

They had died defending the sect, so their spirit tablets would be placed in the sect's ancestral hall.

That was the only consolation for them.

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