Chapter 325: All Because of Past Troubles

"Finally arrived."

A few days later, Lin Fan stood atop a towering mountain peak, gazing at his destination in the distance—the Mystic Sword Pavilion.

At first sight of the Mystic Sword Pavilion's sect, Lin Fan was also stunned by the scene before him. The Mystic Sword Pavilion was built on the surface of a giant sword, which seemed to have descended from the heavens, slanting into the ground. The sword was immense, shaking the world.

A fierce sword intent emanated from that mysterious place.

Sharp, icy cold.

Yet despite this, the Mystic Sword Pavilion was full of vitality.

Truly a paradise on earth.

Lin Fan felt a bit envious. No wonder it was a women's sect—they sure knew how to enjoy life. Thinking of his own sect, he couldn't help but sigh. No comparison.

Majestic, gentle, beautiful... all blended together, a feast for the eyes.

He imagined the sect master of the Mystic Sword Pavilion must be over a hundred years old, at the level of an old grandmother. If she were younger, he wouldn't mind having something happen with her, so he could stay here long-term.

Lin Fan shook his head, then descended the mountain to retrieve what he needed.

...

"Stop! This is the Mystic Sword Pavilion. No outsiders are allowed to enter." A female disciple with a pretty face blocked Lin Fan's path.

The female disciple looked at Lin Fan warily.

"Little sister, I'm no outsider. I've come to discuss something with your sect master." Lin Fan looked at the disciple before him, originally intending to subdue her and barge in.

But seeing that this young disciple was only at the mid-stage of the Xiantian realm, Lin Fan felt a twinge of reluctance.

As the top expert of the Sacred Sect, it wouldn't be good to bully the weak...

And most importantly, he had come to ask for something; hurting people would be inappropriate.

"How dare you! Who are you?" The female disciple, angered by the man's insolence, shouted and drew her longsword.

Lin Fan shook his head, ignored her, and walked straight up.

"Stop!" The female disciple, seeing that he completely disregarded her, charged at him in anger.

"You rogue! If you take one more step, don't blame me for being rude!" This disciple hadn't been in the sect long and had never encountered such a situation.

Although the Mystic Sword Pavilion was not a top-tier sect, no one usually dared to cause trouble. Now that someone had, she didn't know how to handle it.

Lin Fan said nothing, calmly taking step after step.

He muttered to himself, wondering why all sects liked to make their entrance stairs so high.

"Rogue, take this!" The female disciple, seeing that he wouldn't listen, grew exasperated and thrust her sword at Lin Fan's arm.

"Clang..."

"How is this possible?" The female disciple stared wide-eyed at the broken sword, her eyes reddening as she stood frozen in place.

"My sword..." She had only recently joined the sect and had painstakingly accumulated enough contribution points to exchange for a high-grade longsword she had long desired. She never expected it to break just a few days later.

Looking at the female disciple who had started crying on the spot, Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, then picked up the broken half from the ground and refined it.

A gleaming sword plunged into the ground.

"Here, this is compensation. I have business with your sect master." Lin Fan said nothing more and continued on his way.

The female disciple, red-eyed and tearful, looked at the gleaming sword stuck in the ground. She was startled, then stepped forward to touch it. Her expression froze.

Earth-grade mid-rank...

"Thank you, senior." At that moment, the disciple realized that this young man was a senior. Being able to forge an Earth-grade mid-rank sword from just a broken fragment was terrifying skill.

For Lin Fan, aside from crafting divine artifacts, nothing else in forging caught his interest.

In his spare time, Lin Fan would occasionally forge something, hoping to create another divine artifact. But reality was cruel—he hadn't even seen a trace of one.

...

Along the way, many female disciples noticed Lin Fan. A man suddenly appearing here surprised them. Some disciples quietly left to inform the sect's elders.

When he reached the top, Lin Fan revealed a slight smile.

The people of the Mystic Sword Pavilion were already waiting for him.

"Who are you, and why have you come to the Mystic Sword Pavilion?" The speaker was an ordinary elder.

"Lin Fan of the Sacred Sect. I request an audience with your sect master." Lin Fan did not answer the elder's question but announced himself softly. Though his voice was low, it echoed throughout the entire Mystic Sword Pavilion.

At that moment, inside the main hall.

The sect master of the Mystic Sword Pavilion was discussing matters with several grand elders. Hearing the voice from outside, they were startled, exchanged glances, and hurried out.

The atmosphere outside was tense. Lin Fan's calm demeanor infuriated the elder.

In the thousands of years of the Mystic Sword Pavilion's history, no one had ever been so insolent.

As for the Sacred Sect he mentioned, she knew of it, but she didn't believe Lin Fan was really from the Sacred Sect. No matter how she looked at him, he didn't seem like it.

"Seize him!" The elder shouted angrily.

...

"Stop."

The crowd surrounding Lin Fan heard the voice and turned to see who it was. Their expressions changed instantly.

"Greetings, Sect Master."

"Grand Elders..."

At that moment, following behind the sect master, Xuan Yunxian's beautiful eyes fell on Lin Fan. Her expression shifted slightly, disbelief in her heart.

She hadn't expected it to be him.

Scenes from the Flame Hell flashed through her mind.

He didn't die. That was truly wonderful. But why was he here? Could he be looking for me?

Xuan Yunxian began to let her thoughts wander. She still remembered the words that man had said to her that day.

Every day she felt melancholy, hoping that man was still alive, but she told herself it was impossible. The sea of fire in the Flame Hell was inescapable even for them.

But now that man had appeared again, stirring the gradually calming emotions within her.

Lin Fan stood there, about to speak, when a gaze made his heart tremble. When he saw the owner of that gaze, he felt a pang of dread.

"Damn it, trouble's coming." Lin Fan exclaimed inwardly, recalling how in the Flame Hell, on a whim, he had burst out with a touching confession.

But now that person's eyes told him that she had truly remembered him and seemed genuinely moved by his words.

Stay calm... I must stay calm.

Lin Fan silently warned himself, then spoke.

"Sect Master Xuan, I am Lin Fan of the Sacred Sect. I have come on business and request your assistance."