Chapter 388: A Scene Hard to Understand

The scene was dead silent, except for the harsh sounds of beating.

All the sect leaders sat on pins and needles, unable to bear looking at the two men knocked to the ground.

The dignified leaders of the Tiandi Sect and the Shanhai Sect, knocked down by a junior, utterly powerless to fight back—wouldn't that be a disgrace if word got out?

"This..." Xuan Yunxian didn't know what to do in this situation. After all, they were sect leaders; this probably wasn't appropriate.

"It's fine, let him be." Lin Fan waved his hand. This wouldn't kill anyone; in fact, Liu Lingfeng's fists might not even hurt the two sect leaders at all.

Huang Yuanlong and Li Cangmang were completely dumbfounded. They couldn't understand what was happening—how could that despicable guy knock their sect leaders to the ground?

Seated in the main seat beside Xuan Yunxian, Lin Fan looked at the crowd on both sides and cleared his throat. "Yunxian is my wife, and I am Lin Fan of the Holy Sect. Now that Yunxian has become the leader of the Xuanjian Sect, I hope you all will look after her. I, Lin Fan, thank you in advance."

Lin Fan naturally knew the Xuanjian Sect's status—neither strong nor weak, in an awkward position. The Eastern Spirit Continent had countless sects, and while other sects might not be well-known, the Holy Sect's reputation was known to all.

Lin Fan couldn't guard the Xuanjian Sect all the time. He had to win people over with virtue and intimidate them with power, so they would think twice before acting.

But Lin Fan clearly underestimated his own fame.

When he uttered the words "Lin Fan of the Holy Sect," everyone present was completely stunned.

What had spread the most across the Eastern Spirit Continent this past year? Not which sect had grown, nor which had fallen, but that Lin Fan of the Holy Sect had sacrificed himself to suppress an ancient great demon and save the Eastern Spirit Continent.

"Lin Fan of the Holy Sect—wasn't he dead?"

"Yeah, but what's going on here?"

"I don't understand. I really don't understand."

"But the Xuanjian Sect is actually connected to the Holy Sect, and this Sect Leader Xuan is from the Holy Sect."

...

The crowd whispered among themselves. This news swept through their hearts like a storm, and they were all incredulous.

As for whether it was a boast, that seemed impossible to them.

The Xuanjian Sect, after all, was a mid-level sect; they wouldn't joke about something like this.

The leaders of the Tiandi Sect and the Shanhai Sect, beaten to the ground by Liu Lingfeng, also stiffened upon hearing this news.

Then their hearts filled with helplessness. If this was true, they probably couldn't afford to provoke him for the rest of their lives.

Xuan Yunxian's face flushed slightly at Lin Fan's words, and her gaze toward him was full of love.

The former Xuanjian Sect leader sighed inwardly in helplessness. Since things had come to this, what more could be said?

For some newly initiated disciples of the Xuanjian Sect, they hadn't expected their sect to have such a powerful backing.

Though they had joined late, the name of the Holy Sect was thunderous and known to all.

Now, having such a support was an exciting thing for the Xuanjian Sect disciples.

The inauguration ceremony ended very smoothly.

The leaders of the Tiandi Sect and the Shanhai Sect, after being beaten by Liu Lingfeng, sat obediently in their seats. Whenever they met Lin Fan's gaze, their hearts trembled violently, and they smiled awkwardly.

...

Night.

At the Xuanjian Sect disciples' residence.

The disciples living near Xuan Yunxian had all gone to sleep elsewhere that night.

Some disciples didn't quite understand why these senior sisters weren't staying in their original places but sleeping elsewhere. They were very curious.

If they had experienced what happened a year ago, they might have understood.

...

Inside the room, a faint light illuminated the interior.

"Hey, Yunxian, why have the disciples outside all left their rooms?" Inside, Lin Fan sat with his feet soaking in a wooden bucket, the steaming water incredibly comfortable.

Though Lin Fan hadn't seen the outside situation, at his level of cultivation, every rustle outside was clear to him, nothing hidden.

Yunxian was momentarily stunned, unable to figure it out at first, but then a hint of shyness appeared on her beautiful face.

Lin Fan didn't understand. "How strange. Yunxian, I can wash myself."

At that moment, Lin Fan felt a bit embarrassed as Xuan Yunxian washed his feet. Having a sect leader wash his feet seemed a bit... something.

"No need, I'll do it." Xuan Yunxian's delicate jade-like hand gently grasped Lin Fan's feet, her eyes gazing at him softly, as if she wanted to etch his face into her memory forever.

"What's wrong? Is there a flower on my face or something?" Lin Fan was startled and asked curiously.

"No, I just want to look at your face carefully, to remember it forever. If you ever leave me, even if it takes a thousand years, I will search the ends of the earth to find you." Xuan Yunxian smiled radiantly and said with deep emotion.

Lin Fan smiled and said nothing more.

Gradual acceptance, from nothing to something, deep feelings over time—Lin Fan believed this was possible.

Sometimes, when you think back on wrong things, you realize they weren't so wrong after all. Perhaps sometimes, everything is destined by heaven.

...

The night was dim, and the Xuanjian Pavilion was utterly silent.

The firelight inside the room gradually dimmed.

Two figures lay quietly there.

Under the faint moonlight, Yunxian's snow-white, delicate skin emitted a faint glow, like white jade.

Time slowly passed.

Lin Fan lay there motionless. Last time had been a special occasion; without taking any pills, being so proactive now would be a bit embarrassing.

Xuan Yunxian also lay there, waiting quietly.

"Are you asleep?" Lin Fan said.

"Not yet." Xuan Yunxian said softly.

"Can you sleep?" In the faint darkness, Lin Fan's face flushed slightly. He felt like a big bad wolf, slowly digging a pit step by step.

"Mm." Xuan Yunxian said softly.

Lin Fan gently moved his feet, slowly slipping them into the adjacent blanket, moving inch by inch.

When his soles touched Xuan Yunxian's smooth skin, Lin Fan paused, as if waiting for something.

"I was just checking if your blanket was cold," Lin Fan explained.

For a master at the Great Heavenly Realm, if they were still afraid of the cold, they might as well die...

"Actually, it's quite cold," Xuan Yunxian said softly.

"Ah, mine is quite warm. I'll warm you up too, and I'll leave once your side is warm." One foot, then two feet, then he shifted his body until they were both in the same blanket.

For Lin Fan, this was a huge step forward.

...

The former master of the Xuanjian Pavilion was puzzled at this moment.

"Strange, why is there no sound this time? But no sound is good; I can sleep peacefully. The sect will surely prosper and sail smoothly from now on," the former master thought with relief.

"Mm..."

"Mm, mm..."

Just then, a series of moans came from outside.

The former master was startled, then sighed. It seemed tonight would be another sleepless night...

"Gently, it's a bit deep..."

"Ah, oh oh, my fault."

"Mm, like that, it feels good. Are you tired up there? How about I get on top and you lie down and rest?"

"It's fine, this way you're more comfortable."

"I read a book last time..."

"What book?"

"Ah... actually, there was a picture in the book of you from behind..."

"From behind? What behind? Oh oh, let's try it then..."

"Mm..."

Slap, slap... slap slap slap slap slap...

Under the night sky, two bodies intertwined, long hair flowing, sweat pouring like rain, whispering, shifting through various positions...

The way of yin and yang, ever-changing, reaching the peak tonight...