Chapter 43: This time, digging a pit really ended up burying himself.

At this moment, more and more passersby appeared around, and Lin Fan knew that the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty was almost there.

The Great Yan Imperial Dynasty was a vassal state of the Holy Demon Sect, under its jurisdiction, paying tribute every year to supply the sect's internal consumption.

The Great Yan Imperial Dynasty had once been a flourishing hegemon, with numerous experts and talents emerging in succession. Even other imperial dynasties under subsidiary sects had their glorious times.

But with the rise of various sects and the decline of imperial dynasties, most dynasties gradually submitted to the sects, seeking protection.

For any sect, this situation was also beneficial, at least in terms of selecting disciples, it saved a lot of trouble.

Along the way, Lin Fan learned some things he wanted to know from Zang Tianhao and the others.

This group was students from Tianfu Academy. This time, they had come out to hunt ferocious beasts in a team. No matter what kind of ferocious beast, the lowest cultivation was at the Xiantian stage, which humans could not match.

But fortunately, humans had strong learning abilities and also produced many exceptionally talented individuals.

Tianfu Academy was the only academy in the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty. It had both geniuses and ordinary people, but compared to the Holy Demon Sect, there was still a huge gap.

This kind of academy was established by independent experts relying on the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty. In terms of foundation, it could not compare with those sects, but it was not to be underestimated.

"Senior, this is the capital of the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty. Would you like to return to Tianfu Academy with us? I think our teachers would definitely be very eager to meet a master like you." Zang Tianhao said expectantly.

Zang Tianhao very much hoped to recruit the senior before him into Tianfu Academy.

"If fate allows, we will meet again. Thank you for your help along the way. I, Lin Fan, am deeply grateful." Lin Fan cupped his hands and prepared to part ways.

"You're too kind, Senior Lin. If not for your rescue this time, we might not have returned alive." Zang Tianhao said.

At this moment, Lin Fan took out a longsword he had refined earlier. "I deeply apologize for destroying your Floating Duckweed Sword earlier. This middle-grade longsword is compensation for you."

Han Mengmeng was a bit reluctant to see the senior leave. Now seeing the senior take out a middle-grade longsword and hand it to her, she was both delighted and surprised.

"Thank you, Senior." Han Mengmeng was overjoyed, then thanked him and took the longsword.

"Mengmeng, such a precious weapon, how can you accept it?" Zang Tianhao said sternly. A middle-grade longsword was already a very valuable weapon for them.

"The senior gave it to me, so of course I have to accept it. Otherwise, wouldn't I be rejecting his goodwill?" Han Mengmeng hugged the longsword, extremely delighted.

"It's nothing. Just a mere middle-grade item, not something valuable." Lin Fan waved his hand with a faint smile.

Qu Xiangge's top-grade Tiger Gate Saber had broken into three pieces. Lin Fan had recycled it and refined three middle-grade longswords, one of which was compensation.

"Thank you, Senior Lin." Zang Tianhao expressed his gratitude.

A senior was indeed a senior, acting with extraordinary style, compensating a middle-grade weapon without hesitation.

Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Fan waved goodbye to Zang Tianhao and the others, then entered the city and headed east.

Lin Fan was unfamiliar with the Great Yan Imperial Dynasty and had no particular destination, just wanting to see what it was like.

But with just a casual glance, Lin Fan couldn't help but marvel—it was grand and full of vitality. This was the imperial capital, Great Yan.

Watching the senior's figure gradually disappear, Zang Tianhao and the others snapped back to reality.

"I wonder when I'll meet the senior again." Although Zang Tianhao had known Lin Fan for only a short time, he had been deeply impressed by his righteousness.

"Senior Sister Han is so lucky to have received a middle-grade longsword from the senior. What name will you give it?" The others looked enviously at the longsword in Han Mengmeng's hands.

Han Mengmeng held the middle-grade longsword, hugging it like a treasure, her curved eyes smiling slightly. "I want to be as righteous as the senior, so I'll call it the Righteous Sword."

...

At this moment, in the Sunset Forest.

Qu Xiangge and the others lay unconscious on the ground. A hunting eagle circled in the sky, as if checking whether this group of prey was dead.

"Hmm..."

At this moment, Qu Xiangge trembled slightly, then opened his eyes, his expression changing instantly.

"Not dead..."

Qu Xiangge looked at the surroundings, finding it was still the same place. But just as he said this, he suddenly showed an incredulous expression.

Voice... how could it be?

Sharp, soft—was this still his own voice?

At this moment, Qu Xiangge touched his face. The once rough skin was now smooth as silk. His fingers trembled slightly as they reached his throat.

Flat... flat.

Where was my Adam's apple? What had happened?

Cold sweat broke out on Qu Xiangge's forehead, and a wave of fear surged in his heart.

And just then, Qu Xiangge suddenly felt a strange sensation in his crotch, as if something was missing.

Could it be...

Qu Xiangge dared not imagine, but still, suppressing his fear, he pulled open his pants. But at that sight, rage surged to his heart, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Gone... gone. How could it be gone? What was going on?

...

"Have you seen a man in black pass by?"

At this moment, the panicked Qu Xiangge heard a question from beside him and angrily roared, "Get the hell away from me!"

Just then, a cold snort sounded.

Qu Xiangge's mind suddenly shook, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, his face pale as death.

Then Qu Xiangge looked at the newcomer—a man in black, floating in the air, his face unclear, but the man gave Qu Xiangge a very dangerous feeling.

"Senior, I..." Qu Xiangge tried to speak.

But the man in black let out a surprised sound, and Qu Xiangge's body uncontrollably floated before him.

"Senior, spare me..." Qu Xiangge felt like dying. Why did he keep running into people more and more monstrous? He was a Xiantian fourth-level expert, yet now he was being toyed with like an ant.

"Yin-Yang Aberrant Body! The Yin-Yang Aberrant Body that hasn't appeared in ten thousand years! And I, Zong Hen Tian, have found it! Haha!" The man in black laughed uproariously, causing sand and stones to fly and trees to topple around him, releasing an overwhelming aura that vented his exhilaration.

"Senior..." Qu Xiangge was scared out of his wits. This man was definitely a madman. What Yin-Yang Aberrant Body? Let me go, damn it!

"Such an aberrant body discovered by me—this trip was not in vain. Since that's the case, come with me. As for these ants, they'd better be annihilated." Zong Hen Tian ignored Qu Xiangge and muttered to himself.

But just as Zong Hen Tian was about to act and eliminate Qu Xiangge's subordinates, he suddenly froze.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Eight..."

"Twenty-four..."

"How is this possible? Twenty-four Yin-Yang Aberrant Bodies? How can this be?" Zong Hen Tian trembled with excitement. No matter how high his cultivation, seeing the scene before him, he could hardly remain calm.

"Haha! My opportunity has come, Zong Hen Tian! All of you, come with me."

"Senior, please let me go..." Qu Xiangge cried out tearfully. Having escaped one freak, he was now caught by a madman.

Why was Qu Xiangge so miserable?