Chapter 794: Resentment

Yao Wuxie harbored a dream of saving the world, and without a second thought, he threw in his lot with Lin Fan.

In Yao Wuxie's words,

"The people are living in dire straits right now. How could I stand idly by? I must use my own hands to save them."

Lin Fan was thoroughly moved by Yao Wuxie's speech. This was a man of great ambition, dammit.

...

A few days later.

Everyone gathered at the Sacred Sect.

"This time, the Sacred Sect stepped forward and invited the leaders of the various sects, speaking to them at length. But I'm not sure what they're really thinking." Yan Hongyu's presence naturally meant no one dared to defy him, but what those major sect leaders truly thought remained a mystery.

Even Yan Hongyu himself had no idea.

"I think they'll agree," Lin Fan said with a smile, unconcerned.

"The sect leaders are all in the hall now. Whether we can convince them depends on you," Yan Hongyu said.

...

In the hall outside at the moment.

The leaders and elders of the various sects were all gathered together.

The Sacred Sect had lobbied their sects.

And the matter they were lobbying about was almost too hard for them to believe—could the Upper Realm really be like that?

It must be an illusion.

"Sect Leader Wang, what do you think of this?" Sect Leader Long was hesitant. Yan Hongyu's words were quite frightening, but who knew if it was just a bluff?

Sect Leader Wang, with a calm expression and no emotion, said, "Go with the flow."

Sect Leader Long was immediately exasperated. "Sect Leader Wang, you have no opinion at all!"

"Sect Leader Long, what do you mean by that? How is going with the flow having no opinion? The will of the masses cannot be defied," said Sect Leader Wang.

Sect Leader Long looked at Sect Leader Wang, momentarily at a loss for words, then turned to ask other sect leaders.

This matter was a big deal.

If sects didn't fight, were they still sects?

Would life even be interesting?

"Look, Sect Leader Xin's expression is off. So flushed—could he be constipated?" some sect leaders whispered cautiously.

But when Xin Feng looked over, they immediately straightened their faces, as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, Xin Feng was very excited. Brother Lin was back.

Yet he was also a bit annoyed—he hadn't come to him first. How infuriating.

But after five years apart, Xin Feng couldn't contain his excitement.

As for the chatter of the other sect leaders around him, Xin Feng heard it all clearly but chose not to bother with them.

These people had nothing to do all day but gossip, more gossipy than women.

But that wasn't entirely their fault. Having reached the peak of cultivation, there was nothing useful left to do. Every day, they either slacked off or organized their disciples to fight other sects.

In a word, they had too good a life.

"Thank you all for coming to the Sacred Sect." At that moment, Yan Hongyu walked in slowly. Although Zong Hentian was now the sect leader, he was too young, and Yan Hongyu feared he couldn't command respect, so he had to appear personally.

"Brother Feng, long time no see." Lin Fan had long sensed a powerful resentment.

And that resentment clearly came from Xin Feng.

But thinking about it, it made sense. He had returned and hadn't sought him out first—there was bound to be some complaint.

Xin Feng looked at Lin Fan, couldn't help stepping forward, and embraced him. "Brother Lin, you're finally back."

At that moment, the sect leaders began whispering again.

"Look at Brother Feng's expression, his demeanor, the emotion in his eyes—something's off."

"Huh! Seems like it."

"Could Brother Feng be... that way?"

"Hard to say. Everyone, keep your voices down. We're all sect leaders here; save some face."

For these idle sect leaders, catching a piece of gossip meant at least a year of discussion.

Especially the gossip about the Nine Heavens Sect's sect leader.

This passion is blazing, truly extraordinary.

“Brother Feng, please don’t mind. I came back in a hurry this time, with too many matters, so I couldn’t visit the Nine Heavens Sect,” Lin Fan said.

Xin Feng outwardly seemed unbothered, but inwardly he was quite displeased. “It’s fine, I understand as a brother. But this time when you returned, I heard that the Upper Realm has encountered a major crisis. I wonder what exactly is going on.”

Lin Fan nodded, then looked at everyone. “Everyone, I am Lin Fan. The Upper Realm is called the Ancient Saint Realm, where the Ancient Clan oppresses the myriad races. The situation is dire. For the specifics, please see for yourselves.”

With a thought, Lin Fan condensed the events that had occurred in the Ancient Saint Realm into a projection of magical power and cast it into the air.

A scene unfolded, containing everything Lin Fan had seen and heard.

The sect leaders watched without blinking.

“Ah, this…”

“Brutal.”

“These strange beings are incredibly strong.”

“The Ancient Clan devours living beings alive—truly evil.”

The sect leaders were all captivated by the scene before them, their expressions varied.

Lin Fan was too lazy to say much. Such matters had to be shown through images, letting them feel it deeply, which was far more effective than a thousand words from him.

Time passed minute by minute.

Not only the sect leaders were immersed, but even Yan Hongyu and the others were the same.

They hadn’t expected the Upper Realm to be so dangerous.

Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, and the scene vanished.

“What do you all think? Rather than waiting to die, it’s better to fight with all our might. There’s still a glimmer of hope. The Ancient Clan’s Supremes are not the most fearsome; the truly terrifying thing is the Heavenly Will,” Lin Fan said.

Once, Lin Fan thought that if he killed all the Supremes, the Ancient Saint Realm would be liberated, but now it seemed not to be the case.

The real enemy was the Heavenly Will.

The Heavenly Will of the Ancient Saint Realm was a thousand times more terrifying than the Supremes.

Though Lin Fan was powerful alone, he couldn’t withstand a siege.

“What do you all say?” Lin Fan asked.

Everyone exchanged glances, as if waiting for something.

“This problem is very serious.”

“Indeed, it’s too terrifying. We didn’t expect that we can’t even match a single Ancient Clan soldier.”

“Brother Lin, whatever you say goes. The Nine Heavens Sect will always stand by you,” Xin Feng said.

“The Mystic Sword Pavilion is the same,” Xuan Yunxian said.

For Xuan Yunxian, not standing by her husband’s side—could she possibly oppose him?

Sect Master Wang had always followed the tide and conformed to the majority. Now that two major sects had declared their stance, he naturally followed suit.

The other sect leaders pondered for a while before finally nodding in agreement.

“Since that’s the case, let’s form an alliance. Rather than being scattered like loose sand, it’s better to unite and fight the Ancient Clan together,” Lin Fan said.

“Mm, that makes sense. In this situation, not forming an alliance means death.”

“I agree.”

“I agree too.”

“Everyone, to prevent me, Lin Fan, from monopolizing power, the alliance leader can be chosen from among the sects,” Lin Fan said.

“No need, no need. We trust the Sacred Sect.”

“Yes, we believe that under your leadership, we will surely achieve victory.”

“As for choosing a leader from among the sects, forget it.”

“You’ve been in the Ancient Saint Realm for so long, more familiar with it than any of us. Naturally, you should be the leader.”

The sect leaders were alarmed at the suggestion of choosing a leader from among them.

Such a dangerous role—they wanted no part of it.

For them, when the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up.

They would follow orders, but as for the position of alliance leader, forget it—it seemed too dangerous.

Lin Fan sighed, thinking that perhaps showing that scene had been a mistake.

Before even going to the Ancient Saint Realm, he had already scared them—that was also a sin.