Chapter 826: The World-Chaos Demon King Wang Xiaoming

Since 'One Thought, a Hundred Years' was a one-time function, then 'Heaven-Sent Treasure' naturally was as well.

What a huge pitfall.

The system was already like this; what else could Lin Fan do but accept it?

However, Lin Fan was somewhat curious about the changes in the Xuanhuang Realm, wondering what transformations had occurred over the past hundred years.

Lin Fan entered the Xuanhuang Realm and took a light breath, only to find that the spiritual energy there was much richer than a century ago.

At least two or three times as much.

Lin Fan sensed outward; the entire Xuanhuang Realm was brimming with vitality, with countless experts.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan arrived at the Sacred Sect.

The Sacred Sect had now been consolidated, expanding outward for tens of thousands of li, like a vast city.

The major sects of the Xuanhuang Realm had merged with the Sacred Sect, forming a massive power, and Lin Fan said nothing about those sects unwilling to merge.

In particular, the children of destiny mocked by Wang Xiaoming had all been taken in by the Sacred Sect as disciples.

Lin Fan's arrival in the Xuanhuang Realm caused no stir; he simply gathered those he knew.

Master.

The two girls, Zhiqiao and Jiuling, had long since grown into graceful young women over the past hundred years. Although Lin Fan had occasionally shuttled back during this single thought, to him it was but a blink of an eye.

Fast, incredibly fast.

These two girls, with extraordinary talent, had, as usual, reached the seventh level of the Divine Heaven Stage, the Myriad Laws Return to One Realm, over the century.

Lin Fan watched the two girls, inseparable wherever they went, always together, which left him somewhat helpless.

He had brought this about himself; even regret was useless now.

Not bad, not bad. Lin Fan nodded with great satisfaction.

Hehe. Zhiqiao and Jiuling chuckled softly, then went off to the side to discuss some new topics. To Lin Fan, these were girlish matters; what did a big man like him know?

Zhang Ergou, Tianyu, Zong Hentian, and others all arrived.

This time, Lin Fan truly understood what it meant for things to change and people to be different.

But when he saw Mie Qiongqi's cultivation level, Lin Fan nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. Had this guy been cultivating for the entire hundred years?

The ninth level of the Divine Heaven Stage, the Eight Wastelands Unity Realm.

Qiongqi, you haven't been cultivating all this century, have you? Lin Fan asked.

Yes, Sect Leader. You told me to accelerate the time flow in the Xuanhuang Realm, so I thought, since everyone else was in seclusion, I couldn't very well not go into seclusion myself. So I've been in the secret chamber cultivating until now. Mie Qiongqi said.

Hearing this, Lin Fan didn't know what to say. This was somewhat explosive.

But it was good; the overall strength of the Xuanhuang Realm improving was exactly what Lin Fan wanted to see.

Otherwise, with their strength at the time, even if they were exceptionally talented, it would have been useless.

Time waits for no one. When the myriad realms open, with their cultivation, they might not even be fit to be cannon fodder.

Husband.

At that moment, Xuanyun Xian walked over slowly. Over the past hundred years, Lin Fan had spent most of his time watching her, so he hadn't noticed much change.

However, Xuanyun Xian's cultivation had reached the eighth level of the Divine Heaven Stage, the Heaven and Earth Divine Pill Realm.

Lin Fan knew that the rapid improvement in the cultivation of those close to him was inseparable from his own influence.

As for those unrelated to him, even after a hundred years, their cultivation was at most at the third or fourth level of the Divine Heaven Stage.

Some humans with poor talent could only turn to dust with regret when their lifespans ended.

Master's wife.

Master's wife.

Everyone said respectfully.

Yunxian, this time I accelerated time in the Xuanhuang Realm by a hundred years to prepare for what's coming soon. Now that everyone's cultivation has improved, even if we go to the Ancient Saint Realm, we'll have the ability to protect ourselves. Lin Fan said.

Boom!

Just then, rumbling sounds came from afar.

What's going on? Lin Fan looked into the distance and saw many disciples gathering, as if preparing for an expedition.

Uncle Lin, these disciples are the ones you had me take in back then. Now they have achieved success in cultivation and are experts at the sixth or seventh level of the Divine Heaven Stage. This time, they are going to punish the World-Chaos Demon King Wang Xiaoming and rid the Xuanhuang Realm of a scourge.

Zong Hentian had no idea who Wang Xiaoming was, nor did he know the relationship between Lin Fan and Wang Xiaoming.

But Wang Xiaoming's name was known to everyone in the Xuanhuang Realm.

Wang Xiaoming's footprints could be found everywhere in the Xuanhuang Realm.

What astonished people was that every genius in the Xuanhuang Realm had a grudge against Wang Xiaoming.

And the grudge was immense, like a towering hatred.

Some demon lords in the Xuanhuang Realm, upon hearing Wang Xiaoming's great name, willingly became his subordinates, and thus the World-Chaos Demon King Sect was established.

It stirred up bloody storms across the Xuanhuang Realm; every time Wang Xiaoming made a move, countless prodigies met with misfortune.

Oh? Is this the first siege? Lin Fan asked.

No. No one knows Wang Xiaoming's origins. He rose to fame eighty years ago and founded the World-Chaos Demon King Sect. Although he hasn't done anything heinous, he specializes in bullying others and plundering their possessions.

This is already the one hundred and thirty-eighth siege. Zong Hentian said.

How did the previous sieges go? Lin Fan asked curiously.

Both sides suffered losses. Especially these prodigal disciples; every siege cost them many treasures, and some were even driven to the brink of madness by humiliation. If we hadn't been there to look after them, the situation might have been worse.

But Wang Xiaoming is quite cunning. Brother Ergou and I tried to help, but he escaped every time. Gradually, he became a force to be reckoned with, and we couldn't do anything to him. If Uncle Lin hadn't returned, only Mie Qiongqi could have suppressed him.

Zong Hentian was also curious about Wang Xiaoming.

Hearing all this, Lin Fan sighed inwardly.

This really has been hard on Wang Xiaoming.

Once a carefree, pleasure-seeking young master, he was forcibly trained by Lin Fan into a great demon king who antagonized all the prodigies of the Xuanhuang Realm.

According to the tropes,

Such a great villain would eventually die a miserable death.

His magical power drained, his flesh devoured, his primordial spirit trampled, his divine pill crushed... and so on. Some of these might not even be the worst; the worst would be having his five limbs severed and being left in a state worse than death.

Uncle Lin, if you take action, the World-Chaos Demon King Sect will be easily dealt with. Zong Hentian said.

Ah, actually...

At this moment, Lin Fan sighed helplessly and explained the matter.

After hearing Lin Fan's explanation, everyone was stunned, looking incredulous.

In the end, Wang Xiaoming was actually cultivated by Lin Fan himself.

This... this...