Chapter 89: Restoring Himself, Still a Shameless Scoundrel

On the desolate Nameless Peak, Lin Fan helplessly sighed, found a rock, and plopped down onto it. Then, like a monkey, he gazed into the distant horizon.

This was him contemplating life, pondering the mysteries of heaven and earth.

An autumn breeze blew, stirring up yellow leaves. Compared to the thriving sect below, this place seemed somewhat desolate.

Lonely and helpless, unfamiliar with the place—how was he to get by from now on?

Lin Fan missed his old life, but those days were gone forever.

Gradually, Lin Fan's forlorn figure merged into the surroundings, a bleak melancholy spreading across the entire peak.

One day.

Two days.

Lin Fan sat silently on the rock, unmoving, as if turned to stone.

News that the Saint Sect's Sovereign had granted Nameless Peak to a strange disciple as a branch sect spread like wildfire.

This news instantly caused an uproar within the Saint Sect. Many found it hard to believe that the Sovereign would bestow Nameless Peak upon someone else.

Some elders raised objections, but to no avail—this was the Sovereign's decree; who dared to oppose it?

The sect's disciples were very curious about the person who had received a peak from the Sovereign. They went in groups to see what kind of figure could establish a branch sect on Nameless Peak.

But when they arrived at Nameless Peak and saw the desolate mountain, they all shook their heads.

Run-down, utterly run-down—overgrown with weeds, ancient trees standing tall. Building a sect here would be extremely difficult.

When they saw the motionless figure sitting on the rock, they were filled with curiosity.

Some disciples watched for a while, then left.

The next day, more disciples came; the figure was still sitting there.

On the third day, another group of disciples arrived, but the figure remained seated.

…

After several days passed,

a rumor spread within the Saint Sect: the person granted the peak by the Sovereign was an idiot, sitting motionless on a rock.

Supreme Elder Wuyan and Supreme Elder Yan were both keeping an eye on Lin Fan on Nameless Peak.

They knew Lin Fan was in a state of contemplation. The destruction of one's sect was something no one could easily bear.

Some went mad.

Some were crippled.

Some were blinded by hatred.

And some could emerge from the shadows and restore themselves.

But they didn't know which type Lin Fan would be.

Ten days later, a burst of wild laughter echoed across Nameless Peak.

"This master needs to pull himself together, to strive, to work hard. Once I'm strong enough, I'll go back for revenge." Lin Fan woke up, his mind made up.

What use was there in worrying all day? Would lost things come back? Would strength grow for no reason?

Restore myself, keep working hard. When my strength reaches the level to crush you all, that's when I'll kill you.

In the Saint Sect, a person stood there, his gaze seeming to pierce through layers of void, looking toward Nameless Peak with a gratified smile.

"Being able to move on—that's good."

…

Lin Fan thought a lot and planned out his current situation.

To put it bluntly, he was flat broke, with nothing to his name.

No people, no possessions—poorer than a beggar.

Reviving the Holy Demon Sect wasn't something that could be done just by thinking about it.

As the sect master, he first needed a house, a few servants for chores, a few close disciples, and…

Ah, in short, he lacked everything.

Lin Fan sighed helplessly. Starting from scratch was truly frustrating.

But fortunately, he was in the Saint Sect. With some effort, he could get what he needed.

Then Lin Fan looked at the things Supreme Elder Wuyan had given him.

An ancient booklet.

Lin Fan flipped through it page by page. It recorded all known secrets of the Eastern Spirit Continent.

The distribution of sects, secret realms, forbidden zones—everything one needed to know was recorded in this booklet.

The cultivation divisions of the Eastern Spirit Continent were not much different from those of the Cang Spirit Continent.

But they weren't as complicated; they were based on four major realms: Initial, Intermediate, Advanced, and Great Perfection.

Lin Fan closed the booklet, gaining a rough understanding. This place was no worse than the Cang Spirit Continent, and even more advanced in many ways.

Moreover, the area here was much larger, with complex power distributions—far from simple.

But what did that have to do with him?

Lin Fan put away the booklet, unconcerned with its contents. The first step was to pull himself together and revive the Holy Demon Sect's glory.

Although the Holy Demon Sect now only had him left, he carried the expectations of all his fellow disciples and the sect master. How could he let them down?

Lin Fan took a stroll around Nameless Peak, surveyed the terrain, and finally decided to build a house on a flat piece of ground.

He selected a few giant trees, cut them down, shaped them into pillars, and erected them as supports. Then he planed the wood into long planks and laid them as flooring.

…

When all was done, Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. The two-story wooden house with a pitched roof was finally finished. Though crude, it at least gave him a place to stay.

As night fell, Lin Fan entered the wooden house he had built, sat cross-legged, and attempted to cultivate.

The Boundless Heavenly Demon and Sword Intent were the highest-level techniques he currently knew. Now that the system had changed, he wondered what difference cultivation would make.

Lin Fan had already cultivated the Boundless Heavenly Demon to the second layer, while Sword Intent remained at the first layer.

"Hum…"

Not long after Lin Fan settled into meditation, the space behind him trembled slightly, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, rippling outward.

At that moment, Lin Fan operated both techniques simultaneously, like a yin-yang taiji. Half was shrouded in black mist, half surged with sword intent, gradually forming a nameless divine sword of immense momentum.

Lin Fan opened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face. After entering the cultivation state, he didn't hear the system's experience gain notification, but a surge of energy flowed into his body, spreading through his limbs—very comfortable.

This was a feeling Lin Fan had never experienced before. The speed of cultivating these two techniques seemed much faster than before.

It seemed this was an effect of the system's change. He wondered what other unknown functions awaited his discovery.

Lin Fan calmed down, stopped overthinking, and immersed himself in cultivation.

The next day, as the morning sun rose and purple qi came from the east, Lin Fan slightly opened his eyes.

A mouthful of turbid qi slowly exhaled and dissipated into the air.

After a night of focused cultivation, both techniques progressed rapidly, especially Sword Intent, which was on the verge of a breakthrough.

Lin Fan believed that before long, Sword Intent would truly break through.

Having been in the Saint Sect for some time, Lin Fan wanted to go out and look around.

Look for opportunities.

Scrounge up some resources or trick a few followers—that would be a good choice.

Most importantly, after ten days without eating, his stomach was protesting loudly. If he didn't eat soon, he might not hold out.

Lin Fan was very grateful to the Saint Sect Sovereign, who not only granted him a peak but also allowed him to enjoy all the rights of a Saint Sect disciple.

That was something unheard of anywhere else.

Just as Lin Fan was about to leave, he felt something was missing. Suddenly realizing, he immediately moved a huge boulder, set it upright at the entrance, and used his finger as a brush to carve characters on it.

"Holy Demon Sect."

After finishing, Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

Now this looked proper.