Chapter 239: Ying Huanhuan's Evasion, An Uninvited Guest!
"Junior Sister Huanhuan is right! Come on, give us a clear answer already!"
As soon as Ying Huanhuan's voice rang out, the previously quiet sea of onlookers exploded into cheers, all eyes filled with excitement.
Ying Huanhuan raised her brow and smiled toward Lin Fan. Clearly, she was quite proud to have stirred up such an enthusiastic reaction.
Lin Fan composed himself and took a step forward.
Shhh!
The moment his foot touched the ground, Desolate Energy rippled outward in waves.
It surged through the earth and flooded into his body.
Whoosh!
With that, Lin Fan's figure suddenly disappeared—only to reappear directly in front of Ying Huanhuan, catching everyone off guard.
His finger, pulsing with powerful Desolation Energy, shot toward Ying Huanhuan's smooth forehead like a streak of lightning.
With Lin Fan's speed, Ying Huanhuan couldn't react in time. She could only stare wide-eyed as his finger approached.
Yet, she didn't panic or cry for help. Her bright eyes stared stubbornly into his.
In the end, Lin Fan stopped his finger half an inch from her forehead.
Ying Huanhuan's delicate brows lifted slightly.
Then—flick!
Lin Fan gently flicked her forehead and chuckled, "Now you can feel for yourself whether I succeeded or not."
[Ding! You touched Ying Huanhuan and obtained: 100,000 Xuan Yuan Pills!]
The familiar system notification echoed in Lin Fan's mind again.
"You damn jerk!" Ying Huanhuan glared at him, pouting adorably.
Lin Fan laughed. "If I remember correctly, someone once said that if I managed to comprehend the Great Wilderness Sutra, they'd do whatever I asked."
"I just remembered I have something to do! Bye!" Ying Huanhuan's eyes darted as she turned and bolted like a startled bunny.
Lin Fan chuckled as he watched her flee.
Around them, a moment of silence passed—then the entire mountain erupted in thunderous cheers.
The disciples of the Desolate Hall were all ecstatic.
Their hall had finally produced a second successor to the Great Wilderness Sutra!
From a distant mountaintop, Ying Xuanzhi smiled warmly as he gazed upon the jubilant crowd.
A faint sense of nostalgia passed over his handsome, jade-like face.
"A hundred years ago… this place was just as lively."
He chuckled softly. "Zhou Tong, looks like a new generation has surpassed you…"
…
Five days had passed since the Great Desolation Stele had sunk back into the earth.
The commotion it caused in Dao Sect had slowly died down.
Lin Fan handed over his twelve-stage version of the Desolate Art to Hall Masters Chen Zhen and Wudao—sending both into excitement.
He had deduced it while inside the stele's internal world. The upgraded technique was more powerful than the original and even helpful for comprehending the Great Wilderness Sutra.
Of course, this was assuming the stele was not under the Demonic King's influence.
The five personal disciples of the Desolate Hall—including Lin Dong and Pang Tong—were the first to receive and begin training in the improved technique.
Others would need to at least condense the Desolate Seed before qualifying.
While they focused on cultivation, Lin Fan remained relaxed.
Over the five days, he refined all five Immortal Essence Fruits, further strengthening his body.
With the assistance of his Soul Seal and Heaven Soul Stone, his Yuan Power and spiritual energy continued to grow steadily.
His daily routine alternated between cultivation on the Dan River Platform and leisurely visits to the Martial Arts Hall.
In contrast, the atmosphere in the Four Halls grew increasingly tense.
After all, the Grand Hall Trials—Dao Sect's most prestigious event—was now just over a month away…
Though Lin Fan had refined the Immortal Essence Fruits, he postponed using the Life-Spirit Fruit, choosing to wait until he reached the peak of the Ninth Nirvana Realm. With luck, it might help him step into the Life Profound Realm.
Thus, his days continued at an easy pace.
He occasionally ran into Ying Huanhuan within the sect. She was always surrounded by people—both men and women—drawn to her energy and laughter.
Her presence was infectious, capable of changing the mood of an entire area.
But whenever she spotted Lin Fan, she would quickly dart away like a rabbit, avoiding him.
Clearly, she hadn't forgotten the bet and feared he'd bring it up again in front of others.
Lin Fan never chased her down—just smiled and let her go.
…
One day, while Lin Fan was meditating atop the Dan River Platform—
Whoosh!
A sharp gust of wind approached.
A moment later, a figure landed in front of him. It was Mo Ling, a fellow disciple from the Great Yan Dynasty.
"What's wrong?" Lin Fan asked, interrupting his training without worry.
"Did you hear what's happening at the front hall?" Mo Ling asked, clearly relieved to see him.
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"
Though he already had a guess.
Sure enough, Mo Ling said, "A sect called Hongya Cave showed up while Senior Sister Ying Xiaoxiao and the other core disciples are in seclusion."
"They're the second most powerful sect in the region, right behind Dao Sect. And this time, they brought some tricky people."
"We've already had three matches. Dao Sect lost two. Right now, Senior Sister Huanhuan is up for the fourth, and she's holding steady… but Hongya Cave's strongest fighter hasn't even stepped in yet."
"Hall Master Wudao asked me to bring you. He wants you to hold the line. Losing to them wouldn't look good for Dao Sect."
"Alright. Let's go meet these Hongya Cave people." Lin Fan stood up casually.
Mo Ling sighed in relief. With Lin Fan here, Hongya Cave was as good as beaten.
…
Dao Sect's territory was vast. The Front Hall was used to receive visitors from outside sects.
Normally, few disciples came here, but whenever other factions challenged the sect, the crowds would swarm to watch.
Within the Front Hall, multiple giant platforms had been built for duels.
Now, one of them was packed with people. Murmurs of frustration and anger rippled through the crowd.
Whoosh!
Lin Fan and Mo Ling soared in from the sky and landed on the platform.
The moment they appeared, countless Dao Sect disciples turned their heads.
Excitement lit up their faces.
Then, as if exhaling a collective breath of relief, cheers spread across the arena—
"Senior Brother Lin Fan is here!"
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