Chapter 33: Anyone who dares to stop me, I will kill them.
How exactly can I save Bibi Dong? Or rather, how can I save her and my child? Thinking about this question seriously, Lin Fan felt incredibly troubled.
Before encountering Bibi Dong in the Star Dou Great Forest, Lin Fan wasn't actually sure if she was pregnant. After all, pregnancy isn't something that can be achieved so easily.If she wasn't pregnant, as a Holy Maiden, Bibi Dong would at most have her freedom restricted, but wouldn't be in any danger.
Lin Fan could then focus on developing his abilities, and after four years, when Qian Xunji died and Bibi Dong became Pope, he could come to the Spirit Hall and become the Pope's man.
However, after their encounter in the Star Dou Great Forest, seeing Bibi Dong's haggard face and tired eyes, coupled with Chrysanthemum Douluo constantly by her side, Lin Fan was now 100% certain that Bibi Dong was pregnant and wanted to escape, using the Star Dou Great Forest as an excuse.
"No matter what method I use, facing three Title Douluos simultaneously is a near-certain death. If I only face Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong and I might have a slight chance of winning if we join forces, but whether it's at the summit of Douhun Mountain or the Pope's Palace, there can't be only Qian Xunji. What should I do..."
Lin Fan didn't know how long he had been thinking with his eyes closed, but he still couldn't come up with a solution. He drifted off to sleep, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that the caravan seemed to have reached the desolate mountainous area at the border of Tiandou and Xingluo.
Had more than a night passed without him realizing it?
"Xiao Fan, why are you sleeping so much? Eat something."
Liu Erlong, who was sitting next to Lin Fan, suddenly handed him a bag of dry rations. Lin Fan took it and ate a few bites, but he couldn't taste anything.
"Junior Brother, what's wrong? You seem a little off." Tang Huo'er, who was sitting opposite Lin Fan, seemed to notice that Lin Fan was preoccupied.
"It's nothing, Senior Sister, I just didn't sleep well. How much longer until we arrive?" Lin Fan forced a smile, glancing out the car window at the desolate landscape devoid of vegetation or spirit beasts. He could vaguely see convoys of lights in the distance, likely belonging to other sects.
Tang Huo'er nodded, saying, "About one more night. By the time we reach the summit of Douhun Mountain, it should be around Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow."
Lin Fan nodded, then leaned back against the window. The day was drawing ever closer; his wife and children were almost gone, and he had no time for flirting.
"Xiao Fan, what's wrong? You were fine yesterday." Liu Erlong suddenly patted Lin Fan's shoulder, looking at him curiously. "What's wrong? Tell us! We're all your friends here."
"I'm really fine, just a little sleepy. You guys chat, I want to rest a bit more," Lin Fan said casually, then turned his head away again.
The girls in the car looked at Lin Fan curiously, but remained silent.
Lin Fan gazed at the night wind outside the window, his heart heavy for the first time since arriving in this world.
"Bibi Dong, if I'm going to take you away, I'll gamble everything I've gained in this world. The Clear Sky Sect, my friends, and my family in this world—I might lose them all. My family might disappear forever. But if I don't help you… who will help you and your child?"
Lin Fan knew that Tang Yiran had been very good to him, the Clear Sky Sect now truly considered him a disciple, and Liu Erlong and Ye Keke considered him a true friend. In ordinary times, they would definitely stand up for him to the end.
But if they were involved in this matter, it would harm them and their entire family. The only ones present capable of helping Lin Fan were Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, and the two titled Douluo elders. However, no matter who among them intervened, it would inevitably lead to war between the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall. Moreover, it was impossible for the four of them to intervene. In the original story, when the Spirit Hall was hunting down Tang Hao's wife, the Clear Sky Sect chose to retreat to avoid a major battle, let alone for a mere disciple like him.
If the Clear Sky Sect were to actually help Lin Fan take away the Holy Maiden Bibi Dong, they would have to retreat prematurely to protect their clan, because of the agreement made between Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen years ago. The Clear Sky Sect's development to its current state had not been easy, and even if Tang Hao were willing to help him, those two Title Douluo elders would definitely stop him.
Lin Fan didn't want the Clear Sky Sect to help him either, so he wouldn't tell anyone. This time, he could only rely on himself.
Another night passed, and at dawn the next day, the Clear Sky Sect's convoy stopped on Mount Douhun. Lin Fan was still leaning against the window with his eyes closed.
Tang Huo'er patted Lin Fan, who seemed to have lost his soul, and her silvery voice rang in his ears, "Hey, junior brother, what's wrong with you? You look like you're about to die. It's just participating in an elite competition, what's there to be afraid of? Where did your imposing manner when you defeated Tang Long and Tang Ye go?"
"Are we there?" Lin Fan opened his eyes and looked out the window. It was morning, and the wind was a bit strong at the peak of Douhun Mountain. There were many people on the mountain, all wearing the clothes of various sects, gathered in groups everywhere. Lin Fan couldn't see where the arena was.
"We're here. Get out of the car quickly. If you keep looking so lifeless, I'll kick you out of the Haotian Team."
Tang Huo'er looked at him, still looking like he hadn't woken up, and seemed really angry, so she shouted at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan didn't say anything, silently got out of the car, and followed the Haotian Sect's group forward. The people from various families and sects made way for the Haotian Sect's group.
After walking for a kilometer, Lin Fan realized that he had finally reached the top of Douhun Mountain. There were many magnificent buildings here. Only then did Lin Fan see the highest point, which had an endless plain with a arena made of pure iron stone. Looking at it from afar, he felt a sense of grandeur and imposing power.
There seemed to be several arenas. The soul energy atop Fighting Soul Mountain was incredibly abundant; one could feel the soul energy everywhere, several times more plentiful than on the mountain at the Clear Sky Sect. This seemed to be a treasure trove for cultivation, likely inhabited by some powerful expert.
In the Douluo Continent, normal cultivation involved absorption—absorbing the soul power readily available throughout the continent, essentially the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Here, calling it soul energy was more appropriate, as it was ubiquitous on the continent. The soul energy atop Fighting Soul Mountain was more abundant than Lin Fan had ever experienced before.
Lin Fan snapped out of his daze and hurriedly asked Tang Huo'er, "Senior Sister, who exactly lives atop this Soul Fighting Mountain? Why was the Elite Soul Master Tournament specifically chosen here?"
Seeing that Lin Fan had returned to normal, Tang Huo'er was no longer angry with him. She grabbed Lin Fan's hand and pulled him forward, explaining as they walked, "Of course, four experts live here. Therefore, no one dares to violate the rules of the competition. The restrictions on the tournament arena that can block all spiritual power were set up by them. So, no one can interfere with the competition here." "
Who are these four experts?" Lin Fan asked curiously.
Tang Huo'er was 1.8 meters tall, a few centimeters taller than the fourteen-year-old Lin Fan. Holding Lin Fan's hand, she truly gave him the feeling of an older sister. She glanced at Lin Fan and asked curiously.
"Junior Brother, you're really strange. You looked like you were about to die in the car, and now you have so many questions. I don't really know who those four experts are. I only know that one of them is the Second Elder of the Spirit Hall, known as Golden Crocodile Douluo, and his spirit power level has reached level 95 or higher.
Another one is a reclusive elder of our Clear Sky Sect, and I heard that he has the highest spirit power level among our Clear Sky Sect elders. I've never seen him before. As for the other two, one of them is said to be one of the seven elders of the Spirit Hall, and I know nothing about the last one. That person doesn't seem to belong to the Spirit Hall or our Clear Sky Sect..."
Tang Huo'er was speaking when she noticed Lin Fan suddenly stop.
Oh no...
The Second Elder of the Spirit Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo, is also on the mountain.
There's another elder?
Even if Qian Xunji just brought Chrysanthemum Douluo, Lin Fan wouldn't be confident that he could escape with Bibi Dong...
Now, there are two more elders. Am I, Lin Fan, really going to just watch Bibi Dong fall into this endless suffering without helping her?
Lin Fan knew his future was bright if he didn't save Bibi Dong and her child, but Bibi Dong would suffer excruciating pain.
Lin Fan knew she didn't have much time left; if he delayed another month, her pregnancy would be exposed.
This Elite Soul Master Competition would last half a month. If Bibi Dong returned to the Pope's Palace in Wuhun City, she would have no chance left. Losing her child and enduring the pain, she might choose to leave this cruel world.
"If that really happens, what use is it for me, a transmigrator, to stay in this world?"
Thinking of this, Lin Fan's eyes turned bloodshot, and he clenched his fist tightly.
"What's wrong with you again, Xiao Fan?" Tang Huo'er was startled when she saw him like that.
Liu Erlong, Ye Keke, the members of the Haotian Team, and Tang Yiran also rushed to Lin Fan's side.
"What's wrong, Xiao Fan..."
Tang Yiran looked at Lin Fan curiously. Seeing Tang Huo'er holding Lin Fan's hand, a strange expression suddenly appeared on Tang Yiran's face. "Huo'er, let go of him, let me ask him what happened."
"Okay." Tang Huo'er obediently let go of Lin Fan's hand.
Just as Tang Yiran and her companions were about to ask Lin Fan what had happened, Lin Fan suddenly raised his head, his expression returning to normal. He calmly said, "Don't worry, everyone, I'm fine. You can continue with the sect leader and the others. Don't worry about me."
Tang Yiran stared intently at Lin Fan and said, "Are you really alright? Xiao Fan, you can tell me if anything happens. My older brothers are here. No matter what happens, they will help you."
"It's alright, Sister Yiran, let's go." Lin Fan's expression was surprisingly calm at this moment. He quickly quickened his pace and walked ahead of Liu Erlong and Ye Keke.
Tang Yiran looked at Lin Fan's back with a puzzled expression and followed.
At this moment, Lin Fan remained remarkably calm. He had already made his choice and was prepared to gamble everything. He hadn't slept for a day and a night; he had been cultivating and was about to break through to level thirty-four. That would give him two more chances to draw prizes as a trump card—Lin Fan's final gamble.
Looking at the majestic and imposing arena, Lin Fan coldly thought, "So what if I'm the Golden Crocodile Douluo? So what if all seven elders are here? Even if there are millions of people in front of me, if you want to leave, I'll take you. Anyone who dares to stop me, I'll kill them."
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