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Chapter 216 - 0213: I’m Set on This Spot

Chapter 216: Chapter 0213: I’m Set on This Spot

A few days later!

The Taiwu Immortal Sect’s True Disciple Ceremony began.

Lin Fan returned to the sect and hadn’t yet seen the person up close, but he didn’t mind. Beauty? Not necessarily worth a glance.

Besides.

He hadn’t recently seen Meng Qingyao, either, and he wasn’t sure what the situation was with this girl who’d shared an "indescribable" moment with him.

Probably couldn’t face him.

After all, the scene back then was rather... dominant.

"Master Bai is really willing to make a grand show for this Wen Xian. It’s almost enough to make someone jealous." Lin Fan had his own peak and was obligated to attend the True Disciple Ceremony since he also had a seat designated for him.

Moreover, his seat was alongside the other True Disciples.

It was more about formalities.

"Brother Lin, I’ve been in the Immortal Sect for so long, and I’ve never seen such pomp before. It seems the Sect Leader truly wants to groom Wen Xian to be the next leader," Nan Gongjin commented.

He still hadn’t quite understood what his senior brother was thinking.

Clearly, Lin Fan had the ability to compete.

Why wouldn’t he?

Lin Fan chuckled. "Junior Brother Nan Gong, some things shouldn’t be overthought. The future is the future; no one can predict it right now, so don’t let your thoughts run wild."

But truth be told.

Nan Gongjin wasn’t wrong—the extravagance this time was quite excessive.

If it weren’t clear this was a True Disciple Ceremony, one might’ve thought it was a Sect Leader inauguration.

The disciples of the sect had already gathered below, each craning their necks with excitement, eager to catch a glimpse of Wen Xian.

Even they were stunned by the grandeur of the ceremony.

It was simply remarkable.

"Master, where should I stand later?" Huang Jiujiu asked curiously, her big eyes scanning the surroundings. She was amazed by the sheer number of people.

Lin Fan replied, "Just stand behind me later."

As Lin Fan ascended the steps.

Ripples of murmurs spread among the disciples.

Lin Fan held a certain status within the sect, so naturally, his younger disciples would whisper among themselves when they saw him.

Ye Zhen Tian sat in his seat, his expression and gaze souring dramatically upon spotting Lin Fan.

"Brother Ye, why does your face look so unpleasant? Could it be you’re envious of how over-the-top the True Disciple Ceremony is?" Lin Fan teased with a grin.

"Hmph."

Ye Zhen Tian coldly scoffed, paying him no heed, though his irritation boiled inside. Just seeing Lin Fan was enough to ignite his fury.

"Brother Lin, I heard you recently returned to the sect and even accepted a young female disciple. This must be your niece, right? What a beauty!"

Ye Donglai strode over with a broad smile, rushing to greet them and showering Huang Jiujiu with compliments.

Huang Jiujiu bowed, saying, "Greetings, Uncle."

"Ah, good! Excellent child. Not only charming but also polite—Uncle likes you very much." Ye Donglai pulled out a small trinket, handing it over. "Here, this is your Uncle’s gift. Train hard and strive to become as outstanding as your master."

Huang Jiujiu glanced at Lin Fan, silently asking for permission to accept the gift.

"Since it’s from your Uncle, go ahead and take it." Lin Fan smiled, then looked toward Ye Donglai, adding, "I hear you’re getting very close to Wen Xian. Is that because you’ve latched onto his coattails?"

Ye Donglai chuckled nervously. "Brother Lin misunderstands. I’m absolutely not cozying up to him. Wen Xian has been in closed-door cultivation for ten years and isn’t familiar with the sect, and I simply have a warm personality. One way or another, we got to know each other over time, probably creating the illusion of closeness."

"Which is why the rumors—you can’t take them seriously."

Lin Fan didn’t say much else and instead walked toward his designated seat, noticing its peculiar placement.

Quite a few True Disciples had already settled in.

Several seats were intentionally left vacant.

Could these arrangements reflect their respective ranks?

Lin Fan walked straight to the first-seat position and sat down without hesitation.

Immediately.

The moment he sat down.

The True Disciples all looked toward Lin Fan.

"Why are you all staring at me? Do I have flowers on my face?" Lin Fan stroked his cheek and asked the other disciples.

Bold!

Truly bold!

Some True Disciples recognized Lin Fan.

But none of them anticipated Lin Fan would dare to sit at the first position. That seat was reserved for Wen Xian.

While they might resent this decision.

They were helpless.

Because Wen Xian held the Sect Leader’s favor.

And judging from the extravagance of the ceremony, it was clear what Master Bai intended.

From True Void Peak, Xu Wushang cautiously reminded, "Brother Lin, this seat is reserved for Wen Xian. Perhaps consider moving back one spot."

"Haha, thank you, Brother Xu, for the reminder, but we’re all disciples of the Taiwu Immortal Sect—ranking shouldn’t matter. If the chair’s empty, I’ll sit; it’s no big deal." Lin Fan waved dismissively, showing he wasn’t concerned.

Xu Wushang chose to say no more.

He’d already given his warning and wouldn’t press further.

Lin Fan scanned the surroundings and soon spotted Meng Qingyao sitting farther away. The time apart seemed to have transformed her; she looked even more radiant than before. Clearly, that past "nourishment" had worked wonders, helping her bloom.

His lips curled into a smile.

Meng Qingyao caught sight of his smirk and turned her head away, unwilling to meet his gaze.

Lin Fan shook his head—what a cold little miss.

He then spotted his mother sitting beside the Sect Leader.

Wei You noticed where Fan Er was seated and briefly froze but then nodded approvingly, clearly in agreement with his choice.

Down below, the disciples murmured among themselves.

"Look, Brother Lin is sitting in the first seat—that spot’s supposed to be for Wen Xian!"

"Shh, keep your voice down. This is a battle for status, and it has nothing to do with us. Just watch quietly."

"Brother Lin and Brother Wen Xian both hold significant power in the sect. But there’s only one top seat—no one wants second place. With so many representatives from big factions present at today’s ceremony, who knows if something might happen?"

Nan Gongjin noticed his senior brother seated at the head.

He grew quietly thrilled.

His senior brother was really modest.

Sure, he said he didn’t care, but his actions spoke louder than words.

He believed it should absolutely be his senior brother sitting there.

Why should it be Wen Xian?

Dong!

At that moment.

A long, distant bell chime echoed, seemingly originating from the depths of the Immortal Sect.

The sound seemed imbued with some mystical power, calming everyone’s spirits and even driving away inner demons for those with turmoil in their hearts.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

The bell rang three times.

An elder’s voice resounded.

"The True Disciple Ceremony shall now officially commence."

Lin Fan looked toward the stairs below, where today’s star—Wen Xian, the Taiwu Immortal Sect’s greatest prodigy—finally appeared.

In this moment, Wen Xian was the center of attention, the brightest star.

No one could rival his fame right now.

Cheers erupted from his junior disciples and younger sisters.

His mood soared.

Head held high.

Bathed in heavenly light, this moment was something no one could truly comprehend without experiencing it firsthand.

With each step on the stone stairs.

He felt himself nearing the peak of life.

Suddenly.

Wen Xian sensed something amiss from a certain corner of the venue.

His peripheral vision shifted slightly.

That seat, that person.

Something wasn’t right.

He realized immediately—the seat was his. Who dared to take his place?

He looked closer.

Recalled a face he’d secretly observed some time ago.

Lin Fan.

The son of Supreme Elder Wei You.

How dare he sit there?

Wen Xian clenched his fists gently, a fire igniting within him.

He noticed Lin Fan’s gaze also settled on him, and there was an unmistakable, faint smile on his lips.

What did it mean?

Mockery?

Or provocation?

Interesting. Truly interesting. Someone dares to vie for the title of the sect’s top disciple? Fine, let’s see what you’re capable of.

Wen Xian hadn’t forgotten the occasion.

His focus shifted straight ahead as he ascended to the highest point, where the Sect Leader awaited him with a smile.

Wen Xian felt secretly triumphant.

With the Sect Leader’s backing, he feared no one.

"Disciple Wen Xian greets the Sect Leader." Wen Xian knelt on one knee.

The Sect Leader rose, slowly approaching him, lifting his hand as if plucking something from the heavens. A flame descended from the sky, landing in his palm before gently touching Wen Xian’s shoulders and the crown of his head.

"Good. Rise. The Immortal Fire which reforges the Three Fires marks the completion of the True Disciple Ceremony," the Sect Leader declared, his voice echoing clearly to everyone present.

Wen Xian stood, now beside the Sect Leader.

To the disciples below, the two figures standing together exuded an almost blinding radiance, a divinity that invoked awe and reverence.

The visiting representatives from other sects whispered amongst themselves.

"Impressive. It seems Master Bai holds this True Disciple in high regard. If nothing unexpected happens, this young man will likely become the next Sect Leader of the Taiwu Immortal Sect."

"Haha, not necessarily. In this world, anything can happen. We’ve lived long enough—what haven’t we seen?"

"Still, it’s clear Master Bai has invited all the sects here to witness this, paving the road for this youngster."

"A Ninth Grade Spirit Root is indeed extraordinary, though not entirely rare. Cultivating to the Unity Realm in just ten years—Taiwu Immortal Sect has undoubtedly expended vast resources on him."

"Look at the sect’s vitality. It’s weaker now than it was decades ago when I last visited. It seems they’ve siphoned some of their fortune to aid him—bold move."

These were experienced figures, their insights sharp and penetrating.

They easily discerned the underlying details.

A prodigy who could achieve such heights purely through their own cultivation and innate talent would be unimaginably terrifying—such individuals weren’t merely gifted but blessed with immense cosmic fortune.

Regrettably.

Such earth-shaking beings were exceedingly rare.

How many could emerge in an era?

But if one did appear, they’d undoubtedly be a luminary fit to dominate their time.

"Friends, thank you for attending the True Disciple Ceremony. Would you accompany me to meet the younger disciples?"

The Sect Leader approached the gathering of grand elders from various sects, inviting them to meet his disciples.

One purpose was to showcase the Taiwu Immortal Sect’s strength in discipleship.

Another was to familiarize disciples with these senior figures, ensuring future interactions outside the sect wouldn’t result in any misunderstandings.

"Very well. Let’s go take a look."

"I’m curious to see if these juniors are as promising as we were in our youth."

"Haha."

In the distance.

Lin Fan pondered something.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him.

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