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Chapter 217 - 0214: Things Shouldn’t Be Like This

Chapter 217: Chapter 0214: Things Shouldn’t Be Like This

"Presumably, this must be Junior Brother Lin? Truly a dragon among men. After ten years in seclusion, the first name I heard upon emerging was Junior Brother Lin’s. I’ve been eager to meet you."

Wen Xian’s expression remained unchanged, but his tone made it obvious—he was furious.

Because you took my seat.

Fence-sitter Ye Donglai said nothing. In situations like this, he preferred to observe quietly and see how the two would clash.

But he couldn’t help but admire.

Elder Brother Wen Xian was indeed impressive. By striking first and addressing Lin Fan as "Junior Brother," he cleverly claimed the verbal high ground, asserting himself as the Taiwu Immortal Sect’s top True Disciple.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "And you must be Junior Brother Wen? Truly dashing and imposing. Emerging after ten years of seclusion must mean you’re ready to soar into the heavens and astonish everyone. Likewise, I’ve been eager to meet you."

The atmosphere around them grew somewhat stifling.

The two were seemingly dueling with words, but the killing intent embedded in their voices was palpable.

Also... why did they sound so eerily similar?

"Junior Brother Lin, you’re too kind."

"Junior Brother Wen, you’re too modest."

Lin Fan and Wen Xian locked eyes. Neither backed down, as if engaging in some kind of silent, bloodless war.

Ye Zhen Tian’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Interesting.

Let them have at it.

As for the other True Disciples, they were quite pleased to watch the drama unfold. After all, Wen Xian had been an overwhelming presence, weighing on them like a mountain they couldn’t lift.

But now Lin Fan was sparring with Wen Xian.

Finally, a fair match.

One had the support of the Sect Leader.

The other had the backing of the Supreme Elder.

Let’s see who comes out on top in the end.

Just as Wen Xian was about to say something, Lin Fan quickly interjected, "Junior Brother Wen, today is your True Disciple ceremony. Why remain standing? There’s just enough room beside me; I specially saved a seat for you. Please have a seat."

"No need, Junior Brother. Once the elders of the various sects arrive, standing will suffice." Wen Xian refused to sit down.

If he were to sit, it would signal that he’d already lost.

At this moment.

Laughter echoed from afar.

The Sect Leader was arriving, accompanied by the elders of the various sects. But when the Sect Leader saw Wen Xian standing off to the side, and upon closer inspection, realized what had happened, a flicker of displeasure crossed his mind. Sure enough, that rascal had seized the spot again.

Though annoyed, he ultimately decided to let it go.

After all, the Senior Sister was fiercely protective of her people, and with representatives from all the major sects present, it wouldn’t do to put on a ridiculous display for them.

With a quick flick of his eyes, a plan formed. "Wen Xian, come meet the esteemed elders."

Hearing the Sect Leader’s call, Wen Xian promptly replied, then shot a glance at Lin Fan. The look spoke volumes: Enjoy your little victory there.

Oh, the smug twist of his lips—the audacity! It was so outrageously entertaining.

The surrounding True Disciples felt Lin Fan was now at a disadvantage.

Today was Wen Xian’s True Disciple ceremony, a grand occasion with all the attention centered on him. It wouldn’t be so easy to outshine or outmaneuver him.

"Sect Leader." Wen Xian arrived at the Sect Leader’s side, his nerves slightly frayed. After all, he’d soon be meeting the elders from many prestigious sects—a far cry from the pressure-free atmosphere of a casual gathering.

Moreover, the Sect Leader was about to introduce him to these elders.

From now on, if he ever visited these sects, he would be representing the entire Taiwu Immortal Sect.

"Everyone, this is our sect’s disciple, Wen Xian. After ten years of cultivation, he has already reached the Unity Realm. Wen Xian, hurry up and pay your respects to the elders," the Sect Leader announced.

Suppressing his excitement, Wen Xian cupped his fists and greeted, "Wen Xian pays his respects to the esteemed elders."

"Marvelous, truly extraordinary. Master Bai, your Taiwu Immortal Sect has unearthed a treasure! Ten years to achieve the Unity Realm—before long, it seems you’ll have another True Immortal among your ranks."

"Indeed, excellent. Simply outstanding."

"If only my own disciples were so remarkable, this old man would have no regrets."

The elders from the various sects heaped praise generously, without any hesitation.

Perfectly flattering, never leaving the slightest room for discomfort.

The Sect Leader’s face radiated joy.

Wen Xian felt a thrill course through his heart, as if he might float away. The praise from these accomplished elders was exhilarating beyond compare.

Reflecting on his earlier spat with Lin Fan seemed utterly pointless now.

What was even the point of competing with him?

I, Wen Xian, am destined to become a Sect Leader.

And now, thanks to this brush with the esteemed elders’ favor, I’ve achieved something no other disciple could dream of.

Just then.

A figure interrupted Wen Xian’s moment of triumph and left the Sect Leader momentarily stunned.

"Mr. Lin," a voice called out.

Lin Fan looked up, recognizing the familiar face.

"Mr. Gong, what brings you here?"

To his surprise, Gong Mo had come. He certainly hadn’t expected this.

Gong Mo, an Elder of the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land, wasn’t particularly powerful, currently at the Unity Realm.

But it wasn’t hard to understand.

The Taiwu Immortal Sect’s True Disciple ceremony was important but didn’t warrant extraordinary attention. Sending a representative with a gift sufficed; there was no need for the Holy Master or Supreme Elder to attend.

Thus, sending an Elder fit the occasion perfectly.

"Hahaha, it’s been a while. I didn’t expect you to be back in the sect, Mr. Lin. The Holy Master thought to send someone to attend your ceremony, and I volunteered when I learned you’d be here. I didn’t know I’d actually run into you," Gong Mo said with a smile, though the memory of a certain dark incident involving his posterior still lingered painfully in his mind.

Lin Fan chuckled. "Thank you for coming. This is my Junior Brother Wen Xian. Though young, his cultivation is truly extraordinary. Perhaps you can put in some good words for us when you return."

"Oh, Mr. Lin, how could I not? Rest assured, I shall sing praises aplenty. Of course, Mr. Lin, your own achievements are equally impressive. At the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land... oh no, I almost let something slip. Mr. Lin, you must promise to keep this confidential," Gong Mo said, laughing.

"Not a problem, not a problem. Your secret is safe with me," Lin Fan replied.

Gong Mo sighed, "Truly, what a legacy. With a senior like Mr. Lin and a junior disciple so brilliant, the Taiwu Immortal Sect’s future is limitless!"

"Master Bai, congratulations!

"Ah?" The Sect Leader was dumbfounded. What was happening? How did this rascal come to know Elder Gong of the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land? And they seemed quite familiar with each other, too.

But with his seasoned composure, he masked his shock and quickly responded.

"You’re too kind, Elder Gong."

Lin Fan patted Wen Xian’s shoulder and said, "Junior Brother Wen, Elder Gong here is no minor figure. Next time, perhaps I’ll take you to visit the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land and enjoy its sights. The scenery there is truly breathtaking."

"If I’m unavailable, you can go on your own. I’m sure Elder Gong will take good care of you."

Gong Mo interjected, "Mr. Lin, you jest. As long as he’s your Junior Brother, I will make sure to treat him well. Otherwise, wouldn’t you come after me?"

"Hahaha." Lin Fan laughed and then said, "Junior Brother Wen, stop standing there stupefied. Quickly thank Elder Gong for his generosity."

At this moment, Wen Xian was utterly dumbfounded.

What the hell?!

Things just weren’t adding up here.

"Thank you, Elder Gong," Wen Xian said reluctantly, as if he had swallowed a fly, forcing himself to express gratitude.

The other sect leaders present were all intrigued yet indifferent. After all, Gong Mo’s cultivation was only in the Unity Realm, far beneath their level of concern.

Wen Xian consoled himself similarly.

What’s the big deal about Lin Fan knowing a minor elder from the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land? It’s not like he’s a major figure. I, Wen Xian, can handle this.

But just then.

An elderly man stepped forward, cupped his hands, and greeted, "Master Lin."

That simple title sent ripples of shock through the crowd.

This old man was no ordinary figure—he was a True Immortal from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion rarely interacted with the major sects and maintained business dealings with immortals, demons, and beasts alike. They avoided entangling themselves in sectarian conflicts to keep things simple.

Their presence at the ceremony had already been surprising, as the Sect Leader himself hadn’t extended them an invitation, knowing they typically avoided such events. So when a representative arrived uninvited, it had been puzzling.

And now?

Hearing this man address Lin Fan as "Master Lin?"

The Sect Leader suddenly found himself with a sinking feeling.

"And you are?" Lin Fan asked, clearly unfamiliar with the man.

The elder replied, "Master Lin, I represent the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Though the Taiwu Immortal Sect did not officially invite us, upon learning of your connection to the sect, the Pavilion Master personally sent me to extend congratulations for your Junior Brother’s True Disciple ceremony."

"How thoughtful, truly thoughtful. Please convey my thanks to your Pavilion Master," Lin Fan said warmly, though internally he was reeling. *Good heavens, the universe insists I finish delivering this façade perfectly, doesn’t it?*

His initial intent had been just to annoy Wen Xian a little.

Never had he imagined it would escalate to this scale.

The Sect Leader, now feeling thoroughly bewildered, forced himself to ask, "Mr. Zhang, what connection does your esteemed Pavilion have with my disciple? And why the title ’Master Lin’?"

The elder smiled knowingly and replied, "Master Bai, Master Lin is one of our Pavilion’s most esteemed guests. As for the details, I’m afraid I cannot disclose them."

At this moment, the Sect Leader’s mind went completely blank.

But he wasn’t alone. The other sect leaders present were equally dumbfounded.

"One of their most esteemed guests?"

This was no ordinary claim.

Even they hadn’t earned such a title.

Lin Fan clapped Wen Xian on the back, saying, "Mr. Zhang, this here is my Junior Brother Wen Xian. Having emerged from ten years of seclusion, he might not yet be familiar with the world outside. Should he visit the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion in the future, I hope you can guide him."

"Of course. And Master Lin, you may not yet know that our Pavilion Master has declared special treatment for Taiwu Immortal Sect disciples. Should they come to our Pavilion, they are entitled to a 10% discount. As for you, Master Lin, you personally enjoy complimentary access to any item."

"This is the other reason for my visit—to deliver this message personally."

The elder spoke with calm authority. Despite his high cultivation level and status, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion had its own rules, and he knew well the importance of addressing Lin Fan with proper respect.

The gathered crowd was stunned, staring at Lin Fan in disbelief.

What kind of connection did he have with the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion?

To merit such unprecedented privileges?

Unreal. Unfathomable.

A perfect summation of the situation:

The world has a finite amount of flair, and Lin Fan alone possessed nine-tenths of it. The elder held 0.5-tenths, while Wen Xian and the Sect Leader had to share the remaining 0.5-tenths.

And even that paltry measure was granted solely from their position on the steps below.