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Chapter 218 - 0215: Sect Leader Bullies Me

Chapter 218: Chapter 0215: Sect Leader Bullies Me

Wen Xian froze in place, the once bright world gradually turning gray. The bustle he had heard earlier dissipated into silence, leaving not a single sound.

He could only watch Lin Fan banter cheerfully with the elders of the Immortal Sects.

From time to time, Lin Fan’s shoulder was casually patted.

He didn’t know what Lin Fan was saying, nor what the elders were laughing about.

But...

He suddenly realized that every face had turned vile, as if donning the masks of devils, mocking him, ridiculing him without restraint.

His chest heaved fiercely.

It felt as though his heart might explode.

Then, he heard a voice in his ears—someone seemed to be calling him.

"Wen Xian junior brother... Wen Xian junior brother..."

"Ah!"

Wen Xian snapped back to reality, the silent world disappearing, and the grotesque faces of the crowd restored to their usual appearances.

Lin Fan lightly patted Wen Xian’s shoulder. "Today is my junior brother’s True Disciple Ceremony. Since the True Disciples of the Immortal Sect are gathered, why not meet some of my other junior brothers? They’ve admired all the elders here deeply."

"Certainly."

"Certainly."

"Since it’s Lin Daoist friend’s suggestion, naturally we should take a look."

The attendees were formidable figures from various sects, addressing Lin Fan as "Daoist friend," reflecting a clear distinction of status.

Wen Xian roared internally.

How could it turn out like this?

Today was supposed to be his True Disciple Ceremony, the moment he basked in the limelight, yet how had all the attention been diverted?

He glanced at the Sect Leader, hoping for intervention.

But the Sect Leader seemed equally bewildered.

He simply couldn’t wrap his head around the situation.

How did this brat know so many bigshots? And how did he get involved with the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion as well?

In the distance.

At the True Disciple seating area.

Low voices murmured among the disciples, shocked by the anomaly unfolding nearby.

Wen Xian stood there, silent, while Lin Fan appeared alarmingly familiar with the Immortal Sect VIPs.

The most baffling part was Lin Fan casually patting Wen Xian’s shoulder every now and then.

Under normal circumstances...

That would have been utterly impossible.

The rivalry between Wen Xian and Lin Fan meant he wouldn’t allow Lin Fan any advantage.

At that moment.

Lin Fan led the group of sect elders toward the True Disciples’ area.

Wen Xian hurriedly exclaimed, "Sect Leader, this..."

"We’ll talk later." The Sect Leader waved his hand dismissively, his emotions deeply conflicted, unable to sort through it all. "Come now, follow me."

Ye Donglai exclaimed in astonishment, "Everyone, Brother Lin is bringing the elders over. Isn’t today meant to be Wen Xian’s True Disciple Ceremony, where he dominates the spotlight? Why has it turned into this?"

"But none of that matters anymore—stand quickly and greet them."

A classic fence-sitter, Ye Donglai wanted to maintain good relations with both sides.

Though he ostensibly sided with Wen Xian, he eagerly called Lin Fan "Brother Lin" with considerable enthusiasm. In this world, seniority wasn’t about who joined the sect earlier—it was about how lofty your backing was.

If Lin Fan refused the title, Ye Donglai wouldn’t accept it either.

The True Disciples exchanged glances.

From their eye contact, it was clear they were puzzled, unable to grasp the unfolding situation.

They rose, despite their confusion.

In the presence of esteemed Immortal Path elders, remaining seated would surely earn them a wrathful lesson from the Sect Leader.

"Daoist friends, these are my junior brothers, the True Disciples of the Taiwu Immortal Sect."

"Junior brothers, hurry and pay respects to the elders."

"When you venture out in the future, show respect to the elders you meet. In times of trouble, they can lend you a helping hand."

Lin Fan carried himself casually, his demeanor resembling that of the Sect Leader of the Taiwu Immortal Sect.

Meanwhile,

His words stunned the True Disciples.

What was Lin Fan’s deal? How could he seem so familiar with the elders?

Yet now that the esteemed elders were present...

They couldn’t act disobediently.

"Greetings to the elders," the True Disciples said respectfully, bowing with clasped hands.

"Excellent. As expected of the Taiwu Immortal Sect’s True Disciples. Every one of them is a dragon among men, their destiny intertwined with greatness. Without a doubt, they’ll ascend to immortality someday."

"Indeed."

"The True Disciples of the Taiwu Immortal Sect are truly outstanding."

The elders lavished them with praise, their power to commend juniors staggering, with seemingly no shortcomings to speak of.

As for why they were so courteous to Lin Fan...

It wasn’t solely due to Gong Mo from the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land’s deference to Lin Fan.

Rather, it was Lin Fan’s ties to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was shrouded in mystery—no one knew how many experts they had, nor how vast their powers were. But their ability to establish themselves in their domain and enforce rules upon Immortal, Demon, and Monster alike spoke volumes.

It was proof...

Of the Pavilion’s vast influence.

Wen Xian stood silently, his mood in shambles.

Defeated.

This time, he had lost.

What should’ve been his time in the spotlight had been unceremoniously snatched away.

Huang Jiujiu’s eyes sparkled like tiny stars.

Though she said nothing, her gaze was telling—it was brimming with admiration for her master, utterly worshipful. "Amazing! So amazing! Squee squeak..."

The Sect Leader sighed, sensing things were wrapping up. "Daoist friends, the ceremony has concluded—please proceed. Luncheon has been prepared for everyone."

He could no longer hold back.

The Sect Leader saw Wen Xian’s dejected expression and felt a pang of helplessness.

It wasn’t that the Sect Leader didn’t want Wen Xian in the spotlight.

But when faced with Lin Fan as his opponent, even the Sect Leader couldn’t fully comprehend Lin Fan.

As the elders followed the Sect Leader to lunch, Wen Xian finally exhaled a sigh of relief.

How exhausting.

To him, the situation had been pure torment.

A torment as if his life were on the line.

He wished desperately to leave—but was trapped here, wondering if such a situation could even be considered humane.

He hadn’t spoken a single word the entire time.

Not because he didn’t want to speak, but because he hadn’t even found an opening to do so.

The Sect Leader led the elders away.

Ye Donglai immediately sidled up to Lin Fan. "Brother Lin, are you really familiar with these elders?"

He saw the elders showing exceptional respect for Brother Lin.

It was unimaginable.

If it had been him in Lin Fan’s place, the elders wouldn’t have paid him any attention—might not even have taken him seriously.

"More or less, all acquaintances to varying degrees," Lin Fan replied nonchalantly.

"Acquaintances to varying degrees"—the phrase was apt.

Ye Donglai was inwardly astonished.

At the same time, he recalibrated his understanding of Lin Fan’s status.

Unbelievable.

Within the sect, Lin Fan had the Supreme Elder as his backing. Outside, he was familiar with so many luminaries. Ye Donglai couldn’t have imagined it if not for today’s True Disciple Ceremony.

The rest of the True Disciples were crystal clear.

They had initially believed Wen Xian could suppress Lin Fan.

But now, it was clear—suppress him? What a joke. From start to finish, Wen Xian’s sole truly impressive moment was his stylish ascent to the stage; afterward, he was a mere bystander, not uttering a single word.

Since the gathering was a luncheon with the elders,

The Sect Leader naturally attended, accompanied by the sect’s elders.

At the luncheon, Lin Fan was all smiles, mingling with ease.

In contrast, Wen Xian sat silently, sulking in the corner.

Afterwards,

It’s unclear which True Disciple found Wen Xian insufferable and leaked the embarrassing events.

Wen Xian was overshadowed by Lin Fan.

And it had been during his own True Disciple Ceremony.

Meanwhile.

Lin Fan stood before two people.

One was his mother, and the other was the expressionless Sect Leader.

"Senior Sister, what’s with this? Wen Xian’s True Disciple Ceremony was supposed to be his chance to establish authority within the sect, but now that it’s been disrupted, what should we do?" The Sect Leader sounded calm but betraying subtle displeasure.

Yes.

Though I’m not blaming you now, I still blame you internally.

Wei You sneered in dissatisfaction:

"What’s wrong with that? If he can establish authority, why can’t my son? Besides, what does any of this have to do with my son? If his friends show up, how could he ignore them? And it was done properly—it benefited the sect. What could that boy possibly bring to the table?"

With his mother present, Lin Fan had no place to speak.

She didn’t hesitate to rebuke the Sect Leader, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Senior Sister, you can’t put it that way. This matter is originally..."

But before he could finish.

"Originally what? What more is there to say? Junior Brother, I’ve never seen someone like you in my entire life. Ninth Grade Spirit Root—so what? And what about my Spirit Root back in the day? Could you even compare? Did everyone fawn over me like they do with him now?"

"No."

"Cultivation requires relying on one’s own efforts, step by step climbing to the summit."

"He’s been enhanced using the sect’s resources; what’s there to be proud of? My son can forge ties with the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land and gain favor from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion—that’s earned by his own merit. What are you fussing about?"

Wei You’s pointed words hit deep.

The Sect Leader was left speechless.

Mouth agape, he struggled to respond, unsure what to say.

Wei You continued relentlessly, "My son didn’t humiliate him. Lin Fan ensured the elders remembered him. And now you come to me with grievances? Don’t you think you’re getting more muddled with age?"

"Mother, let it go. The Sect Leader is getting older, so it’s normal for his thinking to be less clear than yours. A few hiccups are understandable," Lin Fan interjected.

"What did you just say?" The Sect Leader glared furiously, feeling insulted by Lin Fan’s comment about his age and poor judgment.

Lin Fan shrank back timidly. "Mother, he’s scolding me."

Wei You snapped angrily, "Well done, Bai Qiu. You’ve grown bolder—can’t resolve your own issues, so now you want to yell at my son? Do you need a beating?"

The Sect Leader blinked in frustration, feeling helpless.

What a brat.

With such a powerful backer, Lin Fan clearly didn’t care about respecting his position as Sect Leader.

Lin Fan smiled faintly, seemingly offering goodwill to the Sect Leader.

But...

To the Sect Leader, it was nothing short of mockery.

At this moment, Lin Fan said, "Sect Leader, rest assured—I’ll take good care of Junior Brother Wen Xian. He’s just come out of seclusion and still isn’t fully acquainted with the sect. Ye Donglai has been at his side, so I’m sure he’ll get comfortable soon."

"Oh, right, Elder Gong from the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land hasn’t left yet—I still need to escort him around the sect grounds."

"Mother, your son shall take his leave."

Lin Fan scurried away swiftly.

He hadn’t expected the True Disciple Ceremony to let him steal the show.

This feeling was quite enjoyable.

Hopefully, there’d be more opportunities like this in the future.

He’d welcome them all.