Chapter 91 Lin Fan, a Really Black-Hearted Man

Chapter 91: Lin Fan, Whose Heart Is Truly Dark

“Junior Brother, I didn’t expect you to be even better at cooking than your Senior Sister.”

Su Rou smiled sweetly, her voluptuous figure trembling, creating an infinitely enchanting and alluring sight.

She picked up a piece of fish from the pot; it was fragrant, glowed with a beautiful light, melted in her mouth, and a surge of vital Qi rushed into her limbs, making her feel utterly comfortable.

The others quickly picked up their chopsticks, full of praise, and in the end, the entire mountain-sized fish was completely eaten, not a single bit left.

“That was truly comfortable!” The group exclaimed, initially thinking that their experience would be tense and dangerous, but with their Junior Brother, it was relaxed and enjoyable, like a vacation.

“Junior Brother, thank you for earlier.” Jin Lingxiao stepped forward to express his gratitude, very solemnly.

If Lin Fan hadn’t acted, he would have almost been successfully ambushed and nearly eliminated from the Small World.

Failure was secondary; losing face was the real issue. With so many people watching from the outside, getting his jade token shattered right after entering would have been terrible to even imagine.

Furthermore, within this Small World, there was a strong suppression on foreign beings, from Divine Power to Divine Sense, similar to various areas of the Spirit Realm, where everyone could only exert Spiritual Transformation Realm strength.

“Senior Brother Jin, it’s a small matter. We are all fellow disciples; it’s nothing.” Lin Fan blinked his large eyes, showing great loyalty.

At this moment, having eaten and drunk his fill, he patted his small belly, lay on a soft patch of grass by the lake, and chewed on a wild blade of grass, feeling indescribably content.

“Junior Brother, are we just going to rest here? Aren’t you afraid that other forces will scavenge all the Opportunities?”

Another Senior Brother, Feng Yu, asked, clearly treating Lin Fan as their leader, ready to obey his every command. The entire group from the Butian Sect who had entered was the same.

In battles of the same Realm, there was no doubt that the Primal were the kings here, holding a dominant position.

Thus, Lin Fan, with his Spiritual Transformation Realm Great Perfection cultivation, was the strongest in the entire team, capable of sweeping aside everything. Only Prodigies who were also Primal could contend with him.

Even Saintess Yue Chan couldn’t, as her current Realm had not yet reached Spiritual Transformation Realm Perfection, and she was not an opponent for the heirs of other Teachings.

Looking at the doubts cast by his Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, Lin Fan was not flustered at all. He cunningly said, “How tiring is it to painstakingly search for Treasures? It’s better to just snatch them directly!”

“Uh…”

Everyone was stunned. This was very much like their Junior Brother—fierce as a wild horse.

“Hey, you fellow, take it easy. Although we have many people, we can’t withstand being surrounded by a group.” Yue Chan warned.

Her long eyelashes fluttered as her gem-like eyes blinked, like the twinkling Milky Way in the sky, beautiful, brilliant, and very lively.

“Fool, who said I was going to openly loot them?” Lin Fan stood up and tapped Yue Chan’s fair forehead, making her almost cry from the pain.

But before she could react, Lin Fan’s Divine Power surged, his aura blazing, and patterns appeared on his body, densely covering and intertwining.

The next moment, he had already changed his appearance: his whole body was golden and radiant, he was much taller, his long hair had disappeared, and his head was smooth and shiny.

“Golden Cicada!”

Everyone was greatly surprised, recognizing this appearance as belonging to the Primal of the Western Sect.

“What is this?” Yue Chan lightly covered her forehead, temporarily forgetting the pain, curious as to why he was transforming into someone else.

“Amitabha, Donor Yue Chan, men and women should not be intimate. Please stay away from this humble monk.” Lin Fan’s magnetic voice spoke, his demeanor solemn, like a Vajra Bodhisattva, sacred and inviolable.

Yue Chan’s pretty face first darkened, then lit up with excitement. She immediately understood what this fellow was going to do: act under an enemy’s face and shift the blame.

“Junior Brother, your heart is truly dark!” She could already imagine Golden Cicada’s fate of being ganged up on, definitely miserable and furious, with disaster striking for no reason.

“Amitabha, Female Donor, you are mistaken. This humble monk’s name is Tang Sanzang, and I am Golden Cicada’s elder brother. I am not dark at all; I am golden and radiant.”

Lin Fan’s expression was solemn, without joy or sorrow. Standing there, he was like a virtuous and eminent monk, benevolent and sacred, his radiance illuminating the human world.

“Pfft…” A group of people couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

They had all seen Golden Cicada before, and when calm, he was precisely like this, just missing a monk’s robe and a golden lamp—a perfect replication.

Subsequently, Lin Fan indeed changed into a monk’s robe and held a Divine lamp, as if he had planned it all along, having everything ready.

“Now, even if Golden Cicada of the Western Sect had seven or eight mouths, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself.”

Yue Chan instantly understood the answer: why her Junior Brother didn’t directly use Golden Cicada’s name was because the mix of truth and falsehood made it harder to distinguish.

“Should I also transform into the Demonic Woman?” She couldn’t help but think, smiling happily like a blooming flower.

After a moment of hesitation, Yue Chan finally shook her head. She didn’t want to transform into the appearance of her arch-rival; it would be too demeaning. Wouldn’t it make people think her appearance was inferior to the other party’s?

A few days later, the Butian Sect and others delved deeper into the Small World, spreading out to search for other sects’ cultivators in the vicinity.

Soon, Lin Fan received news, discovering traces of a faction 300 miles to the east.

“Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger.”

“Pagoda suppresses the River Demon.”

The two exchanged secret codes, and Jin Lingxiao relaxed. This was truly his Junior Brother; they nodded to each other.

It turned out that to differentiate themselves and prevent the Butian Sect members from encountering the real Golden Cicada, avoiding misunderstandings, everyone had specially arranged a secret code.

“How is it, Senior Brother Jin?” Lin Fan asked.

“They are from the Golden Crow Teachings, and there are twelve of them, not fewer than our numbers.” Jin Lingxiao said, having transformed back into his human form, revealing the information he had gathered.

“Hmph, what a narrow escape! It’s actually those beasts from the Golden Crow Teachings. We must severely defeat them later; don’t hold back.” Feng Yu said indignantly.

“Oh, does Senior Brother have a grudge with these people from the Golden Crow Teachings?” Lin Fan asked curiously, squinting his eyes and touching his smooth, bald head, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

“Junior Brother, you don’t know, but the Golden Crow Teachings’ overall strength is not as good as our Butian Sect’s, but they are afraid of our Sect dominating Butian State, so they often make small moves behind our backs…”

Feng Yu explained that the two Teachings had friction. Once, a Senior Brother with extraordinary talent was harmed by someone from that Teaching while cultivating outside.

Moreover, the beings of this Teaching were powerful Golden Dragons and Sparrows, with violent, cruel, and bloodthirsty natures, and they had caused much trouble in Butian State, harming myriad races.

However, because the Old Ancestor of that Teaching was a Great Power who had lived since ancient times, with extremely powerful and terrifying cultivation, the weaker tribes had always dared not speak out in anger.

“So that’s how it is. It seems we truly have a narrow escape… Let’s go for it!”

Lin Fan’s mouth curved slightly. When he thought of the true forms of that group, which were pure-blooded ancient ferocious birds, the Golden Dragon Sparrows, he couldn’t help but swallow.

The Butian Sect disciples were stunned. Observing his expression, they knew that their Junior Brother was hungry again!

However, it had to be said that ever since they followed their Junior Brother, they ate nine meals a day, and every meal was extraordinary and incredibly delicious.

If it weren’t for the Realm suppression here, relying on the vast vital Qi from the flesh and blood Treasure medicine would have been enough to raise their cultivation by a small stage.

Everyone also went from not understanding at first, to being confused, and then to truly enjoying it!

“Junior Brother, what a Treasure Trove boy!”