21: The name of Taixuan Immortal Sect, the temptation of immortality

On the arena, the dust settled.

Lin Fan, clad in a green robe, stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

The five elements source crystal was already in his possession.

His heart was burning with anticipation; he wished he had wings to immediately fly back to Great Chu and present this treasure to his Master, helping his Junior Sister Nanny forge an unrivaled Dao foundation.

"Are you leaving already?"

A clear, feminine voice, tinged with a hint of resentment and reluctance, sounded from behind him.

Lin Fan turned around to see Great Qin's eldest princess, Princess Ying An'ge, standing gracefully, her beautiful eyes glistening, on the verge of tears.

Her delicate appearance was truly pitiable.

"Your Highness," Lin Fan cupped his hands, his tone flat, "I have important matters to attend to and cannot stay long."

Just kidding, women only slow down my cultivation speed! My Junior Sister's Dao path is the top priority!

Princess Ying An'ge bit her red lip lightly, the mist in her eyes growing thicker: "You... do you dislike me that much? You don't even want to stay for one more day?"

She had been pampered since childhood; when had she ever been treated like this?

This man before her, despite winning the championship, completely ignored her, the pearl of Great Qin, and only wished to leave.

This filled her heart with both grievance and... an indescribable stirring.

"Father!" Princess Ying An'ge, seeing Lin Fan unmoved, stomped her foot, her beautiful eyes turning to Ying Zheng on the high platform, a cry in her voice, "You... you're just going to let him go like that?"

On the high platform, Great Qin's Emperor, Ying Zheng, had a serene expression, his profound gaze sweeping over Lin Fan, a mysterious smile playing on the corner of his lips.

How could he not see through his daughter's little schemes?

However, compared to romantic entanglements, he was more interested in this young man and the Sect behind him.

He ignored his daughter's pouting and slowly walked down the high platform, his steps like a Dragon's, exuding an inherent imperial aura of unapproachable majesty.

"Young friend, wait."

Ying Zheng's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Lin Fan frowned slightly, stopping his steps, thinking to himself: What is this old man... bah, what is this Great Qin Emperor trying to pull?

"May I know what instruction Your Majesty has for me?"

Ying Zheng's gaze was like a torch: "Young friend, at such a young age, you possess such astonishing cultivation, and your fist technique is even more unfathomable. I am very curious, where did you inherit your skills from?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

Countless gazes focused on Lin Fan, filled with scrutiny and curiosity.

Yes! What was this kid's background anyway?

One punch, one opponent down; it was simply outrageous!

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan straightened his back, a look of genuine pride and reverence appearing on his face.

He declared loudly: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I am a Disciple of the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect!"

Tai Xuan Immortal Sect!

These four words exploded in everyone's ears like a clap of thunder from a clear sky!

"Tai Xuan Immortal Sect?"

"What Sect? Never heard of it!"

"Within the Nine Great Dynasties, there doesn't seem to be a Sect by that name, does there?"

In the crowd, discussions erupted, filled with doubt and confusion.

Just then, a sharp and untimely voice came from the crowd:

"Something's not right!"

A shifty-eyed Martial Artist with a goatee pointed at Lin Fan and shouted loudly:

"Everyone, don't you find it strange? From beginning to end, there's not a single ripple of Internal Energy detected from this kid!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like throwing salt into a boiling oil pot.

"Hiss! Now that you mention it, it's true!"

"I didn't feel any True Qi flowing through him either!"

"Could it be... this martial arts competition for marriage is rigged?!"

"It must be! Otherwise, how could he possibly knock down those well-known Masters with a single punch!"

Instantly, doubts arose, and the crowd was incensed, looking as if they were about to expose Lin Fan on the spot.

Seeing this, Princess Ying An'ge's pretty face turned pale, her heart anxious, but she didn't know how to defend him.

Ying Zheng's brows also furrowed slightly, but he did not speak. He wanted to see how Lin Fan would handle this.

Facing the accusations of thousands, Lin Fan merely sneered, a look of arrogance and disdain appearing on his face.

His gaze was as if he was looking at a group of... frogs at the bottom of a well.

"Heh."

He surveyed his surroundings, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"I cultivate the Immortal Dao, while you all merely cultivate the Martial Dao. How can a firefly contend with the bright moon?"

"A bunch of ants, do you even qualify to question this Seat?"

"You are simply frogs at the bottom of a well, unaware of the vastness of the world!"

Immortal Dao?!

Boom!

These two words, like a Heavenly God's thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens, struck everyone's heads!

The entire training ground instantly fell into a deathly silence!

One could hear a pin drop!

Everyone's eyes were wide, their mouths agape, as if they had been struck by a body-fixing spell, standing frozen on the spot.

Their minds were blank.

Immortal... Immortal Dao?

What is that?

Never heard of it! Never seen it!

Is this kid out of his mind?

Or... is there really such a thing in this world, the legendary... Immortal that only exists in myths?

After a brief silence, the crowd completely erupted!

"Immortal Dao? He... he said he cultivates the Immortal Dao?!"

"What a joke! There are no Immortals in this world!"

"I think he's scared silly and talking nonsense!"

"But... how do you explain his bizarre and unfathomable strength?"

"If not for Immortal arts, could mundane martial arts possess such power?"

Doubt, shock, disbelief, curiosity... all kinds of emotions intertwined in everyone's hearts.

Ying Zheng's pupils also contracted sharply!

Immortal Dao!

As the Emperor of Great Qin, he was well-read and had naturally seen fragmented words about "Immortal" in some obscure ancient Incomplete Manuals.

However, it was too ethereal, and he had always dismissed it as nonsense.

But today, this young man before him brazenly declared that he cultivated the Immortal Dao!

And then linking that to his incredible strength...

A monstrous wave surged in Ying Zheng's heart!

Could it be... that in this world, there truly exists... Immortal arts that transcend the Martial Dao?!

Meanwhile, Lin Fan no longer paid attention to the clamor of those mortals.

He had already made public the name of the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect and the concept of the Immortal Dao.

If his Master, that old man, knew, he would definitely praise me... right?

Who cares!

Lin Fan was about to pack up and leave, planning to return to the Sect to see his Junior Sister whom he had never met, and bring her a big gift, which his Master would probably be very happy about.

Suddenly! Three terrifying auras locked onto Lin Fan. The ordinary Martial Artists present were all pressured to the ground.

Ying Zheng's expression changed drastically! He whispered, "Imperial Uncle, was that your doing!"

"Heh heh, not just me, there are also two Heavenly Gods from Great Chu and Great Gan. Immortal, what a wonderful word. I never thought I, Ying Wu, would also have the chance to come into contact with such an existence."

Ying Zheng's face was ashen, and he continued to whisper, "Foolish! It's fine if there are no Immortals, but if there really are Immortals..."

He remembered where Lin Fan said he came from just now.

Tai Xuan Immortal Sect!

He's not just one! This is a group!