225: See you Ying Huanhuan, on a mission! 【Seeking follow-up reading】

While the entire Desolate Hall was in an uproar, two days passed in a flash.

During these two days, Lin Fan remained with his eyes tightly shut, no more blood flowing from the corners of his eyes. However, a faint gray line appeared between his eyebrows.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a buzzing sound emanated from the stone tablet.

Then, the crowd in the Martial Arts Hall saw a brilliant gray light shoot out from the black eye on the stone tablet.

That beam of light precisely struck between Lin Fan's eyebrows, connecting perfectly with the gray line there.

“Is it about to transform into an eye?”

Seeing this scene, Gu Mo immediately straightened his body, his pupil-less eyes fixed on the spot between Lin Fan's eyebrows.

Under his gaze, although the gray line continuously wriggled, there was no sign of it splitting open.

“It's this situation again?” Gu Mo couldn't help but frown and murmur when he saw the state of Lin Fan's eyebrows.

Nearly a month ago, when Lin Dong was comprehending the Barren Demon Eye, the situation was very similar to now.

However, it was later confirmed that Lin Dong had indeed mastered the powerful Martial Art of the Barren Demon Eye.

At this moment, the light beam connecting to Lin Fan's eyebrows began to gradually weaken. A moment later, with a 'hiss', it completely dissipated.

And just as that light dissipated, Lin Fan's eyes, which had been closed for two days, slowly opened.

“Did he succeed?” Gu Mo couldn't help but ask.

On one hand, there was Lin Dong's precedent; on the other hand, Lin Fan's comprehension time was too short, only a mere two days.

Gu Mo was a bit uncertain at this point.

“Thank you, Senior Protector. This Disciple was fortunate enough to Cultivate successfully,” Lin Fan stood up, bowed to Gu Mo, and said with a smile.

Lin Fan not only successfully Cultivated the Barren Demon Eye, but also, combining the purifying power of the ancestral stone and his Heaven-Defying Comprehension Ability, he improved the Barren Demon Eye to a certain extent.

The improved Barren Demon Eye, when used, would no longer cause damage to his eyes, and its power was not weakened in the slightest.

“Good, good,” Gu Mo said 'good' twice, feeling very happy in his heart.

“Congratulations, Brother Lin Fan!”

“Congratulations, Brother Lin Fan!”

Lin Dong, Mo Ling, and the others beside them also offered their congratulations to Lin Fan, filled with great admiration for him.

Lin Dong was already a Prodigy, but Lin Fan was even more of a Prodigy than Lin Dong!

Soon, the news of Lin Fan successfully condensing a desolate seed in two days and mastering the Barren Demon Eye once again became a hot topic among the Disciples of the Desolate Hall.

Although Lin Fan rarely showed his face after joining the Desolate Hall, his popularity in the Desolate Hall had already reached first place!

At the same time, many Disciples of the Desolate Hall also privately referred to Lin Fan as the Desolate Hall's number one direct Disciple!

Even Pang Tong, Jiang Hao, Song Zhou, and Fang Yun, the four great direct Disciples, dared not voice any objections to this.

After all, Lin Fan's strength in the Eight Yuan Nirvana Realm, coupled with his status as an Eight-imprint Celestial Inscription Master, was something they could not compare to.

After mastering the Desolate Skill and the Barren Demon Eye, Lin Fan continued to Cultivate methodically, without any complacency despite becoming the number one among the younger generation in the Desolate Hall.

This unassuming attitude made Chen Zhen, Wu Dao, and Gu Mo, along with other high-ranking officials of the Desolate Hall, even more satisfied.

On this day, just as Lin Fan finished Cultivating, Gu Mo informed him that Wu Dao was waiting for him outside.

Lin Fan bid farewell to Gu Mo and left the Martial Arts Hall, soon seeing Wu Dao waiting outside.

“Lin Fan, come here,” Wu Dao called out with a smile when he saw Lin Fan.

Lin Fan walked over, curious, and asked, “Junior Martial Uncle Wu Dao, is there something you need?”

Wu Dao smiled and said, “Yes, this time you need to leave the sect. The higher-ups have a mission for you Disciples to complete. Consider it a trip for experience. You're new, so you don't have to bear much responsibility; just adapt to it.”

“Leaving the sect, huh,” Lin Fan's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but think of something.

“Come with me, I'll first take you to meet your companions for this trip,” Wu Dao smiled at Lin Fan, then turned and flew away.

Lin Fan smiled and quickly followed after him.

The two flew directly out of the mountain range where the Desolate Hall was located, then descended onto a gigantic peak platform to the north.

As he landed, Lin Fan's gaze quickly swept around and he spotted a familiar figure.

At this moment, on that platform, a young girl in white clothes and green trousers was lazily staring at him.

In her bright, large eyes, there was a playful mischievousness, like a Essence Spirit, and a very deeply hidden surprise.

This girl was Ying Huanhuan, who had tried to recruit Lin Fan into the Heavenly Talisman Master Hall but failed, and then gave Lin Fan an arrogant and self-important evaluation.

Sunlight poured down from the sky, turning into specks of light, illuminating the slender and tall figure of the girl on the platform, making her appear extremely dazzling.

Her dark hair was tied into a ponytail that fell to her waist, the tip of the ponytail having a slight curve, radiating a youthful vitality.

Lin Fan's gaze lingered on Ying Huanhuan for a moment, then shifted to the side, where two other men stood proudly.

These two men were tall and had handsome features. One wore white, the other black, and they both exuded an air of grandeur.

In their eyes, as they looked at Lin Fan, there was also a hint of surprise and curiosity.

“Hehe, so the people from the Desolate Hall have arrived,” an old man with white hair, standing in front of Ying Huanhuan and the other two, smiled as he looked at Lin Fan, who had landed on the platform, and said.

Wu Dao smiled and nodded, cupping his hands to the white-haired Elder, and said to Lin Fan, “This is Elder Baihua.”

“This must be Lin Fan, about whom there have been so many rumors recently in your Desolate Hall, right? He is indeed an excellent talent,” the white-haired Elder looked at Lin Fan and smiled.

Lin Fan cupped his hands and said, “Elder, you flatter me.”

The white-haired old man stroked his beard and chuckled, “Not arrogant, not impatient, very good. The Desolate Hall is quite lucky this time.”

“That's right,” Wu Dao laughed heartily, not being modest at all, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

This was a Disciple he personally recruited after discerning his talent with his Wisdom Eye during the Hundred Dynasty War.

The white-haired old man chuckled, then his gaze swept over Lin Fan and the other three, saying, “This time, the four of you will be going out on a mission, with Huanhuan as the leader. As for the exact mission, she will explain it to you after you set off.”

“This Disciple understands,” Lin Fan nodded slightly and looked towards Ying Huanhuan.

Ying Huanhuan gave Lin Fan a faint smile, her big eyes revealing a cunningness like a little fox, and her voice was pleasant as she said, “You wouldn't have any objections, would you?”

“No objections,” Lin Fan shrugged and said casually.

Ying Huanhuan's crescent-shaped eyebrows slightly raised, and she pouted, saying, “I've led teams out of the sect for experience more than ten times. My experience is not something you rookies can compare to. In this world, age doesn't necessarily mean you can be so old-fashioned.”

As soon as she spoke, Wu Dao and Baihua, who were beside her, both twitched their eyelids, then shook their heads helplessly.

This girl's mouth really spared no one; they were caught in the crossfire even though they were just standing there!

Lin Fan smiled faintly, not saying much.

Looking at Lin Fan's expression, Ying Huanhuan, for some reason, felt an itching in her teeth, as if she wanted to bite him...

“Let's go,” Ying Huanhuan glared at Lin Fan with a harmless look, then extended her slender jade finger and casually pointed into the void in front of her.

In an instant, a crisp sound quietly emerged, then quickly spread across the sky.

Hiss!

Not long after the sound wave spread, a clear cry came from a lush mountain not far away, and then a large green eagle flapped its wings and flew towards the platform above.

“Let's go, quickly there and back,” Ying Huanhuan's delicate body moved, and she flew onto the green eagle.

Seeing this, the two Disciples from the Earth Hall and the Flood Hall also quickly followed.

Lin Fan cupped his hands to Wu Dao and Baihua, then gracefully landed on the back of the green eagle as well.

Whoosh!

After the three of them flew onto the green eagle, Ying Huanhuan gently patted the latter with her jade hand, and the green eagle flapped its wings and soared into the sky, stirring up a fierce wind, and flew out like lightning!