What a Pity, They Knew How to Behave!
The hall was deathly silent, save for the crackling sound of the burning subterranean fire.
The sect leaders exchanged glances, a smug smile playing on their lips.
The Master of the Myriad Sword Pavilion sneered repeatedly, thinking to himself that the Blazing Sun Sect was simply courting death by bringing an ignorant brat into the hall.
"The commotion in the Southern Great Wilderness a few days ago was quite a big deal."
The Profound Nether City Lord finally spoke, his aged voice echoing throughout the hall with a soul-stirring resonance.
Everyone's expression tightened.
The Profound Nether City Lord leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Chen Fan's face, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.
"If my old eyes are still sharp, this composed young friend must be the Lord of the Fire Crows crushed the Black Fiend Gate and slew the Wu Sha with a flick of his wrist, right?"
The words had barely left his mouth.
Boom!
These words struck the other sect leaders like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
The expression on the face of the Myriad Sword Pavilion Master, who had been watching the show with his arms crossed, suddenly changed, and the muscles around his eyes twitched violently.
The Wild Lion Valley Lord, standing on the right, froze, his face instantly contorting into a deep wrinkle.
Lord of the Fire Crows?!
Who was that mysterious and ruthless person who rose to prominence in the Southern Great Wilderness, smashed the leader of the Ancestor Wusha Black Fiend Gate with a single punch, provoked the Black Fiend Ancestor to personally emerge from seclusion to seek revenge, only to shatter the Ancestor Wusha's protective formation and behead him on the spot?
The major powers have been frantically investigating the background of this peerless villain for the past two days, only to find out that he is extremely young.
Who would have thought that this ruthless figure was actually the ten-year-old child they had mistaken for a junior member of the Blazing Sun Sect!
A cold sweat instantly seeped out from the back of the Master of the Myriad Sword Pavilion.
He suddenly remembered that just now, outside the tower gate, he had held his longsword and made sarcastic remarks in front of everyone.
"Sect Leader Zhao, what kind of junior from your own family has been brought to the Pilgrimage Hall?"
Recalling those words, the Master of the Myriad Sword Pavilion felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He could kill a powerful Early Stage of Rank Eight expert with a single strike; killing this Eighth-Level Mid Stage probably wouldn't take more than a few moves.
Chen Fan ignored the fascinating expressions on the faces of the people behind him.
He withdrew his gaze from the surroundings, straightened his robes, took half a step forward, and bowed to the old man on the high platform.
"Junior Chen Fan greets the City Lord."
He was neither arrogant nor humble, and his movements were steady and appropriate; there was not a single fault with him.
"Heroes emerge from among the young." The Profound Nether City Lord stroked his beard and laughed, his eyes filled with astonishment. "Wu Sha acted erratically and bullied everyone; he deserved to die. In the Great Wilderness, the strong prey on the weak. Now that the Black Fiend Gate has been defeated, its mountain gate, spiritual veins, and the markets under its jurisdiction should naturally be taken over entirely by the Fire Crow Tribe."
As he spoke, the Profound Nether City Lord waved his sleeve.
A black token, cast entirely from black iron and engraved with a coiled dragon pattern, flew out from the high platform and landed steadily in front of Chen Fan.
Xuanming Command Seal!
The symbol of legitimacy recognized by the main city's legal system. With this, the Fire Crow Tribe could rightfully become a top-tier power ruling over its own territory.
"Thank you, Lord City Lord."
Chen Fan reached out and took the token, weighed it in his palm for a moment, and then put it into his sleeve.
The Profound Nether City Lord nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the entire scene again, his tone becoming calm.
"The Great Wilderness is in turmoil, and Anomalous Beasts are appearing frequently. We are all of the Human Race bloodline, and we should work together and value peace above all else. You should manage your respective territories well and refrain from unnecessary warfare."
"I will obey the City Lord's decree!"
Everyone responded in unison, with the voices of the Pavilion Master of the Myriad Sword Pavilion and the Wild Lion Valley Lord being particularly loud, as if afraid of being even a beat too slow.
"Step down."
The Profound Nether City Lord waved his hand, closed his eyes, and the leaden-gray mist around him closed up again.
The pilgrimage has ended.
The massive Obsidian Giant Gate, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, swung open with a deep, rumbling sound.
Chen Fan strode out of the main hall, followed closely by Zhao Qianjue, who was wiping the fine sweat from his forehead and walking with a slightly unsteady gait.
Just as they reached the center of the giant tower plaza, a sharp whooshing sound came from behind them.
"Chief Chen! Young friend Chen! Please wait!"
Chen Fan stopped and turned around.
Just moments before, the arrogant Master of the Myriad Sword Pavilion had come running over, his white and gold sword robe fluttering in the wind, his face plastered with a fawning smile that was almost distorted.
Behind him, several sect leaders, including the Wild Lion Valley Lord and the Heavenly Water Palace, who were usually arrogant and haughty, quickly gathered around him.
"Is there anything you need?"
Chen Fan raised an eyebrow.
The Master of the Myriad Sword Pavilion quickly walked three steps in front of Chen Fan, stopped, bowed deeply, and clasped his hands in a deep bow.
"Just now outside the door, I was blind to your greatness and my words were quite offensive. I hope Chief Chen will forgive me! Please don't take it to heart!"
This renowned Grandmaster, whose fame spans thousands of miles, was now behaving with an almost humble demeanor.
"Yes, yes, Chief Chen is a genius, we admire him greatly!" The Wild Lion Valley Lord clasped his hands in greeting, his voice booming but tinged with obsequiousness, "If the Fire Crow Tribe ever needs anything from Wild Lion Valley in the future, Chief Chen, please feel free to send someone to deliver the message, and I, Old Mad Lion, will certainly not refuse!"
The Heavenly Water Palace also echoed softly, even taking out a box of Snow Soul Pills emitting a faint fragrance from her Storage Ring and offering it with both hands.
"This is just a small gift, a token of my appreciation for your hospitality."
You can't hit someone who's smiling at you.
These seasoned veterans, who have lived for hundreds of years, did not try to provoke Chen Fan after learning of his achievements. Instead, they quickly completed the entire process of apologizing and giving gifts.
Chen Fan looked at the smiling old faces in front of him, calmly accepted the pills, and casually exchanged a few polite words.
The Pavilion Master of the Myriad Sword Pavilion and his entourage felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and once again expressed their deepest gratitude before hastily departing with their disciples.
Watching the group of people walk away, Chen Fan stood in the empty square and sighed deeply.
That still-childish face was filled with utter boredom.
"Brother Chen, what's wrong?"
Zhao Qianjue watched in horror and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"Now that we have the City Lord's Seal and all forces have bowed down, the Fire Crow Tribe can do whatever they want in the main city. Why are you still sighing?"
Chen Fan rubbed his wrist, a hint of regret in his eyes.
"What a pity."
"What's a pity?"
"It's a pity they're too sensible."
Chen Fan pursed his lips, his tone carrying the mischievousness unique to teenagers.
"Just now in the hall, I even found the right angle to unleash my power. If that Wan fellow dares to utter another word, I'll just raze the Myriad Sword Pavilion to the ground. Then, I'll take Wild Lion Valley with me. How much ore will the Fire Crow Tribe get in one go?"
Chen Fan shook his head, his face full of disappointment.
"How can these people be so spineless? They won't even give me an excuse to fight."
"..."
Zhao Qianjue froze on the spot, cold sweat breaking out on his back once again.
Did you just close the deal?
Should we include Wild Lion Valley in the package?
What kind of vicious thoughts are going on in this kid's head?!
All those sarcastic remarks outside the door just now meant that the Master of the Myriad Sword Pavilion Gate of Hell barely escaped death, and only managed to save the sect's lineage by shamelessly kneeling down and admitting his mistakes!
Zhao Qianjue swallowed hard, looking at Chen Fan's harmless profile, and the awe he felt in his heart instantly rose several levels.
"Brother Chen... calm down, don't act impulsively."
Zhao Qianjue chuckled twice and quickly changed the subject.