Qi Men Dun Jia's aura-was that you?!

"What is this?"

Master Yixiu was puzzled.

"Why does the aura seem to have passed through us without causing any actual harm?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes asked with some doubt.

Daoist Priest Qian He stepped forward. "This is the art of Qi Men Dun Jia, but I couldn't see through its mysteries. The person who set up this formation is probably more accomplished than I am."

His words had barely fallen.

Master Yixiu and Daoist Priest Four-Eyes immediately formed hand seals with their magic tools.

They focused on their surroundings, and their expressions instantly grew tense.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes raised his bronze sword and stared ahead.

His attainments in formations were actually greater than Junior Brother Qian He's.

Just how terrifying must he be?

"Qi Men is difficult to detect, unlike ordinary formations. We need to quickly find the direction designated by the person who set up the formation."

Daoist Priest Qian He spoke anxiously.

At this, Master Yixiu tossed up his prayer beads.

Buddhist chants rang out, and golden light flashed.

Suddenly, his closed eyes flew open.

"Not good! It's over there!"

Master Yixiu cried out and pointed straight at a corner inside the tent.

"It's over. That's where Junior Nephew Lin Fan is resting."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes came to his senses and shouted.

The three men were shocked, their faces paling as they exchanged glances.

Without the slightest hesitation, they unleashed their full strength.

Whoosh!

They sprang forward.

The three of them shot toward the tent.

Just as they reached the corner inside, the terrifying aura there suddenly vanished without a trace.

A man slowly rose from the spot where the aura had come from.

"What's wrong? What are you three doing...?"

Lin Fan stood up and asked calmly.

The three men stared at one another, rooted to the spot.

Master Yixiu was utterly bewildered.

That couldn't be right. A Buddhist monk never told lies.

The spot sensed by his prayer beads just now...

It had clearly been this corner.

And there was only Lin Fan in the corner.

Could it be...

Master Yixiu sensed Lin Fan's aura.

Suddenly, his pupils widened.

It really was him. His aura was actually this dense.

He was even much stronger than before he had come here.

This young patron was truly astonishing.

He had actually improved so much in such a short time.

Even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal couldn't improve this quickly.

Tonight, he had both comprehended the formation and improved his cultivation.

He truly encountered opportunities one after another, as if Heaven itself favored him.

"You... This..."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes was speechless, unable to think of what to say.

"Speak properly, Uncle-Master. Who scared you in the middle of the night?"

Lin Fan yawned and spoke tiredly.

"That aura just now... You were the one who released it?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes brought it up as casually as if it had nothing to do with him.

"I suppose you could say that."

Lin Fan answered calmly, as if nothing had happened.

At this,

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes stumbled and nearly fell.

He retreated a step, staring fixedly at Lin Fan.

Could this brat have improved again?

Impossible. How long had it been?

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes couldn't believe it and released his aura.

Suddenly, his heart jolted.

He really had...

Feeling an aura similar to the one from earlier, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes confirmed his suspicion.

What kind of miraculous pill had this fellow eaten?

The speed of his improvement was so fast that it was frightening.

Since we're family, I'll be honest—I even want to go worship the Patriarch.

Was this brat the Patriarch's treasured little lover in his past life?

How could he be so well-rounded in every skill?

But then again,

that aura just now...

It was slightly too powerful, enough to unsettle the mind.

Fortunately, he was still my Junior Nephew.

After dispelling his doubts, Daoist Priest Four-Eyes finally calmed down.

Only Daoist Priest Qian He was left, looking rather worried.

Daoist Priest Qian He studied the youth before him.

He couldn't help sighing inwardly.

His earlier perception had been absolutely correct.

That had definitely been Qi Men Dun Jia. Everyone who studied formations yearned for it.

No wonder Lin Fan had been able to comprehend formations so easily tonight.

He could even gain insights during battle—all of that was thanks to Qi Men Dun Jia.

The "qi" referred to the Three Wonders: incantations, talismans, and seals.

The "gates" were the Eight Gates: Rest, Life, Injury, Delusion, Scenery, Death, Fright, and Opening.

The most crucial part was the connection to Dun Jia, namely, the Nine Escapes.

The Nine Escapes included Heaven Escape, Earth Escape, Human Escape, and Wind Escape.

Cloud Escape, Dragon Escape, Tiger Escape, Spirit Escape, and Ghost Escape.

The Nine Escapes of Qi Men could summon wind and rain. Only after mastering all nine gates...

could one determine victory from a thousand miles away. This was absolutely no exaggeration.

Daoist Priest Qian He understood the intricacies of it deeply.

This was an incredibly terrifying Eight Trigrams formation.

"No, there's something strange about you too, brat."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes stepped forward, grabbed Lin Fan's forearm,

and suddenly cried out, "You... You broke through again?"

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes' eyes widened as he frantically drew in ragged breaths.

He looked as if he were about to drop dead.

This brat was truly infuriating by comparison.

He wouldn't break through unless he skipped a stage, would he?

When would Jia Le ever get a chance to come and make me proud?

How could this Junior Nephew surprise people differently every time?

No, they were shocks, not surprises.

He had broken through two stages several times in a row.

Who would believe this if it got out? This was completely outrageous.

"Aren't you stating the obvious? Young Patron Lin Fan's aura just now was clearly stronger than before."

Master Yixiu said disdainfully.

He slowly reached out and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder.

Then he continued, "Young Patron Lin Fan, don't mind him. He..."

Before he could finish, Master Yixiu's body trembled.

He focused his gaze, looking up and down over Lin Fan's body.

This... Xiantian Seventh Heaven?

A wave of astonishment swept over him. Master Yixiu couldn't believe it.

The hand that had patted Lin Fan reached out again and gripped his arm.

It really was Xiantian Seventh Heaven!

Killing a mutated Green Zombie had actually had such miraculous effects?

That shouldn't be possible. Could it be because he had comprehended the formation?

Had this young patron stolen the creations of Heaven and Earth?

To have encountered such an opportunity was truly fortunate.

The young talents of Maoshan throughout the ages...

would all seem mediocre before him.

He had defeated a Green Zombie with his fists and broken through two stages in succession.

Not one of these achievements would fail to bring honor to his ancestors.

If he had known this would happen, he should have brought Qingqing along for some training.

He could only grit his teeth and swallow his misery.

"Master Yixiu, what's wrong?"

Daoist Priest Qian He noticed something and spoke up.

"The old bald donkey has never seen a genius before. It's normal for him to stare blankly."

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes had calmed down and taunted him.

Hearing this, Master Yixiu put on a smiling face and said, "Congratulations! First, congratulations to Young Patron Lin Fan on breaking through to Xiantian Seventh Heaven. I congratulate you again. Unlike someone else—ah, it's fortunate that Qingqing didn't embarrass herself too much. She's at least at the Houtian Ninth Level. If she works a little harder and breaks through that barrier, reaching the Xiantian realm won't be far off."

His words had barely fallen.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes began sucking in great breaths again.

He looked as if Master Yixiu had infuriated him badly.

Wasn't this clearly calling him useless?

And calling Jia Le trash? A gentleman would rather die than suffer humiliation.

Daoist Priest Four-Eyes gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves, about to step forward and trade blows.

"Uncle-Masters, that's enough. For my sake, the two of you should stop arguing for a while."

Lin Fan stepped in to persuade them.

They had been fighting for so many years, yet they never seemed tired of it.

They were truly two troublesome old men.

"Xiantian Seventh Heaven?"

Daoist Priest Qian He was inwardly amazed.

One had to know that merely advancing from Xiantian Fourth Level...

to Xiantian Fifth Heaven and crossing that barrier was already extremely difficult.

Thinking back to the past, how many talented young people...

had squandered their years until their hair turned white?

They still couldn't cross that threshold. After Xiantian Fifth Heaven, it became even more difficult.

This Junior Nephew Lin Fan was truly a young prodigy.

He understood the way of formations, possessed such formidable physical strength,

acted steadily, and respected his teachers and elders.

Maoshan was fortunate to have such a disciple. This was truly a great blessing for the sect.

Daoist Priest Qian He's face was filled with smiles.

He approached Lin Fan and excitedly grasped both of his arms.

"Good lad, well done! You haven't disgraced Maoshan!"

"Thank you for the praise, Uncle-Master. It was nothing, nothing."

Lin Fan answered calmly.