Shocking Speculation

Chen Fan decided to visit Mo Bai in the small wooden hut. In name, Mo Bai could be considered his lifesaver, and he might as well take this opportunity to get acquainted, while also seeing if there was a chance to repay that debt.

Chen Jingjing and Zhang Rumeng were slightly startled when they saw him taking the initiative to go to the small wooden hut, but they didn't ask any further questions. After tidying up a bit, they followed Chen Fan out the door.

On the way to the small wooden hut, Chen Fan slowly learned the general gist of the matter from them.

First, the Little Medicine Boy had gone to buy medicine at the pharmacy. When he came out, he accidentally bumped into a young man. That young man seemed to be of extraordinary background, strolling through the streets with two formidable servants trailing behind him. After the Little Medicine Boy apologized, the young man tried to slap him across the mouth. Just then, Mo Bai happened to pass by and immediately stopped the young man's action.

Mo Bai, being a natural goody-two-shoes by nature, smiled and stated his identity, then apologized again to the young man on behalf of the Little Medicine Boy. But the young man said, "Everyone on Heavy Sword Peak is my subordinate. I can teach whoever I want a lesson."

Immediately after, the two servants, without a word, locked Mo Bai in place. Mo Bai, a full-fledged cultivator at the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Realm, was utterly powerless to resist, allowing the young man to humiliate him at will.

"That young man should be from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect," Chen Jingjing said in a low voice.

"Ten Thousand Swords Sect?" Chen Fan had never heard of this sect and was somewhat puzzled.

"It's normal that you don't remember. The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is tens of thousands of li away from our Heavy Sword City, and it's a major sect. Our Heavy Sword Peak split off from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect over a decade ago, and we still belong to them nominally. But it's a bit strange—I recall the last time the Ten Thousand Swords Sect sent people here was three years ago, and it was because a female disciple of theirs eloped with a disciple from the Earth Ghost Sect. They sent people personally to capture them," Zhang Rumeng said with a frown.

"So far apart, and they still fell in love?" Chen Fan was somewhat surprised, but when he heard the name Earth Ghost Sect, the image of that black-veiled woman, Qin Xian'er, surfaced in his mind.

"They met in the Heavenly Court. What a pity. Later, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect mobilized all of Heavy Sword Peak's forces to search, and in the end, the two were found. The female disciple was captured and taken back by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, while the male disciple vanished without a trace."

"One doesn't visit the temple without a reason. That means this time the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has come again, likely because they have something they want Heavy Sword Peak to handle," Zhang Rumeng said.

"Hmph, is this what it means to come from a major sect? Can people from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect just bully others at will? That young man even said Heavy Sword Peak was his subordinate. It's too much," Chen Jingjing said angrily.

Chen Fan remained silent, holding the Little Medicine Boy as he slowly walked toward the small wooden hut.

As they neared the hut, a strong medicinal smell hit their noses. The area outside the wooden hut was already crowded with disciples from Heavy Sword Peak, all there to visit their senior brother Mo Bai. It was clear that Mo Bai was well-liked.

"This is utterly outrageous. Senior Brother is such a good person, yet he was beaten like this for no reason," one disciple said indignantly.

"Alas, what can we do? We Heavy Sword Peak are living under someone else's roof. If it weren't for the resource supplies from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, we wouldn't have been able to cultivate so many techniques and sword arts," another disciple shook his head helplessly.

"Pfft, these low-level techniques are just the leftovers they discarded."

"At least we've used the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's name to keep ten years of peace. The Demon Sect has basically never attacked us."

"What are you trying to say? Are we just going to let Senior Brother's injuries slide?" a dissatisfied disciple asked.

"Among our generation, Senior Brother is the strongest. Seek revenge? Are you going to do it?" another disciple taunted.

"That's true. If even Senior Brother ended up like this, what can we do? And the Elders definitely won't get involved in this matter." Everyone shook their heads and sighed.

Just then, Chen Fan and the others arrived. The Little Medicine Boy, his eyes still red and swollen, called out loudly, "Greetings, senior brothers and sisters."

"You're here, Little Medicine Boy?" Several female disciples doted on the Little Medicine Boy, and a few male disciples smiled at him.

But when everyone saw Chen Fan, they were still momentarily stunned, their expressions strange.

Clearly, many people still weren't used to it. A person once ridiculed by countless others was now somehow leaning toward the word "genius," having killed a Qi Refining Layer 6 cultivator while at Qi Refining Layer 4. Such an achievement was unprecedented on Heavy Sword Peak.

Most of the people here hadn't witnessed Chen Fan killing Zhang Ting with their own eyes. They had only heard about it and thought Zhang Ting had been careless, allowing Chen Fan to succeed.

"Why is he here? Didn't I hear he went to Demon King Valley again?" a female disciple shot Chen Fan a disgusted look.

"This guy didn't really go charging into Demon King Valley alone again, did he? But Senior Brother once saved his life. Coming to visit Senior Brother shows he has some conscience," a male disciple nodded slightly.

"Are you kidding? Him, charging into Demon King Valley alone? He got lucky last time and was saved by Senior Brother. I don't believe he'd dare go again."

"Didn't Heavy Sword Peak organize a team to go to Demon King Valley a couple of days ago? When they come back, we can ask if they ran into any young hero charging in alone, haha."

"I think they're supposed to be back today."

Chen Fan ignored their chatter, set the Little Medicine Boy down from his arms, and slowly walked toward the small wooden hut.

This place was where he had opened his eyes for the first time after his rebirth. As he reached the door of the hut and was about to push it open, a sturdy arm suddenly shot out, blocking his way.

"What do you think you're doing?" The disciple was tall and burly, looking quite robust. He stared at Chen Fan as he asked.

"Mo Hu, Chen Fan is here to see your brother. What's with that expression?" Zhang Rumeng said, displeased.

"See my brother? There are plenty of disciples here waiting to see him. Why should it be his turn? Who does he think he is?" Mo Hu looked at Chen Fan with disdain. Even though he had heard that Chen Fan had won a life-and-death duel against a Qi Refining Layer 6 cultivator, Mo Hu himself was also at Qi Refining Layer 6 and believed that Zhang Ting was no match for him either. Given Zhang Ting's character, losing due to carelessness wasn't surprising.

"Mo Hu, don't go too far," Chen Jingjing said, her face dark.

"Too far? There's even more—"

"Swish"

Before Mo Hu could finish, the sharp sword in Chen Fan's hand had already left its sheath. The blade, shimmering with cold light, was pressed against his neck.

Feeling the chill from the sword's edge, Mo Hu couldn't help but swallow. He suddenly realized that perhaps Chen Fan's ability to kill Zhang Ting wasn't entirely due to luck.

"Qi Refining Layer 6." At that moment, a disciple sensed Chen Fan's aura and exclaimed in shock.

This sudden change, combined with the disciple's exclamation, left everyone present unable to react, including Chen Jingjing and Zhang Rumeng. They were greatly surprised. They felt that Chen Fan had changed—he was now clean and decisive, no longer wasting words.

"You... don't do anything rash," Mo Hu said, now fully aware of Chen Fan's cultivation level from the disciple's shout. At the same Qi Refining Layer 6, he felt utterly powerless before Chen Fan.

"Mo Bai is your brother?" Chen Fan asked coldly.

"Yes." Mo Hu nodded slightly, afraid to make any sudden moves, fearing the sharp tip of the sword would pierce his throat.

"You're not worthy to be his brother."

Chen Fan finished speaking and sheathed his sword, then, ignoring Mo Hu who stood frozen in place, pushed open the wooden door and walked inside.

Chen Jingjing and Zhang Rumeng, seeing this, quickly followed him in, leaving the crowd of disciples outside staring blankly.

"Didn't he just break through to Qi Refining Layer 4 a few days ago? Now he's already at Qi Refining Layer 6—isn't that talent too terrifying?"

"More than that, don't you think the sword technique he just used was the truly frightening part? I admit I couldn't even block that move—it was too fast." A disciple at Qi Refining Layer 6 shook his head with a grave expression.

"Now I admit it—he's a genius. This is like a completely different person from the old Chen Fan."

"If Nalan Yun finds out, she'll probably regret it to death, right?"

"Nalan Yun's talent is mediocre anyway; she's just got a pretty face. Gold on the outside, rot within. I never understood why Chen Fan was so obsessed with her before."

Inside the wooden cabin, Chen Fan smelled the familiar scent of medicine and walked toward the bedside.

The unconscious man on the bed had a square face, thick brows, and a large nose, giving off a warm and kind impression.

"The injuries are too severe. Even I find this a headache." The Little Medicine Boy's master stroked his white beard with a troubled expression—hard to imagine he was the same old pharmacist who secretly kept Virility Pills.

Just then, Mo Hu also entered from outside. Hearing the old pharmacist's words, his expression stiffened.

"If I had Mid-grade Talisman Paper, I could save him." Chen Fan frowned slightly, recalling the Three Flowers Gathering at Crown Talisman he had just learned, which would be remarkably effective for Mo Bai's severe injuries.

"You can save my brother?" Mo Hu's ears perked up, and he immediately turned around upon hearing Chen Fan's words.

Chen Fan ignored him and continued thinking.

"Chen Fan, I apologize for my earlier actions and words. I truly am unworthy to be my brother's sibling, but you know what kind of person he is. If you have a way, I hope you can save him." Mo Hu bowed his head slightly to Chen Fan in apology.

But Chen Fan's expression suddenly changed, as if something had just occurred to him.

"Don't move him yet. I'll be right back." Chen Fan finished speaking and quickly walked out of the wooden cabin. Under the astonished gazes of those outside, he hurried toward his own home.

Chen Fan had just remembered—since he could absorb the spiritual energy coming from the Heavenly Court, could he also bring physical objects from the Heavenly Court into this realm?

If that were possible, it would be an earth-shattering piece of good news for him.

After all, in this realm, although the Age of Dharma Decline had passed and several hundred years of immortal cultivation had been passed down, precious spiritual medicine resources remained pitifully scarce. The Heavenly Court, however, was like a minor immortal realm—not only abundant in spiritual energy, but also exceptionally rich in spiritual medicines and other resources.

That Tortoise-patterned Medicinal Stone the Fat Daoist had dug up in his Immortal Cave—you could probably search the entire Earth and not find two of them.

Thinking this, Chen Fan couldn't help but quicken his pace. His Heavenly Court Token was currently lying on the wooden table in his room.