Joining Forces with the Monkey

At that moment, Chen Fan stood high in the clouds, breathing the air of this land once more. His body and mind felt refreshed. Sweeping his gaze below, he found only a few hundred cultivators, none as powerful as Fu Baihou and the others had been back then. He could not help feeling disappointed. This meant he had no way to test just how far his strength had truly reached.

"Who are you? How dare you ruin the good work of my Heavenly Dao Sect?" someone rebuked him. With the Sect Master backing them, they did not fear Chen Fan's strength too greatly.

Chen Fan ignored them. His Divine Sense swept through the surroundings, and to his surprise, he discovered a familiar aura not far away.

Yet this only enraged some of those below. They were desperadoes to begin with, and the Heavenly Dao Sect held great renown within this relic world. Seeing Chen Fan disregard them so completely, coupled with the fact that he was human, naturally filled them with fury.

"You are courting death! Once our Sect Master arrives personally, death will be your only fate!" someone shouted.

Chen Fan came back to himself slightly and glanced over the group. A trace of chill crossed his lips as he said indifferently, "If she can come, then let her come. I happen to be looking for her."

The moment those words fell, the several hundred Heavenly Dao Sect cultivators were all stunned, growing ever more suspicious of Chen Fan's identity.

"No matter who you are, you are not qualified to meet our Sect Master," an expert said coldly. In their eyes, humans were not merely enemies, but an inferior race—utterly unworthy of looking down on them from so high above.

Chen Fan did not waste any more time. Although