Lord Ye Loved Dragons, Supremes Loved Immortals

The familiar announcement made the inside of the Bronze Ancient Coffin fall silent. The people, who had been tense and panicked, found a little sense of familiarity, as if they really were riding a train.

"Interstellar train?" A careful girl caught the key point, but her voice still trembled as she asked, "Y-you... who exactly are you?!"

In an instant, the crowd that had calmed down slightly seemed to fall into an icy hell.

It was a train, but not one meant for sightseeing and pleasure—it was an interstellar train. Those were two entirely different concepts.

"Interstellar... train? Could the attendant be an alien?"

Someone asked shakily, gathering the courage to raise a phone and use its faint light to illuminate the darkness, revealing the outline of a humanoid figure.

Alien? More like someone from outer space.

Lin Xian silently grumbled to himself, then said, "I'm not an alien. I'm human."

His words seemed to inject courage into them. The others raised their phones as well, and under the light of more than thirty phones, Lin Xian's true appearance was revealed.

A person. A living, breathing person. Someone similar to them.

"So he's human."

"That scared me to death."

"Why were you pretending to be so mysterious?"

Most of the fear in their hearts dissipated, and the crowd began to discuss things among themselves.

Some were relieved, some cried with joy, some analyzed the situation calmly, while others, after their fear subsided, became angry out of embarrassment, feeling that they had been threatened and humiliated.

Liu Yunzhi's expression darkened as he shouted, "Since you're human, why were you putting on this act? What exactly do you want?!"

"That's right!"

"What are you trying to do?"

Liu Yunzhi had a bit of influence and quite a few close followers among their classmates. Coupled with their earlier ordeal, everyone had been bottling up anger with nowhere to vent it.

Now that they had found an outlet, they lost their reason in their fury and began firing accusations without bothering to distinguish right from wrong.

It was as though, after a round of curses and questioning, everything could return to how it had been, and they could escape danger.

Lin Xian remained calm as he said evenly, "I was merely stating a fact. This is an interstellar train. By now, we have probably already left Earth and are heading for Mars."

"Mars?!"

The crowd erupted into unrest, utterly at a loss when faced with something they had never encountered before.

"Who knows whether what you're saying is true?"

"Mars? Who are you trying to fool?!"

Liu Yunzhi sneered. Considering himself the leader, he incited the others, saying, "We're all classmates. We know each other well and can trust one another."

"But he appeared out of nowhere. He's an outsider spouting nonsense. Who could trust him? Without using some methods, I'm afraid he won't tell the truth."

"I propose that we seize him first."

With such a drastic change suddenly thrust upon them, how many people could remain calm? After encountering danger, humans were more inclined to band together. Their shared identity as classmates made it even easier for them to unite.

In just a few words, Liu Zhiyun had directed everyone's hostility toward Lin Xian, intending to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys and establish his authority for better survival ahead.

Lin Xian was the chicken. Who the monkeys were went without saying.

As Liu Zhiyun persuaded the crowd, he also glanced from the corner of his eye at Ye Fan in the corner, a trace of wariness flashing through his pupils.

Ye Fan stood around 1.79 meters tall. Though his features looked gentle and refined, he was actually quite powerfully built. Back in the day, he had been a key player on the school soccer team and was often called a brute on the field.

In the city, those skilled at using the rules held the upper hand.

In the wilderness, brute force often solved everything; force could break through all methods.

"I don't think that's acceptable."

As if sensing Liu Yunzhi's gaze, Ye Fan stepped forward and said firmly, "Without evidence, what reason do we have to seize someone?"

Liu Yunzhi's expression turned stern, and he sneered. "Ye Fan, we're all classmates, yet you're taking an outsider's side?"

"It's precisely because we're classmates that I don't want a tragedy to happen."

Ye Fan frowned and shook his head. "Offending someone for no reason will only bring disaster. I'd rather use peaceful means to communicate with this friend."

He had watched everything unfold. He felt that this outsider who had suddenly appeared was somewhat mysterious, and his imagination ran wild as wariness rose in his heart.

"Disaster?"

Liu Yunzhi laughed disdainfully. "There are thirty of us, and only one of him. What disaster could there possibly be?"

Unlike Ye Fan, who yearned for ancient times and was meticulous in thought, he preferred bullying the weak with strength and using numbers to crush the few.

Having more people meant having momentum. I was the overall situation!

As he spoke, quite a few people moved closer to Liu Yunzhi, clearly agreeing with him.

Thirty against one—the advantage was ours!

"Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival. Arrogance is."

After watching for a while, Lin Xian shook his head, slowly rose to his feet, looked at Ye Fan, and extended a hand. "Master Ye, I want to fight ten."

"Master Ye?"

Ye Fan's expression turned strange. He touched his face; it was full of collagen and did not look old at all.

Besides, it was now 2010. The 2008 film "Ip Man" had already been out for two years.

Liking to read the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon's Plain Questions did not mean Ye Fan did not watch movies.

He was, after all, a modern man. In this age of information explosion, he had encountered all kinds of knowledge.

"You know martial arts?" A trace of curiosity appeared in Ye Fan's eyes. After all, since Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin had appeared, a few ancient martial artists would be perfectly understandable.

"Martial arts?"

Lin Xian chuckled, raised his hand into a stance, and divine power surged forth. He said lazily, "Young man, this is cultivating immortality."

His skin was fair, his fingertips like jade, and a faint radiance gleamed over his body, as though an immortal had descended into the mortal world. His arm movements resembled hand seals, yet when he attacked, he was like a primordial beast charging forward, knocking Liu Yunzhi and his group unconscious in no time.

There were no fancy moves, only the force of every punch landing squarely on flesh.

The Shrouding Method had been created by the Desolate Heaven Emperor through combining ancient methods. Its potential was extraordinary, and the physical body it forged was invincible. Upon first opening the Sea of Bitterness, one possessed several thousand jin of strength. If the Sea of Bitterness reached completion, a casual swing of one arm might carry one hundred and eight thousand jin of divine power—enough to lift the Golden Cudgel.

Smack! Smack! Smack! One person after another fell to the ground, while Lin Xian alone remained standing.

In that instant, everyone looked at Lin Xian with reverence filling their eyes, as if they had seen a god.

Ye Fan's expression was even more complicated. He enjoyed studying ancient history and was fascinated by the strange legends of mountains and seas, longing deeply for the ancient era.

Yet when Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin, legends of cultivating immortality, and bizarre, fantastical events truly happened, he did not feel the slightest excitement. Instead, his heart was filled with apprehension and unease.

Lord Ye loved dragons; Supremes loved immortals. The principle was the same.

Lord Ye did not truly love dragons. What he loved were merely things that resembled dragons but were not dragons.

When Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin appeared before Ye Fan, what filled his heart more than anything was fear and reverence toward the unknown.

The Forbidden Zone Supremes talked big every day—fighting the immortal path, seeking immortal traces, marching against immortals—utterly fanatical.

But if a flawless True Immortal truly appeared, the Forbidden Zone Supremes would immediately calm down.

What self-severing Supremes sought was not truly a True Immortal, but rather the obsession in their hearts—the most perfect image.

What people feared most was the unknown.

And Lin Xian happened to know part of the future. That was where his confidence came from.