Roar! Roar! Roar!
The sound was like a dragon's roar from ancient times, carrying incomparable majesty and power, deafening as it rang through the clouds!
The dragon's roar began low and sonorous, like rolling thunder rumbling along the horizon. Accompanied by an earth-shaking boom, its sound waves swept in every direction like a raging hurricane.
The dragon's roar rang in everyone's ears.
Many cultivators looked up and witnessed an utterly breathtaking sight: nine true dragons that blotted out the sky and sun stirred up clouds of dust, pulling a palace as they shattered the void beneath them like a torrent of steel.
"Dragons! The ancient Dragon Clan!"
"And not ordinary ancient dragons, either. Their bloodlines are pure to the extreme-they're actually true dragons!"
"Nine Quasi-Saint Realm true dragons pulling a palace! What extravagance! What great figure is traveling? Even a Great Emperor probably wouldn't enjoy such an honor."
"I heard the Lin Clan's Imperial Son uses ancient dragons as mounts. It must be the Imperial Son himself!"
"Heavens! As expected of the Imperial Son of a supreme imperial clan, using nine pure-blooded true dragons as mounts! Isn't he afraid the ancient Dragon Clan will come knocking?"
The cultivators in and around the Drunken Immortal Pavilion watched the scene in awe. The male cultivators felt only reverence, while the female cultivators' beautiful eyes flickered as they calculated something, eager to see what the legendary Imperial Son looked like.
Soon, the nine true dragons landed outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion's entrance.
Under everyone's gaze, an extraordinarily handsome young man emerged from the palace, his white robes fluttering, his eyes like stars. A faint smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, and his bearing was transcendent, like an immortal banished to the mortal world.
"So many people!"
"As expected of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion."
Lin Fan walked out of the great hall with Ji Kun following behind him.
Sweeping his gaze around, he immediately saw several figures rush out of the establishment like the wind. The proprietor strode over, several attendants jogging close behind him. They wore professional smiles as they bowed and gestured.
"This old man greets the Imperial Son!"
"We respectfully welcome the Imperial Son to our Drunken Immortal Pavilion! Your presence brings radiance to our humble establishment! It is truly the greatest honor!"
Lin Fan was somewhat surprised by this reception and silently marveled at how good establishments were at doing business these days.
Only after hearing the surrounding cultivators' words did he realize that was not what was happening.
Many cultivators widened their eyes in disbelief upon seeing the proprietor personally receive Lin Fan. "As expected of the Imperial Son! He actually brought the pavilion master out to welcome him personally!"
"You have to understand, even when the Wang Clan's prodigies or imperial clan prodigies like Nangong Yu'er come here, only an attendant escorts them upstairs. How could they possibly bring out someone like him?"
"The Drunken Immortal Pavilion has given the Lin Clan plenty of face this time."
This old man was an important figure in the establishment and never normally received guests. Even Sage Kings and Quasi-Emperors were not qualified for his personal reception. No one had expected him to personally receive the Imperial Son today.
"Please come inside, Imperial Son!"
"Hehe, we heard you were coming, Imperial Son, so our Drunken Immortal Pavilion reserved a heaven-grade private room especially for you! We'll be sure to treat you to fine wine and meat!"
Before Lin Fan could think further, the proprietor spoke.
He chuckled, the flesh on his face resembling two piled-up mountains. He looked every inch a crooked merchant, inwardly calculating that a super-big customer had finally arrived.
Lin Fan smiled. "Good! I've heard the Drunken Immortal Pavilion is most famous for its wine, with one wine said to intoxicate even immortals. Might I have the pleasure of tasting it today?"
The proprietor smiled until his eyes narrowed to slits. "You'll have all you want! Never mind Drunken Immortal Wine-even if you want Heavenly Immortal Wine, Imperial Son, I'll get it for you!"
Lin Fan nodded and was about to head inside when his steps suddenly halted.
Two consecutive notifications sounded in his ears.
[Ding! The Xiao Clan of Wutan City has been destroyed. Xiao Huohuo's Dao heart is unstable, and he is overcome with grief. Obtained Villain Points x40,000! Ding! Xiao Huohuo has fallen into danger. Obtained Villain Points x30,000]
"Hmm? Xiao Huohuo!"
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow and smiled. "It seems Xiao Huohuo was very satisfied with the surprise I sent him. He even sent me some gifts in return."
Boom! Bang!
Just as Lin Fan stopped to ponder this-
A sudden commotion came from upstairs, followed by a series of bangs. It sounded as though someone was wrecking the place. Several presences erupted, and the sounds of fighting rang out incessantly.
Many cultivators looked startled. "Who's bold enough to fight in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion? Are they courting death?"
The proprietor's expression changed at once. Frowning slightly, he quietly motioned for several attendants to deal with it immediately. "Who is it? Hurry and handle this. If they disturb our Drunken Immortal Pavilion's honored guest, I'll make sure they suffer the consequences."
Then he cheerfully led Lin Fan inside. "Please pardon this, Imperial Son. It's just a few petty troublemakers. Our Drunken Immortal Pavilion will handle them. Simply follow me upstairs!"
Lin Fan nodded.
Hmm?
Just as Lin Fan was about to enter the establishment, a system notification sounded in his ears.
[Ding! Epic-tier Son of Fortune Xiao Huohuo detected]
Hmm?
Lin Fan's steps involuntarily halted. Delighted by the notification, he realized he had actually encountered Xiao Huohuo. Looking toward the second floor, where the sounds of fighting originated, he murmured, "Sure enough, wherever a Son of Fortune goes, trouble never stops!"
Boom!
The next instant, seven or eight figures were blasted outside, accompanied by a majestic voice and the overwhelming sacred might of a Sage King Realm expert. "Fighting is forbidden in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. If you wish to fight, take it outside, or be killed without mercy!"
Rumble!
Seven or eight cultivators appeared, and a black-robed man immediately tried to flee.
However, seven Heavenly Dipper Realm experts attacked, their Mystic Qi surging. For some unknown reason, they surrounded and attacked the black-robed man, their sinister cackles ringing throughout the area, like men who had spotted a beauty.
"Xiao Huohuo, don't even think about running!"
"Gentlemen, I, Xiao Huohuo, have neither grievances nor enmity with you. Why are you trying to kill me?"
Xiao Huohuo's expression was dark. He did not know these people at all, yet shortly after hearing his name, they had attacked him together, leading to the scene before them.
Despite being in the Spirit Sea Realm, he fought evenly against seven Heavenly Dipper Realm experts, leaving the surrounding cultivators astonished. This young man's talent was truly monstrous. He had to be a prodigy of some great sect or the successor of some mighty expert.
"Hehe, if you must blame something, blame yourself for offending the Lin Clan's Imperial Son! If we capture you alive and present you to him, I'm sure we'll receive plenty of benefits!"
One Heavenly Dipper Realm cultivator spoke coldly, his attacks vicious to the extreme as he thrust his blade again and again at vital spots.
Hearing that it was once again because of the Lin Clan's Imperial Son, Xiao Huohuo felt rage surge into his heart. "In that case, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
He intended to use his trump card!
Hearing the familiar voice, Ji Kun instinctively looked toward the sky. Surprise and delight first crossed his face, then resentment. "Xiao Huohuo! So you really are here!"
As he spoke, he turned to Lin Fan. "Imperial Son, he is Xiao Huohuo."
Lin Fan smiled faintly. "I know!"
From the scene before him, Lin Fan guessed what was happening. Someone wanted to capture Xiao Huohuo to win his favor and cling to the Lin Clan's powerful thigh.
But if they truly captured Xiao Huohuo, he would reward them.
Still, a Son of Fortune was not so easy to capture.
Lin Fan knew this all too well. Luo Chen had only been legendary-tier, yet had made him suffer a great loss. All the more so for the epic-tier Xiao Huohuo, whose trump cards would surely emerge one after another!
Rumble!
Meanwhile, Xiao Huohuo suddenly produced a damaged medicine cauldron, which rapidly expanded to several meters in size. Its body trembled lightly, sending out a terrifying pressure that instantly blasted the seven Heavenly Dipper Realm cultivators into clouds of blood.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The other cultivators, who had been itching to act, stopped in their tracks upon sensing that vast pressure, terror appearing on their faces.
"Imperial might!"
"He actually has an imperial weapon!"
"It's a damaged imperial weapon! No wonder it can injure a Sage!"
After doing all this, Xiao Huohuo first looked at Ji Kun, a trace of surprise appearing on his face.
Ji Kun, who had been furious and ready to step forward to capture Xiao Huohuo, instantly regained a clear gaze.
Finally, Xiao Huohuo's gaze settled on Lin Fan, gradually turning icy. An unseen voice told him that this young man was his irreconcilable enemy.
Sensing Xiao Huohuo's icy gaze, Lin Fan's lips curled slightly into a villain's charming smile.
Their eyes met.
One look confirmed it-they had found the right person!