The Misunderstanding No Longer Existed

A wonderful sound rang throughout heaven.

Lin Fan, who had been playing dead all this time, shuddered awake in an instant, opened his eyes, and pulled the sword straight out of his body. Blood immediately sprayed all over the ground, but that no longer mattered. Without any sense of pain, what was there to fear?

His injuries were too severe.

With the sword stuck in his body all this time, the bleeding had never stopped. He casually slit his throat with it and instantly kicked the bucket.

Hard Cultivation Points +10.

Ten seconds later.

Lin Fan woke up feeling refreshed and invigorated, in an utterly delightful mood.

Then he immediately searched for that fellow.

In the distance, Liu Feng lay there covered in blood. He was not dead, but he could no longer move or even speak.

Hatred surged to the heavens in his heart. He understood now: he had been tricked.

"Hahaha."

Lin Fan had held it in for a long time, but now he could no longer stop himself from bursting into laughter. He then walked over to Liu Feng and broke into a radiant smile at the sight before him.

"Oh my, what happened? Weren't you pretty slick earlier? How did you end up like this? Hey, say something. Even that couldn't blow you to death. You really are hard to kill."

Whatever the case, he was already moved by his own ingenuity. To think he had come up with a method like this. He just wanted to ask: who else could do that?

Who else!

Although Liu Feng was an Earthly Dipper Realm First Layer expert with a fully developed physique, even he could not withstand a grenade exploding inside his mouth.

Not a single tooth remained, and much of his face seemed to be missing, exposing the tissue within. In short, he was too gruesome to look at.

Lin Fan was too softhearted. Even he could not help turning his head away, unable to look straight at him.

"Remember, you must act openly and honorably in the future. And most importantly, before you cut someone down, make sure you investigate whether they're someone you can afford to cut down." Lin Fan felt it was necessary to teach him a memorable lesson.

The price, however, was his life.

Liu Feng could barely move now, and his heart had already sunk into despair. He had never expected this outcome.

A dignified Earthly Dipper Realm First Layer expert like him had actually been screwed over to this extent.

Unforgivable.

Lin Fan retrieved his spiked club, then walked toward Liu Feng again. "Remember, dying at the hands of me, Lin Fan, is a blessing you earned through three lifetimes of cultivation. You can depart in peace."

He swung the spiked club down at Liu Feng.

Somehow, Liu Feng found the strength to take the token at his waist in his hand and raise it shakily.

Lin Fan froze and blurted out, "A First-Grade Outer Sect Disciple's token."

He did not want to die. Only by living would he have hope. At this moment, all he could do was take out his identity token to let the other party know: we're fellow disciples! You can't kill me.

It would also let him know that killing a fellow disciple would incur punishment.

But then something happened that plunged him into despair.

"Oh no, I've suddenly gone blind! I can't see anything! I can't see!" Lin Fan cried out, covering his eyes. Then he swung his spiked club down at Liu Feng.

At the sight, Liu Feng's lips moved slightly. With a bang, his body shuddered, and he was as dead as could be.

Points +200.

"Do you take me for an idiot?" Lin Fan chuckled. He actually thought taking out a token would make him spare his life? Wasn't that just dreaming?

Still, the Points were pretty good. A whole 200. A profit.

At this important moment, he had to loot the corpse. Someone this strong was bound to have plenty of good stuff.

"Good grief, this delivery was loaded." Lin Fan pulled out a wad of banknotes and stuffed them straight into his storage ring, then continued plundering: two bottles of pills and a low-tier Mystic Grade sword technique.

A plentiful haul. Not bad.

At this moment, Lin Fan began to ponder life. His current circumstances were very different from before.

During wartime, the sect would not let anyone leave, but things were different now. The war was over, and he could go wherever he wanted without any trouble. Why the hell did he still need to sneak away?

"Junior brother..."

Just then, a voice came from the distance. It was Lü Qiming calling for him.

There was another voice as well, sounding somewhat mournful. "Poor Junior Brother Lin. For our sake, he must have already met a cruel end. Sob, sob..."

Lin Fan was not too pleased to hear this. I'm alive and well! Besides, with this trash's IQ, how could he possibly outplay me?

But wait. Didn't this fellow stab me earlier? Yet there isn't a single injury on me now. Their IQ might not be high enough, but I can't bully them like this.

Fuck.

I really don't enjoy abusing myself. I've been forced into all of this.

Then he picked up the sword, chose the right spot, and gave himself another stab.

Once everything was ready, Lin Fan immediately went over to Liu Feng and struck a domineering pose.

"Junior Brother Lin..." Lü Qiming and the others had already despaired, but when they saw the figure standing there, they ran over excitedly.

Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, instantly revealing his domineering presence. When he saw that it was Lü Qiming and the others, his stern expression gradually softened, revealing delight. "Senior brothers, are you all alright?"

Seeing the wound on Junior Brother Lin, Lü Qiming immediately grew extremely worried. "Junior Brother Lin, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. It's just a minor injury," Lin Fan said calmly, his expression unchanged.

The three members of the Wang Lineage were also somewhat shocked by the sight. That wound was fucking spraying blood, yet his face remained expressionless. Terrifying. Truly terrifying.

If they had suffered that injury, the pain would probably have killed them.

Huang Fugui was already so moved that tears streamed down his face. Looking at Junior Brother Lin's shocking wound, he was also filled with guilt. "Junior Brother Lin, your injury is too severe. Hurry and get some proper rest."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Huang. An injury this small is nowhere near enough to bring me, Lin Fan, down," Lin Fan said solemnly.

Hearing this, Zhang Long and the others were at a loss for words. They felt that they had all underestimated Junior Brother Lin. As expected of Junior Brother Lin, who had dared face a War Behemoth on the battlefield.

His willpower alone had already left them prostrating themselves in admiration.

At this point, everyone turned their attention to Liu Feng, who lay there mangled beyond recognition, curious as to who he was.

But Lü Qiming's sharp eyes immediately spotted the token, and he picked it up.

"Liu Feng."

As he spoke those two words, the expressions of Zhang Long and the others changed abruptly.

That name could not have been more familiar: Liu Feng, a formidable figure among the First-Grade Outer Sect Disciples.

Hearing the name, Lin Fan also reacted. That name sounded familiar. Wait, wasn't this the fucking guy who greeted me last time?

Holy shit!

What's going on? Why did this guy come to kill me? I don't think I ever offended him.

There had to be a misunderstanding here. But now that he had cut him down, that misunderstanding no longer existed.

Lü Qiming quietly put the token away and exchanged a glance with Yin Xiaotian.

Yin Xiaotian understood immediately, then stepped forward. "Alright, all our fellow disciples are safe, and the mission is complete. Let's return to the sect."

"But first, let's go get the proof for the mission."