Chapter 689

"Young Master Tianji has arrived!"

A loud shout drew the attention of everyone in the city, and in the blink of an eye, the walls of Wudicheng were packed with a surging crowd.

"You've come, little brother?"

Lin Fan was surprised to see A Fei, his little brother, and greeted him with great enthusiasm.

"You're making such a grand display, sending out a sound transmission to announce it to the world; I had to come and cheer you on!"

As he spoke, A Fei revealed his signature shy smile.

"Hahaha, come inside and have a drink with me. Everyone, thank you for coming to support me. Please wait one more day; tomorrow is the moment we witness history!"

Lin Fan waved his hand, and the Azure Dragon was retracted into his small world. He then greeted the onlookers and headed toward the City Lord's Mansion with A Fei and the three women.

"You brat, you finally know how to come back. Because of you, my Wudicheng is already overflowing with people!"

"The more people, the better; it's lively. I see you're getting on in years—isn't it nice to let you experience a lively atmosphere?"

Facing Wang Xianzhi's stern questioning, Lin Fan was somewhat indifferent.

"If we're talking about age, I'm the one who's truly old. I've lived for eight hundred years, fearing death and clinging to life, so I've lived enough!"

At this moment, Zhang Fuyao stepped forward to mediate.

"Do not say the scholar lacks courage, daring to call the heavens to sink into the sea! Although you, senior, have stayed in the human world for eight hundred years and monopolized eighty percent of the Confucian luck, making it difficult for scholars of the world to become sages again, your actions were not out of greed for longevity or relying on luck to extend your life. Instead, you were guarding the human world for all people. Your righteousness is high, and this junior admires you!"

Everyone present was a Land Immortal, so they naturally knew why Zhang Fuyao had been hiding in the human world for eight hundred years, and they bowed to him one after another.

"What high righteousness? It was just that my strength wasn't enough, so I could only shrink back into the human world to defend it, unable to take the initiative to attack the Heavenly Realm. This actually hindered the development of those who came after. I now doubt whether my original decision was correct. Perhaps without me monopolizing eighty percent of the Confucian luck for eight hundred years, a brilliant and peerless talent might have emerged among the later generations—who knows?"

Zhang Fuyao signaled for everyone to forgo the formalities. After knowing Lin Fan's strength, he truly felt he was old and had lived eight hundred years in vain. If he had given up his position to the young earlier, perhaps the Confucian school could have produced a great talent like Lin Fan.

"Hand grasping the sun and moon, plucking the stars; in this world, there is no one like me. Old Zhang, your approach wasn't wrong either. I am an accident; without this accident, it would have been extremely difficult for later generations to surpass you, the first sage. Even if they caught up to you, it would only be a matter of being on par. Expecting later generations to fight their way into the Heavenly Realm is still a bit difficult for them!"

Lin Fan smiled, then began to praise himself.

"Little friend is certainly not humble, but your strength is indeed invincible in the world. I really don't know how you reached this realm at such a young age!"

Zhang Sanfeng and the others couldn't help but laugh at these words. "Hand grasping the sun and moon, plucking the stars; in this world, there is no one like me"—Lin Fan was truly arrogant enough, but he had the capital for such arrogance. Perhaps the Heavenly Realm would perish at his hands tomorrow.

"Brat, tomorrow we old bones also want to use our remaining heat and go to the Heavenly Realm with you for a battle!"

An old man radiating sword intent suddenly said to Lin Fan.

"This is… Dugu Qiubai?"

Lin Fan felt the sword intent on the old man for a moment, then asked curiously.

"Not bad, not bad, there is actually someone who knows my name; it's truly rare!"

The old man laughed heartily with gratification.

"We are all old; now is the era of the young. We have hidden in the human world for so long, and now the young dare to fight their way to the Heavenly Realm. We have truly lived these many years in vain!"

At this time, a "young man" radiating an ethereal, carefree aura also smiled and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder.

"Xiaoyaozi?"

Lin Fan felt the carefree aura on the "young man" and felt it was familiar. Suddenly, a name flashed in his mind, and he blurted it out.

"Hahaha, it is I. You recognize me too?"

The "young man" didn't expect Lin Fan to know him, considering he had been living in seclusion for many years.

"This is the Nanhai Divine Nun!"

"The Wine-Drinking Monk."

"The Sweeping Monk."

"Duan Siping."

"Murong Longcheng."

"Ancestor Kuihua."

"The Old Man of the Frontier."

"Gu Mutian."

"Gu Jianhun."

"Duanmu Dian."

"Xiao Qiushui."

"Wuming."

"Wu Ming."

……

Xiaoyaozi originally wanted to introduce everyone to Lin Fan, but he didn't expect them to introduce themselves one after another. Hearing their names, Lin Fan was somewhat surprised; he didn't expect there to be so many experts whom the world thought had long since passed away.

"Greetings to you all. I didn't expect so many legendary seniors to come here to observe the ceremony. Lin is truly honored."

"Hahaha, Young Master Tianji, don't mind us old fellows. We just plan to go to the Heavenly Realm with you tomorrow to join in the fun!"

Everyone bowed to Lin Fan one after another. Everyone was a Land Immortal, and Lin Fan's strength was far above theirs, so there was no distinction between senior and junior; they all treated Lin Fan as an equal.

"Then please make yourselves at home; Lin still has some trivial matters to handle!"

Lin Fan bid farewell to the group of old monsters and left the City Lord's Mansion with A Fei and the three women.

Lin Fan arrived in the city and found Huang Yaoshi and his wife, so he waved his hand and let Huang Rong out.

"Rong'er!"

"Father, Mother!"

Huang Rong ran happily toward Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng. Although she knew they would definitely come to Wudicheng to observe the ceremony, she was still overjoyed to see her parents.

"Young Master Lin!"

Just as Lin Fan was about to go over and chat with Huang Yaoshi, a voice called out to him.

"Yin Tianxue, it's you."

"It is I, Young Master Lin. I said I would come to Wudicheng, and I did not break my word."

Yin Tianxue ran to Lin Fan's side and said with a solemn expression.

"Good, you did not break your word. Is your father's injury no longer a concern?"

"No concern. Young Master Lin, you saved my life and my father's life. This life-saving grace cannot be repaid. Tianxue wishes to offer herself to you; I hope you will not refuse!"

Yin Tianxue bit her lip and gathered her courage for a long time before finally saying it.

"Qingniao, is there a beauty throwing herself into the Young Master's arms?"

Hongshu asked Qingniao beside her with a look of surprise.

"Isn't this a very common occurrence? No need to make a fuss!"

Qingniao was indifferent; having been by Lin Fan's side for a while, she was quite well-informed.

Yin Tianxue throwing herself at him alone was still considered rare; often there were beauties coming in groups or bringing their families to throw themselves at him.

"If you are willing to offer yourself, why should I refuse? From now on, you shall follow me!"

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows. When he saved Yin Tianxue before, her eyes had revealed love; now that she had come to offer herself, it was the most normal thing in the world.