"To transcend everything, to roam freely, to be eternally free. But who can be eternally free? Freedom is easier said than done. Glory Sect's ten thousand years of history, out of the hundred Patriarchs, can one of them be eternally free? Elder Liang, can you be eternally free? What was the point of practicing martial arts? That is to raise one's own limits, to be able to repay gratitude and grudges, and to protect important things. Once you enter the sect, you will no longer be at ease. Instead, no matter if you are a genius disciple or a servant disciple, you are an indispensable part of the sect. "
"If the sect is strong, you'll be strong. If the sect is weak, you'll be weak. As a member of the sect, you'll have to give your all to make the sect stronger. How can you talk about freedom …?" Lin Fan was also a chatterbox at this moment. Regardless of whether the other party understood or not, he would first spew out a bunch of words to make the other party speechless.
Eternal freedom and whatnot? Lin Fan would definitely agree to it. If one didn't pursue eternal freedom and cultivation, then what the hell was the point of cultivating?
But now that this old man was so arrogant, it was impossible not to suppress him.
Even though he might be hated by this old man, Lin Fan wasn't afraid at all. After all, he was from Glory Sect, not Jiuxiao Sect. Why would he be afraid of the other party making things difficult for him?
"Great! Junior Master Lin, you're the best!"
"Junior Master Lin, everything you say is true. Cultivation is all for the sake of protecting the things that are most important to us. My innate potential is not high enough. How can I possibly attain eternal freedom?"
...
The disciples of Glory Sect chimed in one after another. Even though they were on Junior Master Lin's side, the words that Junior Master Lin had just said had a huge impact on their hearts.
Some disciples didn't have much talent to begin with, so their cultivation couldn't increase after a long time. Wanting to pursue eternal freedom was undoubtedly a fool's dream.
Now, Lin Fan's words had given them something to pursue in life.
As disciples of the sect, they naturally hoped that the sect would become stronger. Therefore, they could only put in all their effort to protect the sect and make it better.
...
Liang Yichu was a little stumped. He was struck speechless by this junior. In fact, he didn't even know how to rebut.
Liang Yichu didn't know what to say, especially the phrase "Can you be free forever?"
Which of the Old Ancestors of Jiuxiao Sect could live forever? He really didn't.
Especially himself. Could he be free forever? That was a fool's dream.
Even if he wanted to save face, he didn't dare to say that he could live forever.
Lin Fan shook his head and sighed, sounding like an old man. "Sigh. Everyone thinks that cultivation is good. But they don't know that cultivation is as deep as the ocean. It's not as simple as they think it is."
This bullsh * t was blown away by Lin Fan's bullsh * t.
Wuya looked at Lin Fan in astonishment. He hadn't expected this kid to say something like that. And when he thought about it carefully, it did seem to make some sense.
"Humph."
Right at this moment, a sharp and ferocious Sword Intent suddenly erupted.
'Weng …!'
A long sword came from the void. The sharp light seemed to cut through everything, causing the void to tremble, as if it could be torn apart at any time.
"Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest. Only the weak would find an excuse to escape from everything. The strong must be firm in their hearts and live forever. That's the highest state. No regrets in this life. Even if you fail, at least you will follow your heart. Do you dare to receive my sword?" Xinfeng's long hair danced in the air. His eyes were as sharp as a sword, cutting through everything before him.
He pointed his sword at Lin Fan.
"Do you dare to receive my sword?" Xinfeng asked coldly.
His heart was filled with rage. This person was even more arrogant than him. Even an Elder was speechless in front of him. As a genius disciple of Jiuxiao Sect, he had to win back face for the sect.
He wanted to use his strongest Sword Intent to let the other party understand the difference between them. No matter how much logic he had, in the face of absolute power, he had to lower his head.
Liang Yichu let out a smile in his heart. However, his expression revealed a hint of displeasure, "My dear disciple, how could you do this? Hurry up and retract your Sword Will. If it affects those junior brothers of the Glory Sect, you'll be making a huge mistake."
Xinfeng's face was expressionless as he glared at Lin Fan. He did not retract his Sword Intent just because of his master's words.
He had been by his master's side for more than ten years now. Every single word and action of his master was something he knew like the back of his hand.
Even though his master's words sounded like he was asking him to retract his Sword Intent, he knew what his master was trying to say.
"Release it. Let them understand your prowess …"
Under the pressure of this Sword Intent, some of the weaker disciples of Glory Sect started to turn pale. Beads of perspiration dripped down their foreheads. This Sword Intent was like a gigantic mountain that was crushing down on their hearts.
It was like a sharp sword that was tearing at their hearts, causing them to feel a sense of fear.
The geniuses of Jiuxiao Sect curled their lips into a grin.
Senior Brother was enraged. He was trying to let them understand the difference in their strength.
Before they came, the Elder had already analyzed the situation with them.
Three years ago, the genius disciple Mieqiongqi had been locked up for killing a fellow disciple. Now, there was no one left to support Jiuxiao Sect. As for Zong Hentian, even though he was strong, compared to Xinfeng, he was still way too weak.
Therefore, with Xinfeng's Sword Intent rampaging and forming a Sword Intent Field, there was no disciple in Glory Sect who could defend against it.
"This sword is extraordinary. What is it?" Lin Fan placed his hands behind his back and took a step forward casually. Those calm eyes of his were fixed on Xinfeng.
"A sword is a sword …" Xinfeng replied coldly. Within his eyes, two long swords were formed from Sword Intent, emitting a sharp aura.
"What's the harm in receiving a sword from you? Give it to me." Lin Fan's aura was overflowing. Those eyes of his were filled with disdain, as though nothing in this world was worthy of his attention.
Xinfeng snorted coldly. With a loud buzz, the long sword in his hands flew out of his hands and into Lin Fan's hands.
"This sword only has one master in its life. Be careful." Xinfeng glared at Lin Fan. This sword was filled with an unparalleled Sword Intent. Anyone who wielded this sword would be tormented by its Sword Intent. Since that was the case, Xinfeng did not mind letting the other party know just how terrifying this sword was.
Gripping the long sword, Lin Fan's lips curled into a smile.
'Ding … congratulations 《Eternal Demon Body》 experience + 10,000.'
The moment he gripped the long sword, Lin Fan could feel a surge of Sword Intent gushing into his body. But sadly, it was useless against Lin Fan.
The geniuses of Jiuxiao Sect were in disbelief at the fact that the other party could hold onto Senior Brother Xinfeng's long sword.
The smile on Liang Yichu's face gradually disappeared.
There was definitely something wrong with this disciple of Glory Sect. His own disciple's sword was infused with an endless amount of Sword Intent after years of cultivation.
But to think that this disciple was perfectly fine! This was unbelievable!
"This is a good sword. But it's a pity." Lin Fan shook his head calmly.
And at that instant, something that shocked everyone happened.
Lin Fan raised his sword and slammed it down on his body.
CLANG!
The sound of metal breaking rang out.
The moment Xinfeng's long sword made contact with Lin Fan's body, it shattered into pieces, scattering all over the ground.
This …!
Everyone was completely dumbfounded. Even Wuya and Liang Yichu were taken aback.
"Do you dare to receive a brick from me?" Lin Fan stretched out his right hand, holding a red brick.
This brick looked normal, without any special features.
But it was this brick, coupled with Lin Fan's unique posture, that gave off an incomparably strong pressure.
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