Chapter 108: Lin Langtian, Are You Not Getting Down Yet?
[Ding! You touched the Martial Tablet of Fortune and obtained a grade-less martial art — Heaven and Earth Seal!]
The moment Lin Fan placed his hand on the Martial Tablet of Fortune, the familiar and delightful voice of the system rang out in his mind.
As expected—touching it did grant a reward!
The sound made Lin Fan's heart surge with joy.
And when he glanced at the brief description of the Heaven and Earth Seal, his excitement only grew stronger.
This martial art had only two techniques—or more accurately, two forms of hand seals.
The forward seal combined multiple types of energy into one, unleashing an overwhelmingly destructive force.
The reverse seal decomposed energy—and could even deconstruct physical matter or living beings!
Wasn't this just like the legendary Heaven and Earth Formation?
Lin Fan remembered that formation clearly from the original story.
During the sect competition held by the Eight Super Sects of the Eastern Xuan Region, Lin Dong had used that very formation to completely disintegrate the Yuan Gate disciples into nothingness.
It was absurdly powerful.
Lin Fan hadn't expected that, with just a casual touch out of curiosity, he would receive such an incredible reward.
And unlike the formation, Heaven and Earth Seal didn't require an array or a formation plate—it simply required Lin Fan to perform the seal techniques.
It couldn't be more convenient!
"Brother Lin Fan, what's wrong?"
Qing Tan asked curiously, noticing the change in his expression.
Lin Fan smiled. "Nothing, just had a sudden feeling that something really good is about to happen."
At that moment, a beam of sunlight suddenly poured down from the sky, illuminating the towering Martial Tablet of Fortune below.
Weng weng—
The light formed a pillar that connected the stone tablet and the heavens.
Soft, bell-like chimes echoed from the tablet, like the toll of ancient bronze bells.
As this spectacle unfolded, the people gathered in the plaza immediately became stirred with excitement.
One fiery and greedy gaze after another locked tightly onto the radiant Martial Tablet of Fortune.
Weng weng weng—
Under countless watchful eyes, ten beams of light suddenly shot out from the Martial Tablet.
They landed on the stone platform and condensed into ten ancient meditation cushions.
A faint fragrance drifted from the cushions, calming the minds of those who inhaled it.
Seeing those ten cushions, the crowd grew even more excited.
Everyone's eyes burned red with desire.
These ten ancient cushions were what they were all here for.
These were the Ten Seats of the Martial Tablet of Fortune!
However, for a brief moment, no one dared to move.
Everyone knew that without enough strength, trying to claim one would only activate the killing formation and lead to their death.
Many people subtly glanced toward Lin Fan, waiting to see what he would do.
But Lin Fan didn't move.
The square grew silent.
That silence didn't last long.
From the Lin Clan's area, Lin Langtian was the first to rise, walking step by step through the air until he sat down on the first cushion.
He had already accepted that Lin Fan had temporarily reconciled with the clan, so he wasn't worried about trouble for now.
And as for the younger generation present, aside from Lin Fan, Lin Langtian looked down on all of them.
After Lin Langtian, Wang Zhong of the Wang Clan, Qin Shi of the Qin Clan, and Huangfu Jing of the Huangfu Clan also chose their seats.
Following the Four Great Clans, the Demon Gate, Martial Alliance, and Yin Puppet Sect each claimed one as well.
Now, only three seats remained.
At this point, the crowd could barely contain their eagerness.
"Brother Lin Fan," Lin Dong called out, clearly getting excited too. His meaning was obvious.
Lin Fan smiled. "There are only three seats left. If the three of us take them all, won't the rest of these people have come here for nothing?"
A stunned silence fell across the square.
Those who had their sights set on the remaining cushions now stared at the three of them with hostility.
Lin Fan glanced around, but no one dared meet his gaze.
He continued, "So, we'll take none of the remaining three seats. If anyone else wants them—feel free to try."
Whoa—
The entire plaza exploded into commotion.
"What?!"
"What's he talking about?!"
"That's Lin Fan, right? The one who defeated Lin Langtian? He's basically the strongest of his generation—yet he's giving up his chance at inheritance?"
"What is he planning?!"
…
Even the major powers—the three top factions of the Great Wilderness and the Four Great Clans of the Great Yan Dynasty—were baffled.
Even Lin Dong and Qing Tan looked confused.
"Since that's the case, our Aoki Sect will not be polite! We'll take the eighth seat!"
A cultivator from the Aoki Sect of the Great Qing Dynasty finally stepped forward after a moment of chaotic murmuring.
"Go ahead," Lin Fan said casually, waving his hand.
And just like that, the Aoki Sect claimed the eighth seat.
Only two remained.
Suddenly, Lin Fan walked toward the Lin Clan's area and looked at the three elders, smiling as he spoke:
"Elders, shouldn't the seat the Lin Clan is holding be occupied by the clan's top genius?"
"What do you mean?" The elders frowned, and the white-haired elder at the lead asked in a deep voice.
Lin Fan replied calmly, "I believe the seat Lin Langtian occupies should be mine."
The elder's face showed a hint of difficulty. "Lin Fan, we're all of the same clan. There's no need to make things unpleasant."
Lin Fan smiled faintly. "If the elders won't uphold fairness, then I'll do it myself."
On the stone platform, Lin Langtian's face turned extremely ugly.
His fists clenched tightly as rage boiled in his chest.
The white-haired elder sighed, considering Lin Fan's strength.
He finally turned to Lin Langtian and said, "Langtian, in that case, give up your seat."
Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction.
He might not be able to kill Lin Langtian for now, but this—this public humiliation was just as good.
And having the elder issue the order made it even more painful for Lin Langtian.
Everyone instinctively turned to look at Lin Langtian. Their expressions varied—amused, shocked, sympathetic. It was quite the spectacle.
"Thank you, Elder, for your sense of justice," Lin Fan said lightly, stepping forward into the air and heading toward Lin Langtian's seat.
At this point, Lin Langtian's eyes were blazing with fury. He wished he could rip Lin Fan to pieces.
When had he ever been forced like this? Humiliated like this?!
"Master Mu… help me. I want him dead!"
Lin Langtian roared inwardly at the soul within him.
The spirit sighed. "That kid's already at the peak of the Manifestation Stage. His body is abnormal too. Even if I help you, killing him won't be easy."
"For now, endure. It's just a seat—it won't stop you from getting the inheritance. A gentleman bides his time—revenge can wait ten years."
"Lin Langtian, are you not getting down yet?!"
Lin Fan had already reached him, walking through the air.
Hovering above, he looked down at Lin Langtian and shouted coldly.
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