Chapter 111: A Shocking Sight, the Martial Inheritance Begins!
"I can't believe even with all of the Wang Clan joining forces, they still weren't a match for Master Lin Fan!"
"Master Lin Fan is just too powerful!"
"But I doubt the Wang Clan will let this go…"
"Not only is he terrifyingly strong, but he's also ruthless. Even members of the Four Great Clans aren't safe. From now on, we'd best not provoke him at all!"
…
Lin Fan stared at the wounded Wang Zhong, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes.
If it were up to him, he would've finished the job right then and there.
But he had to consider the Lin Family in Flame City.
If he killed Wang Zhong now, the Wang Clan's patriarch—a Nirvana Stage expert—might step in personally.
And Lin Fan wasn't strong enough to face someone at that level yet.
So for now, he decided to keep Wang Zhong alive as a hostage. That way, the Wang Clan wouldn't dare make any reckless moves.
Once he broke through to Nirvana Stage or obtained a powerful puppet, killing him later would be no trouble.
With that thought, Lin Fan suddenly slammed his palm toward Wang Zhong.
Boom!
A dull thud rang out as Wang Zhong's body flew like a broken kite, smashing into the Martial Tablet of Fortune before crashing to the ground, completely incapacitated.
"Xiao Huo'er, Xiao Yan, watch him. If he tries to escape, eat him," Lin Fan ordered with a wave of his hand, casually collecting the Wang Clan's storage pouches.
This time, he'd deliberately preserved them instead of obliterating them.
Roar! Roar!
Xiao Huo'er and Xiao Yan nodded in unison, growling lowly as they kept a close watch on Wang Zhong.
Everyone around the square was stunned. They couldn't help but look at Lin Fan with reverence and awe.
Even the remaining three great clans didn't dare speak out against him.
Lin Fan's eyes swept over the plaza, and no one dared meet his gaze.
Satisfied, he finally took the seat that once belonged to Wang Zhong.
Huff...
Everyone around the Martial Tablet finally let out a collective breath of relief.
This star of calamity had finally calmed down.
For now… they were safe.
Aside from Lin Fan, Lin Dong, and Qing Tan, the remaining seats were occupied by Lin Langtian, Qin Shi, Huangfu Jing, Mu Qianqian, and Wu Ci.
As in the original story, after some brief fighting, the final two seats went to the Aoki Sect and Bliss Valley.
And so, all ten seats had found their owners.
The rest of the plaza could only sigh and regret—they were too late or too weak.
About ten minutes passed after the seats were filled, and then the Martial Tablet of Fortune stirred once more.
A strange light slowly spread from its surface, covering the entire stone platform—and all ten seated figures within it.
As the light swept over their bodies, Lin Fan felt a cool sensation pass over him, as if something was scanning his entire being.
Before he could react, a glowing vortex appeared on the Martial Tablet.
An irresistible suction emerged. A wisp of Lin Fan's spiritual energy was drawn from his body and into the vortex without resistance…
Weng weng…
On the platform, the ten seated figures were like statues, motionless and solemn. A deep, bell-like hum echoed from the tablet, reverberating through the skies and calming every heart present.
Everyone gazed expectantly at the ten figures, their eyes filled with curiosity and envy.
They knew those ten would soon begin to receive martial inheritance from the tablet.
But what kind of inheritance they'd get… depended entirely on their fate and talent.
Wang Zhong's eyes locked onto Lin Fan with hatred.
If not for Lin Fan, he would've had a seat among them.
Roar!
As if sensing Wang Zhong's killing intent, Xiao Huo'er let out a low growl and bared his fangs.
Wang Zhong's expression shifted. He quickly averted his gaze and sat cross-legged to rest.
Becoming tiger food now would be the most pathetic end possible.
No one interfered—everyone just looked on with complicated expressions.
"I wonder… who will be the one to receive the greatest inheritance this time…"
The murmurs drifted across the square as everyone turned their attention back to the ten figures on the platform.
As Lin Fan's spiritual energy entered the vortex, his mind wavered. His surroundings changed rapidly.
The platform and square vanished—replaced by a boundless starry sky.
Lin Fan hovered in the middle of the cosmic void, calmly observing his surroundings.
Streams of light streaked past like shooting stars.
Each carried a different intensity of energy fluctuation—some faint, others overwhelming.
Lin Fan realized these lights represented martial arts hidden within the tablet.
And the deeper into the tablet one ventured, the higher the grade of martial techniques.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan surged forward into the depths of the starry realm.
Meteor-like lights shot past him, but he ignored them all.
Suddenly, he felt a powerful repelling force from the surrounding stars—as if trying to eject him.
"Looks like I'm getting close to the center," he murmured, pushing forward with all his strength against the resistance.
After ten more minutes of pushing through the oppressive force, Lin Fan spotted a massive stone tablet looming ahead in the starry distance.
"That must be the tablet spirit."
Grimacing through the growing pressure, he finally reached the shadow of the stone tablet.
Recalling how Lin Dong had communicated with it in the original story, he released a wisp of spiritual energy into the tablet's core.
He patiently maintained the link. For nearly a quarter of an hour, nothing happened—
Then a ray of light finally emerged from the tablet spirit, enveloping Lin Fan's body.
His surroundings shifted once again. The stars vanished, replaced by an endless void.
In front of him stood towering pillars of light, ancient and awe-inspiring.
Around the pillars, countless silhouettes shimmered—some shaped like people, others like beasts, some like swords, spears, or blades—each exuding powerful martial intent.
"No wonder they say this tablet came from an ancient sect… so many martial techniques!"
Lin Fan couldn't help but marvel at the sight.
His gaze darted around, but he didn't see Lin Dong.
He wasn't concerned—Lin Dong may have gone even deeper.
He walked among the pillars of light, feeling the intense energy radiating from each. His eyes burned with desire.
After several more minutes, he finally reached his limit.
Unlike Lin Dong, he didn't have an Ancestral Stone to suppress the repelling force.
So he stopped at the deepest point he could reach and entered the martial pillar before him.
What he saw shocked him.
It was a colossal, jet-black giant hand!
An eerie and oppressive aura radiated from it, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
And on the palm of that massive hand were five glowing, ancient characters, emanating terrifying power.
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