Chapter 210: Ling Qingzhu's Stirred Heart, Choosing a Sect!
Lin Fan gazed at Ling Qingzhu's celestial figure for a moment, then smiled faintly and descended slowly from the sky to the summit of the Hundred Dynasties Mountain.
Now was not the time for a reunion with Ling Qingzhu.
Although there was little difference in strength between them now, he still had to be wary of the high-ranking members of the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace.
If they found out he had taken Ling Qingzhu's purity, they might very well want to tear him limb from limb.
"Huh? That woman... Back in the Nirvana Cave of the Tianyan Mountains, wasn't that her? Looks like something happened between you two, eh?"
Xiao Diao noticed Lin Fan's distraction and leaned over with a teasing grin.
Lin Fan patted Xiao Diao on the shoulder and said, "That's big brother's private business. Don't ask."
[Ding! You patted Lin Diao and received one Ancient Immortal Essence Fruit!]
At the same time, the familiar voice of the system rang in Lin Fan's mind.
Another Ancient Immortal Essence Fruit? Meh, nothing special.
Lin Fan wasn't particularly moved by the reward.
Xiao Diao rolled his eyes at Lin Fan's words but didn't bother correcting the title.
...
"Damn it!"
In midair, Zheng Zhong's face darkened as he stared at the warping spatial rifts. From those locations, he could feel multiple powerful auras growing clearer.
Clearly, their plan had been thoroughly exposed!
"They showed up faster than expected," Wudao said with mild surprise before turning a cheerful gaze toward Zheng Zhong. "Looks like your plan has completely failed."
"Bastard!"
Zheng Zhong's face was livid, and fury churned in his heart.
After all this time laying low, their entire scheme had collapsed in the final moments.
"Since you're here, don't even think about leaving. Yuan Gate will represent the Eastern Xuan Region in judging your crimes!" sneered Liu Tong from the side.
"Hmph, fine. This time, we'll admit defeat. But don't think you have what it takes to detain us," Zheng Zhong shot back mockingly.
"Still got the nerve to talk tough?"
Liu Tong barked furiously, stepping forward. A surge of Yuan Power gathered and condensed into a glowing disc, which streaked through the sky toward Zheng Zhong with terrifying speed.
"Everyone, don't let them escape!" Liu Tong shouted to the others as he attacked.
"Hmph!"
Zheng Zhong's face turned icy. He swiftly changed his hand seals, and the black clouds above writhed as space tore open to reveal a massive, dark rift.
From within the rift, black light poured out and transformed into a black scroll floating before him.
A wave of terrifying pressure surged from the scroll.
"Heaven-Sealing Array Diagram?!"
Seeing the scroll, Liu Tong's expression shifted, his eyes flashing with intense greed.
Whoosh!
The scroll trembled lightly, unleashing a black beam that shattered Liu Tong's attack instantly.
Zheng Zhong then swiftly altered his seals again, sending wave after wave of black light pouring from the scroll. The light formed a grand formation beneath their feet.
"Heh. The Eastern Xuan Region lives up to its name. For now, you can keep the Ancient Battlefield—but during the next Xuan Region War, this space will belong to us."
With a cold sneer, Zheng Zhong activated the formation. A beam of black light erupted, wrapping around him and his men.
Rip!
Space tore open, and they vanished without a trace.
"Damn it!"
Liu Tong cursed loudly as he watched them disappear.
"No need to be so angry, Steward Liu Tong. With the Heaven-Sealing Array in hand, there was no way to stop them," Wudao said with a casual smile. "I suggest we return to presiding over the Hundred Dynasties War. Though I believe we already have our champion."
"Hmph!" Liu Tong snorted, his mood clearly foul.
He had hoped for Qin Tian to win the title, but now all the glory had fallen into Lin Fan's lap.
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"What a waste of time. Let's wrap this up and go."
Meanwhile, within the void, the disciples from the various super sects expressed their disappointment.
They bowed respectfully toward their elders in the distance before turning and leaving.
"Let's go too…"
Over at the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace's group, Ling Qingzhu swept her gaze over the scene and spoke calmly.
With that, she turned and flew off.
The other disciples quickly followed her, transforming into streaks of light that shot toward the Eastern Xuan Region.
Whoosh!
As they entered the outer layers of the void, a beam of golden light suddenly shot toward them, caught by a woman behind Ling Qingzhu.
"Senior Sister Mo, what is it?" someone nearby asked curiously.
"It's a soul-transmission message. It's about the Hundred Dynasties War," Senior Sister Mo said with a smile.
"What's there to talk about? The champion is probably from the Tianyuan Dynasty again..." someone muttered with clear dissatisfaction.
"You're actually wrong this time. The champion isn't from the Tianyuan Dynasty," Senior Sister Mo replied with a smile.
"Oh? Then who is it?" The others were surprised.
"I'm not too familiar with him, but I heard his name is Lin Fan."
Whoosh!
As soon as those words left her mouth, Ling Qingzhu's graceful figure froze mid-flight. Her usually serene, pool-like eyes suddenly showed a flash of disbelief.
Lin Fan... that man?
He entered the Hundred Dynasties War—and even became the champion?
In that moment, her mind swirled with complex emotions. The memory of that moment in the Nirvana Cave, and everything that had happened over the past four years, surged up like a tide. For the first time, she found it hard to maintain her usual composure.
"Senior Sister Qingzhu, is something wrong?"
The disciples behind her paused at her sudden halt and asked cautiously.
"It's nothing," Ling Qingzhu replied softly. She turned her head slightly, gazing into the distance as though trying to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure.
A moment later, she retracted her gaze, hesitated no more, and with a shimmer of blue lotus beneath her feet, she turned into a streak of light and flew off.
But inside her heart, there was no longer peace.
Back on the summit of the Hundred Dynasties Mountain, as the battle drew to a close, the powerhouses from the super sects slowly descended and hovered above.
Their presence quieted the remaining buzz of the crowd.
Many eyes burned with expectation, clearly anticipating what would come next.
"Gentlemen, I think we no longer need the final round of the competition," Wudao said with a smile, turning to the others. "The final battle of the Nirvana Golden Ranking was only to decide the champion, and I think we've found him."
The elder from Desolate Hall nodded with a grin. "I believe we can all agree."
The others nodded one by one.
Only Liu Tong frowned slightly, clearly displeased.
Qin Tian had failed to win the title, and things were no longer under his control. But there was no room to object now.
"Lin Fan, now then… which super sect would you like to join?"
Ignoring Liu Tong's expression, Wudao turned his smiling gaze toward Lin Fan on the summit and asked.
As his voice fell, the other seven sect elders also turned their eyes toward Lin Fan.
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