"Who is that, reckless enough to intrude upon the Taoist Immortal Mountain!?"
"Even the butcher Xu Fan doesn't dare show his face, yet here is a helicopter from the mundane world daring to fly over our heads. They must have a death wish!"
"Could it be that the butcher Xu Fan is inside?"
"Are you all really fooled by Xu Fan's boastful words? Two of his associates have vanished without a trace. Even if he cos, what can he do?"
At the foot of the Taoist mountain, the crowd bustled and buzzed with discussion. Everyone's eyes were drawn to this helicopter that had suddenly appeared. The Taoist Immortal Mountain above was similarly stirred into commotion.
Unlike those at the mountain's foot who were there for the spectacle, the issue of Xu Fan appearing was a matter of life and death for thousands of Taoist disciples, causing them no small amount of nervousness and unrest. Indeed, many timid disciples were quietly retreating in groups towards the back.
"Where is Xu Fan? Has he appeared?"
A figure flashed into view before the retreating Taoist disciples—it was the Supre Elder Mingxuan! Unlike the nervous and unprepared disciples, Mingxuan carried himself with calm poise, even wearing a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
His deanor showed not only a lack of fear regarding Xu Fan's arrival, but seed as if he were eager for it!
Of the five Supre Elders of the Taoists, three were already dead! Only two Supre Elders and one elder remain, while Xu Fan has co with great montum and rumored to have two Kai Yang Realm helpers! Yet from where does Mingxuan, who is only of the Mysterious Light Realm, derive such confidence to wear such an expression?
"Su... Supre Elder, we are still not sure..." the Taoist disciples stamred in reply.
Mingxuan was infuriated by the disciples' lack of information, his sleeve billowing as he coldly rebuked, "Not sure and yet you run? Return at once! Report to imdiately when you see Xu Fan appear!"
"If anyone flees in combat, they will be executed without rcy!"
The Taoist disciples shuddered involuntarily under Mingxuan's icy gaze and nodded repeatedly.
After wielding the stick, of course, there would be a sweet reward. Mingxuan's expression softened slightly as he pretended to casually reassure them, "That Xu Fan, I have seen him once and even faced him in combat. He is not as fearso as rumored, rely a cunning young lad! Those rumors you hear are just exaggerations and hearsay!"
Hearsay? That three Supre Elders who personally descended the mountain were slain by Xu Fan is hearsay? If it is indeed hearsay, why have the three Supre Elders not appeared?
A group of Taoist disciples nodded continuously, though inwardly cursing Mingxuan's hypocrisy...
Just as Mingxuan was rallying morale, the crowd at the mountain's foot erupted. The reason was simple: the helicopter flew over their heads to the foot of the Taoist Immortal Mountain and then suddenly stopped, maintaining its height with no sign of descending.
This group of people had been craning their necks to look at the sky and white clouds for three days and nights, and now a helicopter had shown up for them to crane their necks at once more, but the person inside refused to reveal themselves. How could the crowd endure it?
If not for the concern that the person inside might be Xu Fan, they would have long joined forces to shoot the helicopter down! Yet even so, there was no restraint in their words as curses were hurled skyward.
"What kind of trick is this, toying with us? Not a sound for half a day!"
"Watch your language! That person inside might be him!"
"Watch what I say? If he's brave enough to co, why not co down? I tell you, that butcher is all show and no substance! He'd better not co down, because if he does, I swear I'll tear him apart!"
In the Cultivation World, people often care more about face than in the mundane world. This large crowd at the mountain's foot wasn't there to cheer for Xu Fan but rather to seize the chance to gather information on the situation and perhaps make a connection either with Xu Fan or the Taoists.
If Xu Fan triumphed over the Taoists, they would celebrate with him. If the Taoists defeated Xu Fan, they'd all gather to condemn Xu Fan and celebrate for the Taoists. One shouldn't hit soone who cos with a smile, especially in these tumultuous tis, as showing one's face could not hurt.
However, the helicopter flying above had committed a major faux pas by not giving them the slightest acknowledgnt, flying directly overhead. If Xu Fan had descended from the helicopter, people wouldn't have been happy but would have let it go. Yet the helicopter stayed hovering in the air without any movent, leaving them like fools, stranded in place. How could they not be enraged?
"Brother Shi'nian, I think Xu Fan must be scared. Having never seen such a scene, he's too afraid to co down. How laughable!"
Beside Zhou Shi'nian, a woman covered her mouth, laughing daintily. Zhou Shi'nian frowned but did not reprimand her further.
So things and so people cannot be understood without seeing them in person. A sumr insect cannot discuss ice; it's useless to waste one's breath. That youth who once stood, clutching his wounds and on the verge of collapse, within the great hall of the Huang Family, had already grown to a level that commands admiration from the majority.
Yet, Zhou Shi'nian still could not understand why Xu Fan refused to descend from the helicopter. The three-day term had passed by a night, yet the person on the helicopter remained calm and unhurried. What on earth was Xu Fan planning? Was he preparing a plan to destroy the Taoists?
In reality, Xu Fan had no plan to destroy the Taoists; from the very beginning, his plan was just to fight his way up the mountain—nothing more. The reason for his delay in appearing was simply because Xu Fan could not co down at that mont.
The bitter cold of the Arctic, a night's journey from the Taoist Immortal Mountain, provided plenty of ti that Xu Fan was unwilling to waste. Midway, he had already begun cross-legged studying the Dragon Divine Art taught by the Black Dragon.
This study had made life difficult for the pilot of the helicopter.
Stop halfway and wait for Xu Fan to wake up before heading to the Taoist Immortal Mountain? How could the pilot maintain his life if he delayed Xu Fan's matters?
Fly to the destination first and then wake Xu Fan?
Initially, that was the pilot's plan, but midway Xu Fan's body emitted countless strands of black energy, eventually forming cloud-like black vapor, encompassing Xu Fan and transforming into a Wandering Dragon that spiraled around him. Such a frightening scene, how could an ordinary person dare to reach out?
Thus, the situation reached a stalemate.
Atop the Taoist Immortal Mountain, Mingxuan had completed his task, successfully rallying the morale of the disciples. They were ready to attack the imposter who had deceived the world as soon as Xu Fan appeared.
Below the mountain, people turned angrier as they cursed, their anger spilling over. Many were summoning their spiritual power, seemingly on the verge of taking action against the helicopter in the sky.
"Mr. Xu! Wake up! Please wake up!"
The pilot, never having encountered such a scene, was already in a state of panic like an ant on a hot griddle, yet still couldn't dare touch Xu Fan, only calling his na in an attempt to wake him up.
"Mr. Xu! Xu..."
Suddenly, the pilot's voice abruptly stopped, staring ahead in horror. Ahead, the swirling black clouds transford into a black dragon and drilled into Xu Fan's body. Xu Fan sat cross-legged with a faint, peculiar smile—the sight was indescribably strange!
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