Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1520 So what if you're a great fighter?

"Why did you kill them...?"

Instead of answering his question, the other person repeated the same sentence.

His tone carried an unquestionable authority, as if he were judging a prisoner who had committed a serious crime.

Upon hearing this, Su Fan's lips curled into a cold smile.

“They followed me furtively, spying on my every move. Even if they had some reason to provoke me, they deserve to die…”

His voice suddenly turned fierce and violent, perfectly capturing the ruthlessness he had shown before when killing without blinking an eye.

He deliberately emphasized the word "damn it," his tone filled with murderous intent that seemed to burst through his mind, in order to conceal the fact that he already knew the other party's identity.

The voice in Su Fan's mind was silent for a moment, as if judging the truth of his words.

Su Fan held his breath and maintained his outwardly violent demeanor, while his mind raced with calculations.

Since the other party did not take direct action but instead repeatedly questioned, it indicates that there is still room for negotiation.

Or rather, the other party needs him to travel to the Qianlun Realm alive.

A moment later, the voice rang out again, carrying an unquestionable command.

"You must return to your sect immediately and head to the Qianlun Realm..."

Upon hearing this, Su Fan's expression changed drastically. His voice carried just the right amount of shock and fear, and his body even trembled slightly.

"You...you are a senior from the upper realm..."

He deliberately lowered his stance, pretending to be flattered, in order to lull the other party into a false sense of security.

"Do you know... why we recruit cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage from the lower realms to go to the Qianlun Realm..."

The voice in Su Fan's sea of ​​consciousness asked slowly, its tone carrying a subtle complexity, as if trying to glean something from him.

What you're doing is none of my business.

Although he thought this way, his face was full of respect as he bowed to the void with his hands clasped, his tone sincere.

"This junior is ignorant and knows nothing about this. Please enlighten me, senior..."

He deliberately appeared compliant, but in reality, he was secretly observing the other party's reaction, looking for an opportunity to break the deadlock.

Su Fan's fingers, hanging by his sides, curled up quietly, his nails almost digging into his palms.

The person he was facing at this moment was a terrifying existence from the Daoist sect of the Upper Realm. Even if it was just a projection of his consciousness, he was far beyond what he could contend with.

He knew better than anyone that if he said even half a wrong word in today's conversation, he would probably be crushed to dust in the blink of an eye, his very soul gone.

The voice in his mind finally rang out again, carrying a heavy tone, yet also revealing a deliberately crafted sense of compassion.

"Our human race's Daoist sect has been fighting fiercely with the demon race for thousands of years, with no clear victor. Now, the demon race, ungrateful for its own good, has joined forces with several brutal races, including the ghost race and the skeleton race, to launch a frenzied attack on our human race's Daoist sect."

Even more hateful is that they recently plotted a sneak attack on the Qianlun Realm in the lower realm, and have now occupied nearly half of that realm's territory. Countless human cultivators and mortals have now become food for the demon race..."

Su Fan appeared to be listening attentively with his head down, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly from an angle unseen by anyone.

You speak so eloquently, but why the hell weren't you doing this earlier?

If they hadn't started the trouble in the first place, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.

He had heard from the old dragon Li Gao that although the human race's Daoist sect in the upper realm was not a top-tier force, it was still somewhat stronger than the demon race.

He would never believe that the demon race started this racial war.

At least the human race's Daoist sect is involved and must bear primary responsibility.

Now that the demon race has joined forces with other races to launch a counterattack, these old fogies from the upper realm have finally panicked and remembered to recruit soldiers from the lower realm.

He suppressed his sarcasm and pretended to be puzzled.

"Senior, since we are rushing to the aid of the Qianlun Realm, this should be a major event for the human Daoist sects. Why is it being kept secret? Normally, summoning cultivators from the lower realms to fight against foreign enemies should be announced to the world..."

Upon hearing this, the voice in his mind suddenly fell silent, remaining still for a long time.

Su Fan sneered inwardly; he had guessed correctly.

The Daoist sects of the upper realm weren't trying to keep it a secret; they were simply afraid to tell the truth.

Of course, that powerful figure from the upper realm wouldn't tell Su Fan the reason.

In order to entice the recruited cultivators from the lower realms to fight to the death, the upper realms would always make solemn vows, promising to bring them into the upper realms for cultivation after the war.

But how could the upper realm possibly accept so many cultivators from the lower realm?

In the end, most of them would use the pretext of "a sneak attack by the demon race" or "an accident on the battlefield" to try to eliminate these lower-realm cultivators who survived the great battle before the war ended.

Sometimes, in order to save energy, the human race's Taoist sects in the upper realm would even secretly make deals with the demon race.

You help me eliminate a group of cultivators, and I'll help you wipe out some low-level demonic beasts.

In any case, the demon race is large in number, and after each great battle, they need to clean up the lower-level demon beasts, which coincides with the human race's Taoist sect's plan to deplete their resources.

Even if we take a step back and assume there's no help from the demon race, the upper realm could easily send down a Mahayana cultivator.

To wipe out these Nascent Soul cultivators would be as easy as waving a hand.

After all, in the Upper Realm where it's a matter of life and death, cultivators at the Integration Realm are nothing special, at most equivalent to Golden Core Realm cultivators in the Lower Realm, whose lives are worth less than grass.

After about half an incense stick's time, the voice in his mind rang out again, its tone somewhat stiff.

"The main problem is that the Qianlun Realm is almost completely overrun. If this matter is made public, it might cause panic in many lower realms, which would only create chaos..."

Su Fan rolled his eyes inwardly.

Fuck whoever believes it, I don't believe it.

From now on, he won't believe a single punctuation mark on what those old fogies in the upper realm say.

But of course he wouldn't expose it to their faces, since now is not the time to break off relations, nor is it necessary.

He bowed deeply to the void once more, his tone respectful yet tinged with a hint of difficulty.

"Reporting to the senior, it is the duty of every cultivator of our human race's Daoist sect to rush to the aid of the Qianlun Realm, and this junior has no reason to refuse."

"But I am currently in seclusion, and at a crucial moment in my breakthrough. If I were to abruptly interrupt this, it might damage my foundation..."

At this point, he bowed deeply again, adopting an extremely humble posture.

"Senior, could you grant me another ten years? Once I have successfully emerged from seclusion and stabilized my cultivation, I will immediately rush to the Qianlun Realm to provide assistance. Even if I am shattered to pieces, I will never retreat a single step..."

When the time comes, I'll just run to the side, is that alright?

In fact, his words were just a test; he didn't have any hope at all.

After all, the big shots in the upper realm have always acted domineeringly, and they would never give cultivators in the lower realm any room to bargain.

However, Su Fan always had a habit of stretching things out during negotiations.

What if they agree? How will we know if we don't try?

But to his surprise, the voice in his mind soon rang out, carrying an undeniable determination, yet it was much more reassuring than he had expected.

"No, ten years is too long. Three years at most. You must arrive in the Qianlun Realm on time after three years, without fail..."

Su Fan was startled, and even his drooping head subconsciously lifted up.

That old man actually agreed.

Although he only secured three years, far less than his expected ten years, it was still a huge surprise.

It's important to understand that successfully negotiating with a powerful figure from the upper realm is already an extremely rare feat. How could Su Fan possibly ask for more? That would be utterly delusional.

That's already awesome enough, what more could you want?

He immediately composed himself, feigning extreme distress, frowning and pondering for a moment before finally bowing deeply to the heavens as if he had made up his mind.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, senior. I will always remember your kindness. After my seclusion ends in three years, I will immediately set off for the 'Qianlun Realm'. Even if I perish then, I will never fail your expectations..."

Where I run to when that happens will be out of your hands.

"Hmm... Remember what you said today..."

The voice in his mind disappeared completely after uttering those words, leaving no further sound.

Su Fan stood frozen in place for a long while before slowly straightening up and letting out a long sigh of relief. His back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He was actually on tenterhooks the whole time, after all, he had killed the avatars of three cultivators from the upper realm, and it was already a miracle that the other party hadn't made a direct attack.

The fact that we've managed to gain three more years is truly a blessing in disguise.

At this moment, he felt both joy and sorrow.

The good news is that he has finally secured a precious period of seclusion for himself, which is enough for him to make further progress in three years.

The worry is that there's no escaping it in the end; three years later, I'll still have to go to the Qianlun Realm to serve those old fogies in the Upper Realm.

But he knew very well that this was the best result he could get.

If he continues to be greedy, he may bring about his own death.

However, judging from the attitude of that powerful figure from the upper realm just now, it seems that the other party values ​​him exceptionally.

Su Fan thought for a moment and realized that it was probably because he had used the ancient forbidden technique of thunder to severely injure the true form of the great demon from the upper realm.

But no matter how much he values ​​him, once he reaches the Qianlun Realm, he will ultimately just be a capable fighter.

In the eyes of the powerful figures of the human Daoist sects in the upper realm, a cultivator like him, who came from the lower realm, was no different from a servant.

Once they lose their usefulness, they can be discarded at any time.

Thinking about this, Su Fan felt a tightness in his chest and a surge of resentment rushed to his head.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the emotions in his heart.

Now is not the time to think about these things. You'd be better off going back to seclusion as soon as possible.

I will strive to raise my strength to a higher level within three years, so that at least when I reach the Qianlun Realm, I will have more power to protect myself.

Thinking of this, Su Fan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the next second his figure vanished from the spot without a sound, leaving not even a trace of his presence.

This is precisely the true method of lightning escape recorded in the classic texts on the art of lightning.

Even if he has only mastered the basics, it is still far superior to ordinary escape techniques. Whether in terms of concealment or speed, the difference is like heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, Su Fan appeared in front of the cave at the end of the valley.

The restrictions at the cave entrance remained intact, but when he touched it with his lightning, a ripple quietly appeared, slowly opening the passage.

Since his whereabouts had already been exposed, Su Fan did not change his place of seclusion.

Su Fan didn't even set up the three concealment formations at the cave entrance, nor did he hide in the void. He simply entered his personal secret realm and began his seclusion.

In this world of cultivation, time is the least valuable thing.

Because the lifespan of high-level cultivators can easily reach thousands or tens of thousands of years, three years may seem like a long time, but for Su Fan, it seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

At dawn, all was quiet.

Dawn was breaking, with a few lingering stars dotting the pale blue sky, and the earth shrouded in a hazy mist, as if veiled in a silvery-gray gauze.

The eastern horizon was beginning to reveal a hint of white, tinged with a touch of blood-red.

Su Fan walked out of the cave, turned around and took one last look at the place where he had been in seclusion for more than twenty years.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Su Fan's figure vanished from the spot in an instant, disappearing without a sound, without even stirring up a speck of dust.

When he reappeared, he was already tens of thousands of miles away.

Moreover, the place where Su Fan is currently located is only a few hundred miles away from a celestial city in this plane.

It has to be said that Su Fan's lightning escape technique has become increasingly refined.

He followed the long stream of people into the immortal city, and then left using a teleportation array.

When Su Fan's information appeared in the teleportation hall of the Immortal City, it was immediately reported to the sect by the disciples on duty in the hall.

Inside a grand hall of a celestial sect hundreds of miles away, an old monster at the Integration Realm received the news, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

How dare this kid...?

The old man took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the resentment in his heart.

He took a communication array from his waist and sent out a message.

"he's gone……"

After a while, the communication array plate vibrated slightly.

"understood……"

The old man glanced at the message, then put away the communication array.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes again, but he immediately gave a cold laugh, his face revealing a twisted excitement.

Kid, so what if you're a great fighter?

Once you reach the "Qianlun Realm," even if you don't die at the hands of those demonic beasts, you will eventually be consumed.

Su Fan was unaware of the resentment those powerful figures from the upper realm harbored towards him at that moment.

He had thought it would take several years to return to the Guangfa Dao Sect, but the sects along the way, upon learning of his arrival, actually activated a dimensional teleportation array for him.

Therefore, it only took Su Fan a mere month to return to the "Guangfa Dao Sect".

Despite saving several years, he felt no surprise whatsoever; instead, a gloom settled over him.

It seems that the avatars of those people from the Daoist sects of the upper realm have a considerable power in the lower realm.

Moreover, the various Nascent Soul Realm elders who greeted him along the way seemed enthusiastic when they saw him, but he could clearly sense a trace of fear from them.

Of course they were scared. Su Fan was too ruthless; he really dared to kill them.

This kid is mentally ill.

However, none of the avatars of the powerful figures from the upper realms of various sects had any intention of retaliating against him.

First of all, they really can't beat him. This guy once sacrificed tens of thousands of Celestial Race Integration Realm experts.

Furthermore, Su Fan will soon be heading to the "Qianlun Realm," and no matter how powerful he is, he will eventually be worn down.

Therefore, in the eyes of the spies from various sects, Su Fan was already a dead man at this moment.

Who would bother arguing with a dead person?

After a journey of more than a month, Su Fan finally returned to the "Guangfa Dao Sect" that he had been away from for nearly thirty years.

(End of this chapter)