Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1602 This guy is brutal?
Su Fan had absolutely no interest in moving forward, and simply floated lightly at the very back of the crowd.

Even Song Yuanze's usually active disciples were much closer to him than he was.

He glanced at Senior Brother Jiugu standing in the front row, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

Let these people take the lead; he doesn't want to get involved in the dirty struggles between the major forces of the Demonic Sect.

At this moment, Su Fan had only one thought in his mind: he hoped that this grueling trial would end soon so he could go home and relax comfortably.

As the days went by, the stench of blood on the fragmented continent grew stronger.

After several days of relentless and frenzied fighting, this fragmented continent, which served as a trial ground, had long since become an arena for disciples of various sects of the Demonic Path, and the battle had reached a fever pitch.

The corpses of the trial disciples were everywhere, and tattered robes and broken magical artifacts were scattered about, silently telling the story of the cruelty of this trial.

The three forces of the Demonic Sect, which were originally scattered in various places, gradually broke free from their disorganized state and gathered together step by step, expanding their territory like a lurking ferocious beast.

They are also systematically developing various natural treasures and mineral resources in their respective large territories.

It was precisely because of this urgent thirst for resources that the relentless battle between the three forces came to a temporary halt.

Everyone knows that the final result of the trial depends entirely on the total amount of resources developed in each area.

No matter how much fighting there is, if you don't get enough resources, it will all be for nothing.

Therefore, all parties have now sheathed their fangs and are instead focusing on consolidating their own territories, doing everything in their power to exploit every available resource.

The hostility in the air lessened somewhat, but a tense undercurrent of tension remained.

Moreover, judging from the current situation on the fragmented continent, all three forces are vying for those areas spewing forth subterranean fire.

Clearly, the trial disciples of the various sects of the Demonic Path have already realized that the quality of resources in the areas shrouded in earth fire is far higher than in other places.

In fact, long before the trial disciples of the "Demon Sun Divine Palace" set off, Su Fan had already silently left his divine sense imprint on each of them.

So he activated his divine sense and gently swept it across the entire fragmented continent, and breathed a sigh of relief after a moment.

The losses among the disciples were not significant, and the vast majority of them had successfully reunited with their respective forces.

The most brutal phase of this trial has never been the current struggle for resources, but rather the last few days before the trial ends.

At that time, the three forces will completely break off relations, abandon all restraint, and frantically attack and plunder each other, doing everything in their power to seize each other's resource points.

All for the sake of overtaking the opponent at the last moment and winning the first place in this trial.

The trial has now entered a stalemate of resource competition, and staying here any longer would only be a waste of time.

With a thought, Su Fan activated his escape technique and silently left, heading towards the flying ship anchored in the outer region.

Anyway, he'll come back and check on things when the trial is almost over.

As soon as Su Fan's figure disappeared, Senior Brother Jiu Gu, who was hovering in the front row, seemed to have sensed something.

He suddenly turned his head slowly, his deep gaze falling on the spot where Su Fan had just stood, but he didn't linger there and slowly turned back.

After returning to the airship, Su Fan went straight into his private cabin.

He waved his hand and set up an array, then flashed into the secret realm he carried with him.

As soon as you step into the secret realm, the surrounding noise instantly dissipates, leaving only the fragrance of grass and trees and the babbling of the pool, instantly making you feel relaxed and at ease.

Su Fan walked slowly to the pond next to the thatched hut and saw his senior sister and the others sitting cross-legged on the bluestone by the pond, chatting in a circle.

Their eyes were full of smiles, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Su Fan's eyes. He had no intention of getting entangled with these women; he just wanted to quickly hide in the thatched hut and stay there quietly for a while.

So he turned around and tried to sneak away to the thatched hut.

But he had only taken a few steps when his senior sister's gaze locked onto him, and her clear yet somewhat domineering voice rang out instantly.

"Su Fan...where are you going..."

Upon hearing his senior sister's voice, Su Fan paused, letting out a silent sigh.

Well, I still couldn't avoid it.

He slowly turned around, forcing a slightly stiff smile onto his face.

"I'm a little sleepy, I want to go to the thatched cottage to take a nap..."

How could his senior sister believe his utterly flawed nonsense? She immediately rolled her eyes, her tone tinged with anger and helplessness.

"Big brother...you're already a late-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, what are you still sleepy for? Come here quickly..."

Su Fan looked at his senior sister's unyielding gaze and listened to the suppressed laughter of the other Daoist partners around him.

Left with no other choice, I reluctantly walked to the edge of the pool.

Gu Qinghuan chuckled softly as she looked at his helpless expression, then moved aside to make room for him next to her.

She raised her chin, gesturing for him to sit down.

Su Fan resignedly sat down cross-legged, and his senior sister turned around and shouted in the direction of the courtyard.

"Xiuer... how about some snacks to go with the drinks? Let's have a few drinks together tonight..."

Hearing her senior sister's call, Li Chongxiu, who was in the courtyard, quickly responded and then called to the group of maids around her, busily getting things ready.

Before long, Li Chongxiu arrived with a group of maids, carrying loads of spiritual food, and placed them on the bluestone table.

There are fresh and juicy spirit fruits, fragrant roasted spirit birds, and a variety of exquisite cold spirit vegetables. The food is plentiful and the aroma is irresistible.

Su Fan shook his head helplessly, raised his hand and took out a well-sealed jar of spirit wine from his storage ring, broke the mud seal, and picked up a wine bowl to fill them one by one.

Afterwards, the group started drinking enthusiastically. With their senior sister being so lively, the atmosphere naturally didn't get dull.

She would suggest playing a drinking game one minute, and then pull a few of her fellow Daoist couples aside to chatter about funny things, her voice punctuated by constant laughter.

The Daoist partners, who were originally quite gentle, were completely stirred up by her. One by one, they abandoned their reserve and joined in her laughter and merriment.

Su Fan sat to the side, looking at the scene before him, and sighed inwardly.

When a few women get together and have a few drinks, it gets incredibly noisy.

Even Wei Xiaomo, who is usually the most well-behaved and sensible, has been corrupted by them.

Holding a small wine bowl in her hand, she imitated everyone else, tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp, as bold and forthright as a tomboy.

As they drank, they would occasionally find topics to tease Su Fan, and their back-and-forth banter made it difficult for Su Fan to keep up.

What troubled Su Fan even more was that after these women got drunk, their conversation gradually went astray, becoming increasingly unrestrained, with some vulgar and obscene remarks coming out of their mouths, completely unbearable to hear.

Sitting at this noisy table, listening to the chattering laughter and teasing around him, Su Fan felt overwhelmed and his irritation grew stronger.

Now he just wants to find a quiet place to stay.

I've only taken in four Daoist partners, which is extremely few compared to those old bastards in the cultivation world who have dozens or even hundreds of wives and concubines.

Su Fan admired those old bastards with dozens or even hundreds of wives and concubines more and more. Didn't they find it troublesome?

If it were him, he would probably have gone crazy by now. While Su Fan was secretly grumbling to himself, the women on the other side chatted more and more enthusiastically, their laughter growing louder and louder, completely unaware of his strange behavior.

Su Fan sat to the side, with only one thought in his mind: I want to be alone.

I'm tired, really tired.

Destroy it already, I can't stand this commotion anymore.

Helpless, Su Fan could only grit his teeth and sit there, silently pretending to be a dog, drinking alone in silence.

After arguing for a long time, the topic gradually shifted to the trial.

“Su Fan… as the leader of the ‘Demon Sun Divine Palace’, why aren’t you keeping watch at the front…”

Su Fan took a sip of the spirit wine and said calmly, "With Junior Brother Yuanze and the others here, there's no need for me..."

Gu Qinghuan leaned gently on his arm, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"I've heard that in the past, during every trial of the various sects of the Demonic Path, at the final stage, the Nascent Soul stage cultivators led by the three major Demonic Sects would break out into a great battle over resources. You'd better be careful then..."

After she finished speaking, she gently hugged his arm and shook it, her tone filled with genuine concern.

Su Fan felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the worry in the eyes of his fellow Daoists beside him.

In fact, his Daoist partners didn't really understand his true strength.

All they knew was that Peng Shidao, the sect leader of the "Demon Sun Divine Palace," was exceptionally polite to them and treated them with great deference.

They simply assumed it was because he was already a great cultivator in the late stage of the Integration Realm, and didn't think about anything else.

Of course, Su Fan didn't intend to explain to them.

He has never liked to show off, and these things are of no concern to him.

All he wanted to do at home this time was to stay peacefully and comfortably, and he didn't want to get involved in anything unnecessary.

Why can't you just lie down comfortably?

What I hate most is fighting and killing.

"Then let's fight... As long as they don't mess with me, that's fine. If anyone dares to provoke me, those three great demonic sects, I'll tear their gates down..."

Upon hearing Su Fan's boastful words, his Daoist companions were first taken aback, and then burst into laughter.

In their view, their men were just drunk and bragging casually, just having a good time.

While the late-stage Integration Realm is indeed formidable, the three major demonic sects possess profound foundations, making them difficult to overthrow easily.

They didn't expose him, simply enjoying the moment with him.

Looking at their smiling faces, Su Fan knew what they were thinking, but he was too lazy to explain.

"Master... I heard that the elder leading the 'Holy Demon Palace' this time is the Divine Lord Jiugu. According to my ancestor, this person is notoriously cruel and tyrannical, and his methods are extremely vicious. You must be careful..."

Hearing Wei Xiaomo's words, Su Fan almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This guy is brutal? He's brutal my foot!

Just a few days ago, this guy was kneeling in front of him, crying and begging him to show mercy.

"Hmm...it's okay, he's easy to talk to."

After saying that, Su Fan picked up the wine bowl in his hand and drank it all in one gulp, then slowly stood up from the ground.

"You all continue drinking, I'm going back to my thatched cottage to rest for a bit..."

The senior sister was enjoying her drink at the moment, and she raised her hand and waved at him.

"Then you go ahead, we'll continue drinking..."

Su Fan didn't say another word, turned around and left. He quickly walked into the thatched hut next to him and set up a sound-isolating magic array.

In an instant, the noise outside the door was completely shut out, and the entire thatched hut was filled with tranquility.

Su Fan let out a long sigh of relief, as if most of his fatigue and irritability had dissipated with that breath.

Now, things have finally calmed down.

Just now at the dinner table, the noise from those women almost deafened him.

He had truly witnessed firsthand that when a few women get together and start making a ruckus, they can be noisier than hundreds of ducks.

In the days that followed, Su Fan stayed in his personal secret realm, living a completely leisurely life.

In his daily life, he studied and pondered various ancient classics in his thatched hut, and occasionally used his divine sense to scan the trial situation on the fragmented continent and check on the situation of the disciples in the sect.

His senior sisters and the others, however, didn't have such a peaceful time; they were having a blast in the secret realm.

They get together every day, either drinking and chatting, or thinking about all sorts of delicious food.

Barbecue, pan-fried meat, skewers, hot pot, whole roasted lamb—we eat a variety of dishes every day, never repeating the same meal.

Or they would get together to play mahjong. The normally gentle girls would become energetic and louder when they played mahjong.

Even Wei Xiaomo, the youngest of them, has been corrupted by them.

They played mahjong with them night after night, their faces full of excitement, showing no signs of fatigue.

Every evening, several Daoist partners would come and pester her, and now even the shy Wei Xiaomo has joined in.

Su Fan was happy to have some peace and quiet, living alone in his little building, oblivious to the changing seasons.

He spent his days in his thatched hut, surrounded by books, occasionally drinking tea and basking in the sun.

There was no strife, no noise, and life was peaceful and comfortable.

Days passed by, and the end of the trial was drawing ever closer.

That noon, Su Fan was sitting cross-legged by the pool, engrossed in reading a thick book.

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply, and a massive divine sense roared out.

In the blink of an eye, every rustling sound and movement within a radius of tens of thousands of miles was within sight.

Above that fragmented continent, the Nascent Soul Realm experts from the three factions were already locked in fierce combat.

Su Fan frowned immediately; this shouldn't be the case.

There's still almost a month until the trial ends, and it hasn't reached the most brutal final stage yet, so why are they already making their move?

The only possibility is that the trial disciples discovered extremely rich and rare mineral veins on this fragmented continent.

Thinking of this, Su Fan stood up from the pool and left his personal secret realm in a flash.

As soon as he stepped out of the flying boat, he saw that in the distant starry sky, the Nascent Soul Realm experts from the three forces were already fighting each other.

(End of this chapter)