Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 20: Farewell at the end of the Ascension Meeting, the gift of magical instruments expresses deep affection
In this somewhat noisy atmosphere, a monk with a sinister face walked forward.

He was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold patterns. The patterns outlined by the gold thread flickered faintly in the sunlight, showing a unique style.

He bowed slightly and said, "My name is Huang Jian, nice to meet this fellow Taoist. We will be fellow disciples from now on, so we should visit each other more often."

Lin Fan raised his eyes and calmly looked at the man in front of him who called himself Huang Jian.

This person is the first cultivator to obtain a place in Huangfeng Valley.

Lin Fan couldn't help but feel a little alert in his heart. This person had an unfriendly face. Although he called him brother verbally, who knew what he was up to.

Lin Fan cupped his fists slightly and replied politely, "So it's Fellow Daoist Huang Jian. I've long admired you. My name is Lin Fan."

Huang Jian narrowed his eyes, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth. That smile seemed to contain some elusive meaning. He said, "In the future, I hope that Fellow Daoist Lin will take good care of me in the sect."

Lin Fan nodded and replied, "Of course." But he was secretly thinking in his heart that he had to be extremely careful in the future when interacting with Huang Jian.

Huang Jian's eyes shifted, and he continued, "Fellow Daoist, your ruthless tactics at the Ascension Conference just now truly put me to shame."

Lin Fan reacted very quickly and replied immediately, "Your performance on stage was equally impressive. I am far behind you."

Huang Jian's face darkened slightly when he heard this, but he quickly recovered. He chuckled and said, "Haha, if you're not ruthless on the path to becoming an immortal, how can you survive?"

Lin Fan sneered inwardly, but his expression remained calm. He simply said, "That being said, if you act too ruthlessly, you'll probably draw resentment from others."

Huang Jian's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his tone was full of determination: "As long as I can embark on the path to immortality, what does a little resentment matter?"

Lin Fan didn't say anything else, but just looked at Huang Jian quietly, and his vigilance towards him became stronger.

Huang Jian seemed to sense that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he spoke to break the silence: "Fellow Daoist Lin, why don't we go to the street stalls together? Maybe we can find some treasures and snag a bargain."

Lin Fan declined, "I'm truly sorry, Fellow Daoist Huang Jian, but I have a companion waiting for me at the Yanyue Sect. I won't be accompanying you around the stalls any longer. Farewell."

After saying that, Lin Fan turned around and walked quickly towards the Yanyue Sect's arena.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Huang Jian's face, but he quickly regained his seemingly gentle demeanor and said, "In that case, Fellow Daoist Lin, take care."

Lin Fan didn't even look back, walked hurriedly, and soon disappeared in the bustling crowd.

Huang Jian looked at Lin Fan's receding back and snorted coldly: "Hmph, just pretending." Then he turned around and continued to move between the stalls, his eyes constantly scanning each item, trying to find some treasure.

After Lin Fan left, he quickly found a secluded place and changed into clean clothes.

The material of the clothes is smooth and it makes you feel comfortable when you put them on, which makes you feel refreshed.

But the smell of blood left over from the previous fight in the ring still lingered in his nose, making him feel sick.

So, Lin Fan quickly formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and performed the Spirit Rain Technique.

In an instant, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to be summoned and quickly gathered together, slowly condensing into dark clouds above his head. Spiritual power flickered in the dark clouds, and then fine spiritual rain fell.

This spiritual rain was extraordinary. Every drop contained pure spiritual power. When it fell on Lin Fan, it not only washed away the remaining dirt, but also made his skin feel the nourishment of cool spiritual power. Every pore seemed to be breathing freely.

After Ling Yu had roughly washed off the dirt on her body, Lin Fan used the cleaning technique again.

As the spells changed, a layer of soft white light emerged from the palm of his hand and slowly enveloped his entire body.

Wherever the light reached, those tiny bloodstains and stains that had penetrated deep into the skin texture and were difficult for the spiritual rain to wash away were decomposed and dissipated bit by bit until they disappeared completely.

After a while, the smell of blood on Lin Fan's body had completely dissipated, and he looked brand new, exuding a fresh and clean breath, as if the person who had been killing decisively and covered in blood in the ring before was not him.

Lin Fan felt his own condition, nodded with satisfaction, tidied his clothes, and walked towards the Yanyue Sect arena, worried about Su Yao's situation.

Lin Fan walked briskly towards the Yanyue Sect arena. Along the way, the surrounding noise seemed to become insignificant background music. His heart and eyes were full of Su Yao.

Thinking of Su Yao's exquisite and beautiful face, her lively eyes that seemed to hide the vast galaxy, and the girlish cuteness that was inadvertently revealed in her every move, Lin Fan's heart tightened. He didn't know whether she was eliminated in this fierce competition, or whether she had overcome all obstacles and was still fighting on the stage.

When we got near the Yanyue Sect's arena, it was already surrounded by a crowd of people, three layers deep inside and three layers deep outside.

Everyone stretched their necks, staring intently at the battle on the stage, and from time to time they let out exclamations of surprise or regret.

Lin Fan struggled to squeeze through the crowd to the front and looked towards the arena.

At this moment, on the stage, two female monks were fighting fiercely, their magic weapons were shining, and their spiritual energy was surging.

Lin Fan glanced around the stage, but didn't see Su Yao. He felt a pang of anxiety, wondering if Su Yao had been eliminated. However, he quickly suppressed the thought and continued to search carefully. Perhaps Su Yao hadn't entered the stage yet, or perhaps she had won the previous competition and was resting in the audience.

Lin Fan searched the crowd for a while and finally found Su Yao in a corner on one side of the ring.

I saw her sitting there alone, with her head lowered. Her eyes, which usually sparkled with life, were now dull and lifeless, and she exuded a deep sense of dejection.

Her originally neat and beautiful clothes were now a little messy. A few strands of hair fell from her bun and hung beside her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.

Su Yao unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes with both hands, as if she was trying her best to suppress the loss and unwillingness in her heart. Her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Seeing this, Lin Fan hurried forward, walked to Su Yao's side, and called softly: "Miss Su Yao, you...what's wrong with you?"

When Su Yao heard Lin Fan's voice, she raised her head slightly. Seeing that it was Lin Fan, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. Then her aggrieved look became stronger. Her eyes suddenly turned red and she said in a tearful voice: "I... I lost. I finally made it this far, but I was still eliminated. I feel so useless."

Seeing her like this, Lin Fan felt deeply distressed and quickly comforted her, "Miss Su Yao, please don't say that. Competition in this arena is fierce, and winning and losing are common. The fact that you've made it this far is enough to prove your strength."

Su Yao shook her head gently, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly held back and didn't let them fall. She choked and said, "But I really want to enter the Yanyue Sect to practice. I have prepared for this for a long time and put in so much effort. I just lost like this. I... I really can't accept it."

Lin Fan squatted down beside her, looking at her gently, and patiently persuaded her, "I know you're upset, but losing this time doesn't mean you won't have another chance in the future. You're so talented, as long as you continue to work hard and practice, there will definitely be opportunities in the future. Don't lose heart."

Su Yao listened to Lin Fan's comfort, and the discomfort in her heart eased a little. She gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, sniffed, looked at Lin Fan gratefully, and whispered, "Thank you, Lin Fan. Hearing you say that, I feel much better, but I still feel very sad now."

Lin Fan smiled slightly, stood up, held out his hand to her, and said, "Don't be sad. Come on, I'll take you out to relax and put these troubles behind you first, okay?"

Su Yao hesitated for a moment, looked at Lin Fan's sincere and concerned eyes, and finally nodded. She handed her hand to Lin Fan, stood up with his help, and the two walked out of the crowd together, ready to find a place where Su Yao could relax.

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A few days later, the lively Ascension Conference finally came to an end, and the entire venue gradually returned to its former tranquility.

Some of the monks were filled with joy and embarked on a new journey of cultivating immortals with their gains; others left sadly with regrets and unwillingness.

Lin Fan and Su Yao walked side by side on the somewhat empty road. Both of them walked slowly, as if they were reluctant to part ways.

During this period of time, our friendship has grown stronger and stronger. Now that we have to part ways, I feel sad.

Finally, Lin Fan stopped and turned to look at Su Yao, his eyes full of seriousness and concern. He said softly, "Miss Su Yao, the Ascension Conference is over, and it's time for us to say goodbye. You must take good care of yourself in the future."

Su Yao bit her lip slightly, her eyes full of reluctance, and nodded gently in response: "Well, you too, Lin Fan, I hope everything goes well for you in Huangfeng Valley, and that you will succeed in your cultivation soon."

Lin Fan looked at her trying hard to suppress her sadness, and he also felt a little reluctant in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it with great willpower. He was going to become an immortal and an ancestor in the future, so he couldn't get involved in a love affair so quickly...

Su Yao, this innocent, lovely and pure female cultivator, is really rare in this treacherous world of immortal cultivation, and she also makes Lin Fan feel good about her.

Then, Lin Fan's mind moved, and he remembered the two exquisite top-level magic weapons he had seized from the middle-aged man in the arena before.

These two top-level magic weapons are just icing on the cake for me, and perhaps they can change the trajectory of Su Yao's fate.

Lin Fan's heart softened, and he immediately decided to help her this time. The journey of cultivating immortality was long and lonely, and he didn't want to stumble along alone. Having someone else to walk with him, and the possibility of a reunion in the future, would bring a little warmth.

Lin Fan thought to himself, when he's successful in his cultivation and finds a few close friends to share his journey, then the path to immortality will be truly fulfilling. He couldn't become a "cultivation machine" that only cared about cultivation and had no emotions. How boring would that be?

He looked at Su Yao and said gently, "Miss Su Yao, I have two top-level magic weapons that may be of help to you."

Su Yao looked at Lin Fan in surprise, somewhat unable to believe it: "Sir, how can this be possible?"

Lin Fan smiled, took out the two top-level magic weapons from the storage bag, and handed them to Su Yao: "Miss, don't refuse. Are we friends?"

Su Yao hesitated for a moment, but finally took the magic weapon, her eyes full of gratitude: "Sir, I have no way to repay you for your kindness."

Lin Fan waved his hand. "Miss Su, you're too kind. These two top-level magical instruments are somewhat damaged. Miss, please find a knowledgeable refiner to repair them. They will be able to be used normally again. They may be able to help Miss Su in the future."

Su Yao nodded heavily, her gratitude towards Lin Fan growing deeper.

Seeing her accept it, Lin Fan smiled with satisfaction and said, "Okay, then we'll say goodbye. I look forward to seeing you again in the future."

Su Yao's eyes turned red again, but she still tried to force out a smile, waved to Lin Fan, and said, "Well, goodbye, I wish you well."

After saying that, the two turned around and walked in different directions. However, the frequent glances back showed their reluctance and concern for each other.

After this separation, I don’t know when we will meet again, but that sincere friendship has already taken deep root in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)