Chapter 329: Chapter 134: The Ghost Moon Returns and the Grand Array Opens, a Resentful Spirit Emerges and Great Disaster Is Imminent
That was why Chen Xuan had sent someone to summon Tianxing. He intended to personally teach him how to break through to the Entering the Realm of Strength.
CREAK—
The courtyard gate pushed open. The dawn light was faint.
Chu Fan and Zhao Tianxing walked out side-by-side, each carrying a large black cloth sack on their shoulder.
Just as they stepped out the main gate, they saw a group of Iron Armor Sect disciples heading their way.
Chu Fan and Zhao Tianxing were both a little surprised. The group of disciples was composed entirely of women, a chattering flock, each with her own unique charm.
Leading them was Liang Yuhen, with whom Chu Fan had crossed paths several times, and a tall, middle-aged woman who still possessed a graceful charm.
Zhao Tianxing’s gaze swept over the group of female disciples. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up in a meaningful smile.
Chu Fan nudged him with his elbow and said in a low voice, "Wipe that drool off your face. Having second thoughts? If you’d known the Iron Armor Sect had this many pretty girls, you would’ve joined them instead of the Seven Stars Gang, huh?"
"No! I absolutely was not thinking that!" Zhao Tianxing denied it instantly, his eyes wide, as if someone had stepped on his tail.
"Mhm, I get it," Chu Fan said, nodding perfunctorily.
"I... I really wasn’t thinking that!" Zhao Tianxing grew anxious, his voice jumping an octave.
"Alright, alright, I know," Chu Fan nodded again.
Zhao Tianxing nearly jumped out of his skin. "I really wasn’t thinking that!"
Just then, Liang Yuhen and another female disciple walked over. The other disciple’s features were extremely distinct.
The contrast between the two was immense...
While Liang Yuhen was buxom, the other girl was criminally flat-chested.
The contrast was so stark, Chu Fan nearly blurted out the two words, "My man!"
For some reason, in both his past life and this one, he’d seen plenty of such contrasting pairs.
The flat-chested liked to hang out with the buxom, and the fat liked to walk with the thin—just like Fatty and Jiang Yuanfan.
Liang Yuhen looked at the large bundles on their shoulders and couldn’t help but frown. "Chu Fan, are you two... trying to pack up the whole house and carry it away?"
Chu Fan’s eyebrow shot up. "Shut it! Say one more word and see if I don’t pack you up and take you with me. I’m packing my own stuff. What’s it to you?"
"Hmph!" Liang Yuhen’s pretty face flushed red with anger as she let out a soft scoff.
At that moment, the middle-aged woman stepped forward.
Liang Yuhen suppressed her anger and made the introduction. "This is Incense Master Mu Feiyan of our Iron Armor Sect’s Moon Lock Hall."
Mu Feiyan’s gaze landed on Chu Fan as she made her offer. "Chu Fan, the Seven Stars Gang has disbanded, and the Cao and Li Families have left Cyan Yang Ancient City. You are exceptionally talented. If you are willing to join the Iron Armor Sect, you will be given priority access to our resources. Your future will be boundless."
’Resources?’
’Are all the resources of your Iron Armor Sect combined even worth as much as what’s in this sack of mine?’
But Chu Fan didn’t say this out loud.
He shook his head and replied politely, "Master Mu, I appreciate the kind offer. But there have been too many upheavals recently, and my mind is in turmoil. I have no desire to join any sect for now. I just want to be alone and find some peace."
When the Iron Armor Sect disciples heard this, they couldn’t help but look at Chu Fan with a bit more pity and sympathy.
After all, he had once been a rising star without equal. Alas, the Seven Stars Gang provoked a powerful enemy and was annihilated in an instant, leaving him in this wandering state.
Seeing this, Chu Fan raised an eyebrow slightly. With a flick of his sleeve, he suddenly belted out a song in a theatrical tone, a melody tinged with thirty percent world-weariness and seventy percent untamed spirit...
"A good dream wakes you too soon... and what wakes you too soon was a good dream."
"It can’t be held; in the blink of an eye, it turns to mist and cloud."
"I ask the heavens, oh, the heavens don’t answer me..."
"Could it be the heavens, too, don’t understand this feeling?"
The sorrow in his voice was palpable.
"Why... why did he suddenly start singing out of nowhere?" Liang Yuhen felt her thoughts thrown into disarray.
She could never keep up with this man’s rhythm.
Chu Fan pointed at the crowd behind Liang Yuhen. "Duh! I was happily heading out to move house, and you all swarm me, giving me these ’my condolences’ looks. You’ve made the atmosphere so tragic. If I didn’t sing something, would I be doing this scene justice?"
Liang Yuhen and the others: "..."
Among the group of Iron Armor Sect disciples in the back, however, a few of their eyes lit up, and they began to discuss it in low voices...
"Huh? That’s actually pretty good..."
"I’ve never heard a melody like that. It’s quite unique."
"Yeah, yeah, hurry and get him to sing a few more lines!"
"Why’d he stop singing?"
Chu Fan squinted, his gaze sweeping over the female disciples as a sly smile appeared on his face. "You like it?"
A few of the female disciples nodded subconsciously.
"Of course you do!" Chu Fan clapped his hands and chuckled. "The rest is paid content! Want to hear the rest? Ten taels of silver from each of you, and I’ll continue the song!"
"Pah!"
"Dream on!"
"Rogue! Scoundrel!"
The female disciples instantly erupted in chaos, each of them furious, their delicate brows knitted in anger.
They’d never seen someone so shameless!
But... that song was indeed captivating.
Chu Fan ignored them and turned to Liang Yuhen, hefting the large cloth sack on his shoulder. "I’m off. Thanks for your hospitality."
Liang Yuhen snapped, "No one offered you any hospitality!"
Chu Fan: "Then I’m off."
Liang Yuhen: "Fine."
Chu Fan: "I’ll be back if I get the chance."
Liang Yuhen: "..."
Chu Fan: "No need to see me out."
Liang Yuhen took a deep breath, forcing down her anger. "No one is seeing you out!"
Chu Fan stood his ground, seemingly hesitant, then said again, "Well... I’m off."
A vein throbbed on Liang Yuhen’s temple. "Just go already!"
Chu Fan was the picture of compliance. "Alright. I’ll be back if I get the chance."
"How dare you... Are you trying to be my echo?!" Liang Yuhen finally couldn’t take it anymore. She clenched her fists and hissed, "Go!"
Chu Fan gave a solemn fist-and-palm salute. "Alright. No need to see me out."
"No one is seeing you out!!" Liang Yuhen felt like she was going crazy.
"Then I’m off," Chu Fan said, turning as if to leave.
Liang Yuhen’s chest heaved as she stared daggers at him.
Sure enough, Chu Fan turned halfway back and added, "If I get the chance, I’ll be back again."
"GET LOST—!" Liang Yuhen finally exploded. Her sharp cry echoed all around.
Chu Fan burst out laughing. Only then did he and Zhao Tianxing—whose face was beet red from holding in his own laughter—hoist their bulging belongings and walk out the main gate.
