Chapter 91 - Scarlet Cliff

Chen Fan had assumed the sharp-chinned youth was simply messing with him.

However, Mu Chen’s confirmation struck him like a lightning bolt. It sent him reeling, and his face became pale.

“Where are they now?”

Chen Fan asked, his voice trembling.

“At the Scarlet Cliff. Wang Fuchen has already spread the word for you to head to the Scarlet Cliff if you wish to save Qin Yao. He’s there waiting for you, but you only have half a day,” Mu Chen answered.

“Scarlet Cliff...” Chen Fan mumbled, mentally conjuring a rough map of Dragon Mountain Blessed Land as he prepared to head there. As Chen Fan turned to leave, Mu Chen hastily asked, “Are you really going to save Qin Yao?”

“Yes!” Chen Fan declared firmly without looking back. He was determined to go, even if it meant facing great danger.

“Don’t you know? Wang Fuchen is now a Yuanfu realm expert. Even if all of us from the Spring Autumn Sect joined forces, we wouldn't stand a chance against him. Going to him is like walking into certain death!”

“So what? I’m not afraid of death if it means I can save Senior Sister!”

Chen Fan's voice rang from afar.

Mu Chen sighed, watching Chen Fan gradually fade from view.

Chen Fan saved his life, but it seemed he would never get to repay him.

Although Chen Fan wasn’t weak, he wasn’t strong enough to fight someone in the Yuanfu realm. Wang Fuchen was already in the Yuanfu realm. It seemed impossible for Chen Fan to rescue Qin Yao from Wang Fuchen's clutches.

Moreover, Wang Fuchen had captured Qin Yao to lure Chen Fan into a trap.

𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

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To the south of Dragon Mountain Blessed Land stood the Scarlet Cliff, surrounded by deep abysses on three sides. Falling from any side would turn anyone into mush, even Qi Grandmasters.

Many people had gathered on the only path leading to the platform on the Scarlet Cliff, including individuals from all four great sects, and Zhong Li and others.

Two figures—Wang Fuchen and Qin Yao—stood on the Scarlet Cliff’s platform.

“Say, do you think Chen Fan will come?”

“I don’t know...?”

“Dragon Mountain Blessed Land is huge. Who knows where he is now? Would Wang Fuchen really throw Qin Yao off the cliff if Chen Fan didn’t get the news?”

“What’s not possible about that? Dragon Mountain Blessed Land is a place of training and... death. Lots of deaths. Qin Yao looks decent, but there’s no way Wang Fuchen would be tempted by her beauty.”

“That’s true. But those from the Spring Autumn Sect sure are useless, aren’t they? Zhong Li and his group are here but aren’t doing anything.”

“What can they even do? Wang Fuchen is now a Yuanfu realm expert. Going up against him is nothing but suicide.”

“This time, the Floating Cloud Sword Sect will definitely take the first place in the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land training.”

“......”

The onlookers discussed the situation spiritedly.

Zhong Li, He Junyang, Yang Feng, and Bing Ye had also gathered here.

“Brother Zhong, do you think that little bastard will come?”

He Junyang turned to look into the distance. “The half-day limit Wang Fuchen set is almost up, but there's no sign of that little bastard anywhere.”

Zhong Li laughed coldly and said, “Either way, Wang Fuchen is destined to kill him. If he comes, Wang Fuchen will kill him. If he doesn’t, then he’ll go find Wang Fuchen on his own afterward to seek revenge for Qin Yao’s death. So, his death isn’t an ‘if’—it’s a ‘when.’”

Yang Feng raised his thumb, laughing. “Brother Zhong, you are so smart. Revealing the connection between Chen Fan and Qin Yao and leaking her location to Wang Fuchen... That bastard Chen Fan will die, and you wouldn’t even have to lift a finger.”

“I would have preferred to kill him myself, but the people outside can see the situation inside the blessed land. Zhuo Bufan's prohibition on killing one another inside made these indirect methods necessary,” Zhong Li said indifferently.

It turned out that their actions had led to Qin Yao's capture by Wang Fuchen.

“That little bastard got off easy. Frankly, I wanted to capture him, methodically strip his flesh, and revel in his wails of agony. That would have felt so good,” said He Junyang eerily, licking his lips.

“Indeed. I also don’t want him to die so easily. When we’re out of the blessed land, find out about his clan. Let’s plan a happy family reunion in hell for them.”

Yang Feng’s eyes flashed with viciousness.

Suddenly, a stir erupted in the nearby crowd.

“Look, over there, someone is rushing here!” exclaimed a Burning Incense Valley disciple, pointing into the distance.

The silhouette in the distance moved with incredible speed. Its size had doubled within moments.

“That seems to be... Chen Fan!”

“It’s really him! He’s actually here!”

The crowd saw him clearly as he got closer and immediately recognized him.

“This little bastard is here.” Zhong Li's group also looked at him, their faces adorned with cold smiles.

Fueled by urgency, Chen Fan sprinted without pause to reach Scarlet Cliff's platform. Soon, he saw Wang Fuchen and Qin Yao on the Scarlet Cliff’s platform.

“Hold it right there. If you wish to save your senior sister, you must go through me first!” said a disciple from the Floating Cloud Sword Sect arrogantly. A fierce sword qi simultaneously flew toward Chen Fan.

Ignoring the onlookers, Chen Fan unleashed a powerful punch, shattering the sword qi. In a swift motion, he appeared before the Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciple, grabbed his hands, and tore him apart effortlessly. An eighth-level martial artist was dead just like that.

No words were exchanged, as there was only the inevitable promise of death for those who obstructed his mission to rescue Qin Yao.

This scene shook the surrounding crowd deeply.

Initially wearing mocking smiles, the Floating Cloud Sword Sect disciples were gripped by an icy chill that froze their expressions into masks of fear.

“Little bastard, you dare kill disciples from my sect in front of me?! How dare you!”

An incomparably cold and fierce light shone in Wang Fuchen’s eyes. The formidable aura of a Yuanfu realm expert descended upon Chen Fan, pressing down like a colossal mountain.

Chen Fan, undeterred, met Wang Fuchen's terrifying aura head-on, steadily advancing step by step. As he reached the platform, his gaze mirrored the cold sharpness of his adversary. “I’m here. Let my Senior Sister go.”

“Why act so recklessly, Xiaofan? Why did you come!”

Wang Fuchen had sealed Qin Yao’s primeval qi, so she was no different from a mortal now. Chen Fan's appearance brought tears to her eyes.

She knew Wang Fuchen's motive for capturing her—a ploy to force Chen Fan into the open.

Now, Chen Fan was here.

Yet, facing a Yuanfu realm expert like Wang Fuchen, could Chen Fan survive?

“Senior Sister, I’m willing to do anything for you, even if it means sacrificing my life.” Chen Fan smiled faintly, looking at Qin Yao.

Qin Yao shook her head frantically. “No, leave! Quickly leave! I don’t need you to save me!”

“How touching!”

Wang Fuchen smiled coldly.