Chapter 508

Chapter 508

"This book, I think I’ve read it before."

"However, the content inside seems to be somewhat different."

As scenes from the book flashed through his mind, Li Fan was filled with a vague sense of familiarity, furrowing his brows slightly.

"Fellow Daoist, are there other versions of this book?" He looked toward a cultivator at the stall who was focused on the duel in the sky and asked aloud.

The cultivator selling books was initially a bit impatient, but when he turned back and saw the booklet in Li Fan's hand, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist must be joking. This 'Secret History of Ancient Cultivation' was personally authored by the Heavenly Sovereign. How could there be other versions?" However, he flatly denied it.

Even though the body he controlled was merely a wisp of divine sense, stripped of most memories, the ability to read people remained instinctual.

With just one glance, Li Fan was sure of his suspicion.

"Name your price." He lowered his voice and spoke directly. "A mutual friend introduced me."

The book-seller hesitated for a moment.

After glancing around and seeing that all the cultivators were focused on the battle in the sky, he transmitted a message: "Ten thousand Soul Points, or the equivalent in spirit stones. No bargaining."

Li Fan instinctively reached for his storage ring, ready to pay.

But he realized he had no money on him—not even a storage ring.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment."

He apologized and returned to the crowd.

Once Lu Fan finished his battle, Li Fan flew forward and explained his situation.

Lu Fan, who had just won another fight, was in high spirits and was no longer as stingy as before during their prior transactions.

He generously handed over a storage ring filled with standard spirit stones to Li Fan: "It’s just some material wealth. Fellow Daoist Jiao, take it as you need!"

After expressing his thanks, Li Fan floated back under the gaze of everyone.

Seeing this, the book-seller immediately realized he had been tricked. His face turned slightly green, and he began packing his things, ready to leave.

"You really have no business integrity at all, huh? Fellow Daoist, if you leave like this, I'll have to shout!" Li Fan transmitted a threat.

The book-seller immediately froze, looking around nervously before shuddering.

"Fine..." After hesitating for a long time, he finally pulled out a pink-glowing booklet and quietly handed it over.

Li Fan took the booklet and handed over the spirit stones.

Transaction complete, the book-seller was about to retreat when he saw that Li Fan intended to open the booklet right there.

His face turned as pale as paper, and he rushed forward, grabbing Li Fan's hands.

"Are you crazy?!"

His body trembled uncontrollably, his face filled with terror.

"It’s fine!" With a slight force, Li Fan pushed the book-seller’s hand aside and insisted on opening the pink booklet.

Beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on the book-seller’s forehead, dripping down like soybeans. Seeing that he couldn’t stop him, he looked around and realized that no one had noticed anything unusual yet.

No one paid attention to Lu Fan's duel anymore.

Every cultivator's eyes were fixed on the white pillar of light that pierced the heavens, their eyes full of reverence and envy as they stared at the blurry figure within the light. They were abuzz with excitement.

Even Lu Fan stopped fighting.

He stared dumbfounded at the pillar of light, overcome with the feeling that the person he cherished had been taken from him before his eyes.

His heart ached as if cut by a knife.

Victory, cultivation, realms...

In that instant, all these things seemed meaningless.

"Why, why..." Lu Fan muttered, utterly lost and devastated.

As the figure within the white light rose higher and higher, Lu Fan suddenly found the figure somewhat familiar.

His pupils dilated sharply, and he quickly lowered his head, scanning the surroundings.

Sure enough, "Fellow Daoist Jiao" was nowhere to be seen.

"How is this possible?" Lü Fan’s face was filled with disbelief.

"I’ve defeated over twenty Golden Core cultivators from the Five Elders Association! Did you not see that?"

"Why was he chosen, and I was ignored?"

An overwhelming surge of resentment, unwillingness, and rage erupted within Lu Fan.

"No!"

He roared and, in a frenzy, charged toward the light pillar without hesitation.

But it was useless.

Just as he was about to touch the light, he passed right through it.

The pillar of light was like an illusion, seemingly right in front of him but impossible to grasp.

With Li Fan in tow, the light pillar slowly disappeared into the heavens.

A look of despair crept into Lu Fan’s eyes.

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"Junior Brother, you’re awake."

A crisp voice rang in his ears, and Li Fan opened his eyes.

"Cough, cough..." The sharp pain in his chest made him gasp for air.

"You’ve just joined the sect. I told you not to act on impulse, but you wouldn’t listen." A graceful figure appeared beside him, gently helping him sit up against the headboard.

"This is a medicine I prepared for you. It will help with your recovery. Drink it quickly." Concern was written all over her face as she ladled a spoonful of medicinal soup and brought it to his lips.

His mind was a blur, unable to recall anything.

Li Fan simply opened his mouth instinctively and drank the medicine.