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Chapter 71: Chapter 0071: Better to Sacrifice Oneself forIndexPath Others

Lin Fan was already prepared. Since he didn’t have a spirit root, he would have to continue wandering.

"Brother, this is truly regrettable. Your martial arts cultivation is so high, yet you don’t have a spirit root. Such a pity, truly such a pity."

The young man standing behind Lin Fan sighed, his expression full of regret.

But judging from his look, it was clear he wasn’t comforting him at all; instead, there was a trace of schadenfreude.

"I know you really want to join an Immortal Sect, but reality is so cruel. In a moment, you can watch me carefully. I’ll carry your hopes and successfully become a disciple of the Immortal Sect."

"Brother, no more words. It’s my turn."

The man puffed out his chest and strode forward confidently. His retreating figure seemed as if bathed in a glowing light—the light of a victor, mixed with the anticipation of reaching the pinnacle of life.

Lin Fan glanced at the guy.

What an arrogant bastard.

Truly made him want to hammer the guy to death.

Gradually.

Not long after, a heart-wrenching scream came from the distance.

"How is this possible? I have a spirit root! How could I have mixed spiritual roots? I don’t believe it..."

The voice sounded familiar.

Wasn’t it just that guy who was showing off in front of him earlier?

As for his current predicament, perhaps it was because he was too arrogant earlier, and the heavens decided to teach him a lesson. The feeling was, honestly, quite satisfying.

Leaving the Immortal Sect’s examination site, Lin Fan returned to the inn, grabbed his horse, and walked along the street. Not having a spirit root and thus being unable to join an Immortal Sect didn’t disappoint him at all.

In fact, learning that he had such talent in martial arts made him quite happy. A free martial arts aptitude test—why not?

Just as he approached the city gates,

a crowd had gathered ahead.

Looking up, he saw a man standing on the city wall.

Wasn’t this the very same man from the Immortal Sect exam? The one with a martial arts cultivation in the Innate Realm, full inner strength, and excellent aptitude?

During the exam, the man had been full of high spirits and smugness. But to see him now, so haggard and despondent, was quite the transformation.

"Why..."

Suddenly.

A roar of hatred against heaven and earth echoed widely, reaching everyone’s ears.

Though the roar was a bit ear-piercing, for the common folk gathered below the wall to watch the commotion, all they cared about was a good show. Whether the sound hurt their ears was the least of their concerns.

"Heaven, earth, why do you treat me, Qin Heng, this way? My martial arts cultivation is in the Innate Realm, my inner strength spans a full century, my martial arts aptitude is outstanding, and I come from a prestigious family—how could I not have a spirit root? How am I supposed to face my parents now?"

"Damn you, heavens, I hate you!"

Qin Heng howled at the sky, trying to vent the bitterness in his heart.

He knew that even if he went back, he would surely disappoint his parents and become the laughingstock of others. So he climbed the city wall, intending to jump and end it all, freeing himself from all attachments.

Except he had forgotten one crucial thing.

Though the city wall was tall, with his martial arts cultivation, even if he landed on his head, he probably wouldn’t die.

The surrounding onlookers were chatting amongst themselves.

"Every time the Immortal Sect begins its exams, someone in Dawn City tries to kill themselves. Do you think it’s bad feng shui?"

"How could it be bad feng shui? It’s just that they want so badly to join the Immortal Sect, the bar’s set too high, and they can’t take it after failing."

"Let me think. Back then, the first-ever case of suicide was to attract the Immortal Sect’s attention, using their life as leverage to beg to be taken in as a disciple. But how could the Immortal Sect be threatened? They obviously ignored it."

Lin Fan wasn’t too interested in the matter and led his horse, trying to leave.

Move aside!

Move aside!

But the crowd was too dense, making it hard to squeeze through.

"Sigh, when things like this happen, it’s best to give some comfort. These young people, suffering a single setback and wanting life or death—it shows their mental fortitude is too weak and needs improvement." Lin Fan pondered briefly and decided to step in to save the man.

"Brother, what’s a momentary setback? You have a long road ahead. Why take your own life over this? Come down, have a drink, find someplace to vent properly, and you’ll feel better."

Lin Fan felt that young people these days couldn’t handle even a little adversity.

Look at him—when he found out he had no spirit root, was he upset?

Not upset at all—he even found it a bit amusing.

Qin Heng looked at Lin Fan and roared, "What do you know? Do you have any idea how many expectations are placed on me? Do you know how my family will mock me if they find out I don’t have a spirit root?"

"You don’t understand anything. You don’t understand."

"Martial arts cultivation in the Innate Realm, full inner strength—such an outstanding me—why don’t I have a spirit root? Why is the world so cruel to me? It’s unfair to a genius like me!"

As he spoke, tears of sorrow streamed down Qin Heng’s face.

His determination to die was set.

Only death could liberate him.

Lin Fan truly didn’t understand what the guy was complaining about. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"What’s the big deal? You think you’re a genius? I, too, have cultivation in the Innate Realm. My inner strength exceeds the limit, and my aptitude is even monstrous—far surpassing yours. But guess what? I also tested and found I have no spirit root. Do you see me whining about it?" Lin Fan said.

Whoosh!

The crowd collectively turned their gaze toward Lin Fan. They hadn’t expected yet another martial arts prodigy, but still, without a spirit root, it was a tragic scenario.

Qin Heng stared dumbfounded at Lin Fan, then glanced at the spot next to him. He unconsciously shifted his footing to make space. "Come on up. I saved you a spot. We’re both prodigies, but the heavens are unfair. What can we do? Let’s hope in our next life we’ll have spirit roots and get into an Immortal Sect."

Lin Fan was flabbergasted.

What kind of divine logic was this?

I’m here to stop you from jumping, yet you made room for me and even want to drag me down with you? Have people nowadays become this wicked?

"What’s wrong with you? If you want to die, why involve me? Forget it, I won’t bother arguing. Let me just tell you this—

with your martial arts cultivation and the height of this wall, it’s practically impossible for you to die."

"If you’ve got the guts, jump down and see if you’ll actually die."

Lin Fan didn’t want to waste words anymore. All he wanted was to leave this place. Immortal Sects or not—they didn’t matter to him at all. With his little assistant, how could he not stand out?

Qin Heng was suddenly struck by a realization.

The other guy was right. From this height, how could he possibly die? Yet the lack of a spirit root had dealt him a huge blow, and in his irrational anger, he yelled again.

"I want to die right now! Whether it’s high enough, whether I’ll die—what does it have to do with you? Even if I don’t die on the first jump, I’ll jump a hundred, a thousand times—I don’t believe I can’t die!"

Lin Fan looked at Qin Heng and began to ponder. Maybe, just maybe, something about this could be turned around.

"Why make it so complicated? If you really want to die so badly, I can help you. Come with me—I guarantee you’ll die easily, and you might even get to help someone in the process."

If that’s the case,

then why not sacrifice yourself for others?

At least that way, your death would have some value.