I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1526 - 363: Don’t You Think Your Request Is Excessive? (Part 3)

Chapter 1526: Chapter 363: Don’t You Think Your Request Is Excessive? (Part 3)

"I am by myself, I have no mentor," Lin Fan said.

He the Sect Leader glanced at Xia Luoh on the side. If he had no mentor, he was a loose cultivator, but it was widely known that loose cultivation was difficult, and those who reached Foundation Establishment were considered geniuses.

He couldn’t see through the person standing in front of him, however. When his Divine Sense probed, there was no mana fluctuation, as if he were a mortal.

But could he really be mortal?

Certainly not.

Perhaps the man had some treasure that could shield mana fluctuations.

"Then what is the purpose of your visit, Daoist Lin?" The Sect Leader was perplexed, Xia Luoh couldn’t explain. The bits and pieces he mentioned were no different from saying nothing at all.

"I wish to find an Immortal, the strongest Immortal in this realm. I have something to ask him, can you tell me, Sect Leader?"

When Lin Fan uttered these words.

The Sect Leader was completely bewildered, and the glance exchanged with Xia Luoh was meaningful, as if asking, Are you sure he’s normal?

Xia Luoh looked innocent, clearly indicating, Sect Leader, don’t look at me like that, I’m just as clueless here, I truly know nothing.

"Daoist Lin, I do not know either."

Helpless to respond, the Sect Leader’s heart, honed through years of cultivation, was almost destabilized by Lin Fan’s question, leading to some wavering.

"Sect Leader, may I borrow your sect’s library to read? In the place where I live, people turn historical events into words and leave them in books. I wish to search within them."

They didn’t know, possibly due to limited knowledge and fewer books, but such a situation was normal where he came from. Some people didn’t even know the year their country was founded.

Sounds like a joke, but is actually real.

At these words, the Sect Leader and Xia Luoh’s hearts trembled fiercely.

Xia Luoh’s eyes widened, staring at Lin Fan in disbelief.

He truly hadn’t expected Daoist Lin to make such an audacious request.

The Sect Leader’s gentle smile froze, his expression gradually growing solemn, "Daoist Lin, do you not find such a request somewhat excessive?"

For every Immortal sect, the library is most important, forming the foundation of the sect. Without sufficient secret techniques of cultivation, they cannot establish sects.

The Sect Leader’s attitude toward Lin Fan shifted.

Previously, his origin was unknown but his cultivation was considerable, therefore treated politely. Now, having made such a request, it was clearly a provocation, and politeness was no longer manageable.

"I know this request is indeed excessive, but I truly need it. As long as the Sect Leader allows me to view the library, I am willing to help with any matter."

Lin Fan knew he had no other skills, just some power. He could certainly use his strength to drive away the cultivators of the Flame Sun Sect, but he chose not to.

Lacking ability, one favors peace.

With ability, one desires to disrupt peace.

He is unwilling to act so.

Right or wrong, he does not know now, but the one thing he is sure of is he always retains his former self.

The Sect Leader snorted coldly, "A thousand miles from the Flame Sun Sect lies the Black Dragon Pond, where resides a Three-headed Evil Flood Dragon at the ninth level of Core Formation, a mighty Demon King. If you can retrieve its Demon Core, not only may you view the library, but even take books, and I will not say a word."

The Three-headed Evil Flood Dragon is certainly no ordinary being; even if he went to battle, he would stand no chance and would have to flee in defeat.

Once it transforms from core to baby, it would surely change from flood dragon to dragon, its mana profoundly deep. By then, only the Sect Leader of the Immortal Talisman Sect could suppress it, regardless of how many Core Formation cultivators are sent.

The Sect Leader had never seen such shamelessness, the request was truly excessive. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

If not wishing to tear things apart, he would’ve already driven the man away.

"Fine, it’s a deal, where is it? Point me a direction," Lin Fan said calmly.

"Daoist Lin, you mustn’t. That Three-headed Evil Flood Dragon’s mana is profound, at late Core Formation Demon King’s level, extremely dangerous, truly risky, why not let me take you around here instead?"

Trying to mediate, Xia Luoh offered Lin Fan a way out, impulsiveness was unnecessary.

"No, where is it?" Lin Fan shook his head, refusing the kind offer.

The Sect Leader felt angered, thinking him ungrateful, wasting Elder Xia’s goodwill, raised a hand to point Lin Fan a direction.

"Very well, please accompany me, Sect Leader."

Lin Fan seized the Sect Leader’s shoulder.

In an instant, they disappeared from sight.

"Sect Leader..."

Xia Luoh rubbed his eyes; where have they gone?

With Lin Fan grasping his shoulder, the Sect Leader was shocked, attempting to free himself with mana, but found himself immovable, helpless, in a blink, they’d already arrived at the Black Dragon Pond.

What terrified him more was the place they landed was precisely where the Three-headed Evil Flood Dragon resided.

"Daoist Lin, you..." The Sect Leader was about to reprimand when the ink-black water surface churned, bubbles increasingly boiling.

"He Lianyuan, such nerve, to dare act ostentatiously in my territory."

The enormous body of the Three-headed Evil Flood Dragon emerged from the Black Dragon Pond, dozens of meters long, skin black, covered with hard scales, scales shimmering a dark aura, its heads snake-like, dragon-like, topped with bulging knobs, eyes narrow, gleaming scarlet brilliance.

The Sect Leader’s face changed drastically, the dragon’s savage terrifying aura rushed toward them, without a second thought, he summoned his magic treasure, ready for combat.

"Sect Leader, is this the Three-headed Evil Flood Dragon of the Black Dragon Pond?" Lin Fan asked.

"Why, Daoist Lin, must you insist? Truly, there’s no need to endanger us for so-called face," the Sect Leader was speechless, already having assumed Lin Fan was a cultivator concerned with appearances, provoked by his words, without hesitation, was leading them to their death—this time, even if they could escape, injury was inevitable.