Descension BL Xianxia Fantasy Romance Book 2 – Yan Yan

Their soft neighs and eager chomping felt far more pleasant than the tension I imagined awaited me in the main hall. But duty called, and I hurried to finish before reluctantly making my way to the villa. As I entered the hall, the air was thick with animated voices.

The entire group was already in the midst of a heated debate, their faces set in frustration and determination. No one even glanced my way as I quietly slipped in and took the only vacant seat behind Yu Guo. I surveyed the room, taking in the scene. Fourteen men and three women sat around the large oval table, their diverse robes and insignias indicating the various sects they hailed from. As expected, about half of them belonged to the Eternal Damnation Sect.

One glaring absence immediately stood out to me—Ruan Yanjun was nowhere to be seen. Relief washed over me. I wasn’t sure I was ready to face him yet. The discussion revolved around finding a way to traverse the treacherous territory of the Illusive Ghosts Sect without drawing their attention. Strategies were being proposed, but none seemed to gain unanimous approval.

It was then that Peng Enlai’s gaze landed on me. “I see our lowest-level member has finally decided to join us,” he said, his deep voice dripping with mockery. His sharp eyes swept over me as he continued, “For those who haven’t had the pleasure, this fine gentleman here is Luo Fan, sent by none other than Abbot Mo Wenyan.”

Every eye in the room turned toward me, their scrutiny heavy and unrelenting. I rose slowly, keeping my composure, and offered a polite bow. “It is a pleasure to meet you all,” I said evenly. “And who sent you?” one of them asked, pretending not to have heard Peng Enlai. “I represent Abbot Mo Wenyan of the Endless Plain Sect,” I replied, my tone calm. “Mo Wenyan?” The man arched a brow, a smirk playing on his lips. “The famed fourth-level monk sent… a second-level representative?”

The room erupted into laughter, a chorus of mocking chuckles and murmurs. I remained composed, my hands folded before me. I had spent months cultivating patience on Guidao Island. No insult could stir me now. When the laughter subsided, I offered a serene smile. “If you believe I am unfit to assist, I can leave immediately.”

Peng Enlai snorted. “Leave? You’ve already heard too much. If you walk out of here, I’ll have no choice but to kill you.” I met his gaze without flinching. “Then let us proceed.” Before Peng Enlai could reply, another voice broke in. “Luo Fan?” A tall, wiry man at the far end of the table narrowed his eyes. “Are you the exiled Divine Mage of the Kan Empire? Wei Fan, the one who lost his cultivation and sight?”

The question struck me like a sudden gust of wind. I hadn’t expected anyone here to recognize me, much less know my former name.

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Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental. OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER 52 Tournament LUO FAN — ✦ — Two Months Later A boisterous commotion at the far end of the market street drew my attention. A dense crowd of men had gathered around a makeshift arena in the open square. Just beyond them, I could make out groups of women standing beneath the shade of nearby trees, shielding themselves from the oppressive sun.

Children darted through the chaos, their laughter mingling with the rising chatter, though any who tried to sneak a closer look at the spectacle were promptly shooed away by the adults. Even with my still-improving vision, I could see the wide arena clearly. At its center, two men were locked in fierce combat. “A martial arts tournament?” I murmured, intrigued. It was surprising to see such a display in a modest town like this.

Ruan Yanjun stood beside me, his arms folded casually as if he’d seen this a hundred times before. “Do you want to watch?” he asked, his tone indifferent yet carrying an edge of curiosity. I glanced at him, hesitating. “Do we have time?” “If it’s about cultivation, we have plenty,” he said with a faint smile, already striding toward the crowd. I followed close behind, weaving through the throng until we reached a spot where we could see clearly. We were taller than most of the villagers, so it wasn’t difficult to stand just a few feet back and still get a good view of the action.

The two fighters in the arena were an interesting contrast. One was older, bulkier, his movements slower but forceful. The other was younger, wiry, and agile, moving with a precision that spoke of rigorous training. It quickly became apparent that the older fighter was struggling. The younger man—his name, Bao Bao, was shouted repeatedly by the crowd—pressed the attack with relentless punches, forcing his opponent back step by step.

Then, in a decisive move, Bao Bao leaped into the air, delivering a sharp kick to the man’s neck before following up with an energy-infused palm strike to the chest. The older man crumpled to the ground in a heap, barely conscious.

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