{"id":258493,"date":"2026-07-13T16:18:57","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:18:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/descension-bl-xianxia-fantasy-romance-book-2-yan-yan\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:18:57","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:18:57","slug":"descension-bl-xianxia-fantasy-romance-book-2-yan-yan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/descension-bl-xianxia-fantasy-romance-book-2-yan-yan\/","title":{"rendered":"Descension BL Xianxia Fantasy Romance Book 2 – Yan Yan"},"content":{"rendered":"
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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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

One glaring absence immediately stood out to me\u2014Ruan Yanjun was nowhere to be seen. Relief washed over me. I wasn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n

It was then that Peng Enlai\u2019s gaze landed on me. \u201cI see our lowest-level member has finally decided to join us,\u201d he said, his deep voice dripping with mockery. His sharp eyes swept over me as he continued, \u201cFor those who haven\u2019t had the pleasure, this fine gentleman here is Luo Fan, sent by none other than Abbot Mo Wenyan.\u201d<\/p>\n

Every eye in the room turned toward me, their scrutiny heavy and unrelenting. I rose slowly, keeping my composure, and offered a polite bow. \u201cIt is a pleasure to meet you all,\u201d I said evenly. \u201cAnd who sent you?\u201d one of them asked, pretending not to have heard Peng Enlai. \u201cI represent Abbot Mo Wenyan of the Endless Plain Sect,\u201d I replied, my tone calm. \u201cMo Wenyan?\u201d The man arched a brow, a smirk playing on his lips. \u201cThe famed fourth-level monk sent\u2026 a second-level representative?\u201d<\/p>\n

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. \u201cIf you believe I am unfit to assist, I can leave immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n

Peng Enlai snorted. \u201cLeave? You\u2019ve already heard too much. If you walk out of here, I\u2019ll have no choice but to kill you.\u201d I met his gaze without flinching. \u201cThen let us proceed.\u201d Before Peng Enlai could reply, another voice broke in. \u201cLuo Fan?\u201d A tall, wiry man at the far end of the table narrowed his eyes. \u201cAre you the exiled Divine Mage of the Kan Empire? Wei Fan, the one who lost his cultivation and sight?\u201d<\/p>\n

The question struck me like a sudden gust of wind. I hadn\u2019t expected anyone here to recognize me, much less know my former name.<\/p>\n

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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 \u2014 \u2726 \u2014 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.<\/p>\n

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. \u201cA martial arts tournament?\u201d I murmured, intrigued. It was surprising to see such a display in a modest town like this.<\/p>\n

Ruan Yanjun stood beside me, his arms folded casually as if he\u2019d seen this a hundred times before. \u201cDo you want to watch?\u201d he asked, his tone indifferent yet carrying an edge of curiosity. I glanced at him, hesitating. \u201cDo we have time?\u201d \u201cIf it\u2019s about cultivation, we have plenty,\u201d 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\u2019t difficult to stand just a few feet back and still get a good view of the action.<\/p>\n

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\u2014his name, Bao Bao, was shouted repeatedly by the crowd\u2014pressed the attack with relentless punches, forcing his opponent back step by step.<\/p>\n

Then, in a decisive move, Bao Bao leaped into the air, delivering a sharp kick to the man\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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