Fantasy: I, Who Can View The Script Of My Life, Can Be Arbitrary Forever

"Cai Huan, it's been a few days since we last met. Have you made a breakthrough?"

Zhang Fan observed that Cai Huan's cultivation had changed. He was no longer at the sixth level of the Clay Bottle Realm, but had reached the eighth level.

Although there was still a gap from reaching the Sea Gazing Realm, being able to upgrade two levels consecutively in just a few days showed his exceptional talent.

"Senior brother gave me so many elixirs. Even if I were a pig, I would have made a breakthrough in my cultivation."

"By the way, senior brother, you were right. I actually have talent in swordsmanship!"

Suddenly, Cai Huan's face was filled with excitement as he told Zhang Fan about his journey in sword cultivation over the past few days.

"The sword techniques that others take months to comprehend, I managed to master them all in just a few days. An elder found out and even wanted me to shine in the outer sect competition and become his disciple."

"Even if I haven't reached the Sea Gazing Realm, I can still stay here."

"You're right, senior brother. I shouldn't give up until the last moment."

"Senior brother's teachings are like flowing rivers, nourishing this young sapling. I will remember and benefit from the principles you've taught me in this lifetime..."

Cai Huan spoke excitedly, and one could imagine how happy he had been these past few days.

Zhang Fan simply listened with a faint smile. Although he had taken advantage of someone else's opportunity, it could be considered compensation.

He patted Cai Huan's shoulder and said, "Focus on your cultivation. If you have any questions about swordsmanship, you can ask me in the next few days."

The reason he said "the next few days" was because after the outer sect competition, he would apply to leave the sect.

Previously, he had reluctantly signed up for the outer sect competition in order to participate in the Ten Thousand Treasure Meditation Hall.

Since the competition had not ended, he couldn't easily leave the sect.

Zhang Fan couldn't be sure if he could easily leave the sect himself. After all, according to the script of life, he was supposed to be useless enough for the sect to approve his departure.

But after killing Sun Zhaoyang in the sect not long ago and gaining some fame, the situation became uncertain.

"Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it."

Even if he couldn't leave, Sun Core Sect was still a decent sect. If he could advance to the inner sect, there would be more cultivation resources and less restriction on disciples' freedom. It would be almost the same.

In the following days, Zhang Fan went to see Xiao Huo.

He found that Xiao Huo's cultivation had reached the fifth level of the Clay Bottle Realm.

No, there was a slight difference compared to before.

Previously, Xiao Huo was at the fifth level of the Clay Bottle Realm, but his cultivation was unstable, as if he could fall down at any moment.

Now, he had a solid foundation at the fifth level of the Clay Bottle Realm. It wouldn't be long before he broke through to the sixth level.

"It seems that the old man has awakened."

Zhang Fan's eyes were filled with envy. The road to genius reversal was about to begin, a reward for his past hardships.

Originally, he planned to wait for a few more days to seize some opportunities or see if there were any other chances with Liu Ruoxue.

But unexpectedly, these few days passed quickly, and the inner and outer sect competitions were about to begin.

On this day, the sect's martial arts arena was crowded with thousands of people.

"After more than a year of cultivation, I believe all disciples have made progress in their cultivation. The outer sect competition is not only an opportunity for you to advance to the inner sect, but also a chance for you to showcase your achievements over the past year..."

"The outer sect competition begins now."

The elder in charge of the competition announced loudly.

Everyone was eager to start.

The outer sect competition used a knockout system on the arena. Those who made it to the top one hundred would be admitted to the sect.

There were also many inner sect elders observing from above. If there were outstanding talents, they could enter the inner sect on their own.

After several rounds involving thousands of people, it was finally Zhang Fan's turn.

"It's Zhang Fan. I heard that he defeated Sun Zhaoyang with just two moves on the Life and Death Platform. No, he killed Sun Zhaoyang with just two moves!"

"This person is extremely terrifying. It's almost certain that he will make it to the top one hundred."

Zhang Fan had originally intended to keep a low profile, but he didn't expect so many people to have their attention focused on him. These people had all heard of his deeds.

"How can I pretend to be useless like this?"

Zhang Fan noticed that even some of the elders were also focusing their gaze on him. It was clear that Zhang Fan was the center of attention in this grand competition.

"His opponent is Wu Hai."

"Wu Senior Brother broke through to the Sea Gazing Realm last year. Due to some reasons, he didn't join the inner sect. I didn't expect him to be matched against Zhang Fan."

"Although Zhang Fan is strong, it's not certain that he can defeat this veteran Sea Gazing Realm opponent. If he loses in this round, it would be a great pity."

Zhang Fan glanced at Wu Hai, who was at the fourth level of the Sea Gazing Realm. For ordinary outer sect disciples, he was an extremely formidable figure, but in Zhang Fan's eyes, he was insignificant.

"With so many people watching me, I can't act too fake. I'll casually exchange a few moves with him and then admit defeat."

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Fan still had no intention of joining the inner sect. After all, when he left the sect, he joined the Holy Land and obtained the ancient treasure, the Heaven Grade Immortal Slaying Sword.

The Holy Land had more opportunities, and there were geniuses aplenty.

There was no reason not to join the Holy Land and stay in a small Sun Core Sect.

"The competition begins."

Zhang Fan prepared himself meticulously, showing a look of facing a formidable enemy.

During the exchange, he only used less than twenty percent of his strength, but still forced his opponent to retreat step by step.

"This Zhang Fan is indeed formidable. Even Wu Hai is not his match. It's truly terrifying. It seems that the inner sect disciples are stable."

"Zhang Fan's performance is so impressive. Maybe some inner sect elders would be willing to take him as their disciple."

The crowd below sighed in admiration.

Zhang Fan, however, felt embarrassed.

"Wu Hai is too weak. I thought that by suppressing his strength to two levels below, we would have a difficult and evenly matched fight, but in the end, he was defeated easily."

Zhang Fan didn't even use the Ancient Azure Sword. He only had an ordinary long sword.

And even his sword techniques were ordinary.

Zhang Fan continued to restrain his strength and only used less than ten percent of his power to confront his opponent.

This time, the situation improved a lot, and Wu Hai began to gain the upper hand.

"Zhang Fan is indeed a newcomer. After fighting for just a while, his strength started to weaken. He's not durable enough."

"Yes, I thought he could defeat Senior Brother Wu, but it seems that I was thinking too much."

"Zhang Fan should wait until next year to join the inner sect."

The crowd discussed with regret.

Zhang Fan also thought that it was almost over. After a while, he would pretend to be exhausted and admit defeat.

But just as he relaxed, suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he faced a sword filled with killing intent.

Taking advantage of Zhang Fan's unpreparedness, Wu Hai's strength unexpectedly surged, wanting to kill him?

"Clang!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan increased his strength and blocked the sword.

"You want to kill me?"

Facing Wu Hai's fierce gaze, Zhang Fan questioned in confusion.

Wu Hai failed to land a hit, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, followed by a surge of killing intent, launching frequent attacks.

Without receiving an answer from Wu Hai, Zhang Fan defended against his fierce moves while frowning.

In his impression, he had no grievances or enmity with this disciple. Why did he want to kill him?

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's eyes flickered.

He noticed that on the high platform, an inner sect elder had been staring at him, with obvious hatred, doubt, and icy killing intent in his eyes.

In an instant, Zhang Fan understood who it was.