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

"I, Cai Heng, look down upon your character, let alone the fact that you forced my most respected senior brother Zhang out of the sect. There is no possibility for me, Cai Heng, to associate with you in this lifetime."

Cai Heng said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, everyone was surprised to find that Cai Heng actually had some relationship with Zhang Fan.

Now that he publicly slapped Sun Yuntian's face, it was also for Zhang Fan. Why hadn't they heard about their close relationship before?

The elder of the inner sect said that if you offend someone, you offend them.

"Cai Heng's swordsmanship is so strong, and he has even cultivated Sword Intent. Could it be related to Zhang Fan? After all, Zhang Fan has cultivated the perfected Sword Intent, while Cai Heng has only cultivated the embryonic form of Sword Intent. It's not just a coincidence that two sword cultivators from the outer sect have comprehended Sword Intent and know each other, right?"

"It's possible. If that's the case, I feel regretful for not getting to know Senior Brother Zhang Fan earlier."

"Did you also call him Senior Brother Zhang Fan? Previously, he was just an insignificant person, and you didn't even pay attention to him."

"I regret not recognizing his worth. We were all in the same outer sect, but I didn't get to know him earlier."

The disciples below were filled with regret and envy towards Cai Heng on the stage.

On the other hand, Sun Yuntian's face was not just ugly, it was contorted with anger.

"It's you again, Zhang Fan!"

Sun Yuntian gritted his teeth. Was Zhang Fan deliberately opposing him today, or was it just a clash of fate between them?

But no matter how ugly Sun Yuntian's face was at the moment, Cai Heng didn't care about him.

Cai Heng's master, Elder Fang, laughed heartily. He had no dissatisfaction with Cai Heng directly offending Sun Yuntian. On the contrary, he looked proud.

Having taken in such a disciple who valued emotions and righteousness, who was upright and uncompromising, and who had a similar personality to his own, Elder Fang's eyes fell on Zhang Fan not far away. "Zhang Fan, you have helped my disciple. Take this token. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can use this token to ask me for help free of charge!"

With a wave of his sleeve, a jade token flew in an arc and landed in Zhang Fan's hand.

Zhang Fan looked at the translucent green token and did not refuse. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Elder."

He and everyone present understood Elder Fang's underlying meaning.

Seeing that his disciple cared so much about Zhang Fan, and as a sword cultivator himself, Elder Fang also admired Zhang Fan. So he gave him his personal token, which would protect Zhang Fan once if he requested it.

This was a favor from a master at the Divine Pill realm.

Countless people were envious.

However, most people understood that Elder Fang wanted to protect Zhang Fan and help him leave the Sun Core Sect.

After all, Sun Yuntian would definitely not let Zhang Fan off. If Zhang Fan used this token to request Elder Fang's help, Elder Fang would protect Zhang Fan and let him leave the sect unharmed.

This favor was exactly what Zhang Fan needed.

But after accepting it, Zhang Fan did not make any requests under the expectant gazes of the crowd.

"In the future, if I need your help, Elder Fang, I will remember this promise."

Zhang Fan expressed his intention to the crowd, but he didn't plan to use the token for now.

This was a promise from a powerful cultivator at the Divine Pill realm. Before he grew stronger, this promise held great value. How could he easily use it?

It was just Sun Yuntian. Zhang Fan estimated that Sun Yuntian wouldn't personally take action against him. What did he have to fear?

The strength he displayed on stage was not his full power. Even among the inner sect disciples, how many could confidently say they could kill him in a life-and-death battle?

Besides, he still had Xiao Huo.

The upcoming old man would lend him a hand. What could possibly go wrong?

Therefore, Zhang Fan was not worried.

Elder Fang on the elder's platform was puzzled. Could it be that Zhang Fan wanted to save this opportunity for later?

"Well then, my promise is as good as gold. Whenever you need it, just come to me with the token."

Elder Fang waved his hand, feeling a bit of a headache.

He knew that in the future, when Zhang Fan grew stronger, the troubles he would bring would definitely not be small. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have made such a promise.

"Thank you, Elder."

Zhang Fan cupped his hands in gratitude.

Then, he bid farewell to Cai Heng.

Cai Heng felt a bit reluctant, but since it was Zhang Fan's own choice, he could only wish Zhang Fan well.

"The teachings of my senior brother Cai Heng will be forever engraved in my heart. Take care, senior brother."

"Take care." Zhang Fan bid farewell.

After the incident with Cai Heng, things finally came to an end.

Soon, he saw Xiao Huo take the stage.

However, it seemed that Xiao Huo had not fully awakened. In just one day, his cultivation had reached the seventh level of the Clay Bottle Realm.

His martial skills were outstanding, but he was still no match for the opponent's overwhelming cultivation and suffered a miserable defeat.

Zhang Fan felt that Xiao Huo's grandfather was somewhat unreliable. After all the buildup, he still failed to shine.

According to reason, he should have at least amazed others in the outer sect competition, right?

But he ended up being defeated.

In comparison, Zhang Fan didn't even have his own Goldfinger to rely on.

Shaking his head, Zhang Fan left the scene.

He returned to his residence and quickly packed his things.

In fact, there wasn't much to pack. Most of his belongings were already stored in his storage bag. The only things in his residence were some clothes.

After finishing packing, Zhang Fan went to the sect gate.

"Senior Brother Zhang, are you waiting for someone?"

The disciple guarding the gate, who was on duty during Zhang Fan's previous display of power with his Sword Intent and confrontation with the inner sect elder and refusal of the sect master, looked at Zhang Fan with admiration in his eyes.

"Yes."

Zhang Fan nodded and didn't say much, just patiently waited.

"They're here."

Soon, the person Zhang Fan was waiting for arrived.

It was Xiao Huo, who was now carrying a small and large bag, ready to leave the sect.

At this moment, Xiao Huo was no different from an ordinary outer sect disciple, even worse off. He didn't even have a storage ring, and he had to carry his belongings himself.

Originally, Zhang Fan thought Xiao Huo was coming over, but he stopped halfway.

It turned out that a female disciple came to bid farewell.

Zhang Fan's hearing had long surpassed that of ordinary people. Even though they were nearly a hundred meters apart, he could clearly hear what they were talking about.

"Yanran, thank you for coming to see me off. I will definitely come back in the future. Wait for me."

The young boy's eyes were filled with determination.

But the girl was different from what he had imagined. She wasn't here to bid him farewell, but to break up with him.

"Xiao Huo, since you will be expelled from the sect in the future, we don't need to contact each other anymore. Don't waste your energy thinking about coming back. You're not suitable for cultivation anymore."

"When you were in the clan, you were a young genius, full of spirit. That's why I liked you. But now, you're nothing. I have been accepted as a true disciple by an inner sect elder, and our positions are as different as heaven and earth. Go back to your hometown and live as an ordinary person."

The girl's expression was indifferent, even revealing a hint of disgust and contempt.

It was as if talking to Xiao Huo would contaminate her.

"So you're not here to bid farewell, but to break up?"

The young boy clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his hands, oblivious to the bloodstains.

"Yes."

The girl had no expression on her face. If it weren't for the need to make it clear to Xiao Huo, she wouldn't even have wanted to come and see him off.

"To be honest, there was already a talented senior brother in the inner sect who had taken a liking to me. Our marriage is now canceled. Even if it reaches the clan, my father will support me."

"Good, let's break up."

As the protagonist, Xiao Huo naturally had the dignity of a protagonist. Although he felt unwilling and uncomfortable in his heart, when it was time to break, he broke cleanly, without any lingering attachment.

The young boy walked away, leaving behind a parting remark.

"The river flows east for thirty years, then west for thirty years. Don't underestimate a poor young man!"