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Chapter 46 My Senior Brother is Invincible

"First, I hope you all understand a concept—the increase of spiritual energy entropy."

The entire audience was bewildered.

"What is entropy increase? In short... disorder. When spiritual energy enters the dantian, it is constantly 'rusting' and 'becoming disordered'."

Seeing the surprised and doubtful expressions on the faces of the audience, Lin Xiaofan added fuel to the fire: a cold blue aura emanated from the tip of his left finger, while golden flames ignited at the tip of his right finger.

"Watch closely! Can ice and fire truly not coexist?"

To everyone's astonishment, Lin Xiaofan suddenly clasped his hands together.

There was no explosion, and no backlash.

Ice blue and golden flames intertwined, spiraled, and coiled in his palm, finally transforming into a slowly rotating "Ice and Fire Lotus." The cold air and heat waves were perfectly neutralized, exuding a gentle and awe-inspiring Daoist charm.

"This...this is impossible! Ice and fire clash, it is an ironclad law of heaven!" an elder who mainly cultivated fire-based techniques exclaimed in shock.

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"The Way of Heaven?" Lin Xiaofan grinned. "The Way of Heaven only says that they are opposites in nature, but it didn't say that they are forbidden from 'falling in love'!"

"The key lies in harmonizing entropy increase in order to achieve 'frequency band resonance'."

"If you treat spiritual energy as inanimate and forcibly suppress it, it will naturally rebel. But if you use the soul as a guide to tune the 'stillness' of ice and the 'movement' of fire to the same frequency, making them mesh like gears... mutual restraint becomes mutual generation. The disorder of entropy increase is also transformed into order."

The disciples below the stage felt their scalps tingle, as if the door to a new world had been kicked open.

Su Qingxue's eyes flickered slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips; Shan Ling'er held her hands to her heart, and even though she looked downcast, she couldn't hide her fervent belief that "my senior brother is the best in the world."

An elder suddenly raised his hand: "Elder Lin, if the balance is broken, how can it be remedied?"

Lin Xiaofan raised an eyebrow slightly: Good question.

"To break the balance is to destroy and then establish. Just like heaven and earth, nothing can be established without destruction. The way to remedy this lies not in external things, but in one's own heart. May I ask, Elder, has your heart ever wavered?"

"This..." The elder pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"When you waver, it is the moment when your innate 'ice and fire' become unbalanced. 'Ice' represents reason, and 'fire' represents desire."

"Yin alone cannot produce life, Yang alone cannot grow; light and shadow go hand in hand, without light there is no shadow. The way to harmonize is not to forcibly suppress, that will only lead to going astray; only by allowing the two to find a dynamic balance in conflict can perfection be achieved."

The audience looked at each other in bewilderment, as knowledge was poured into their minds in a strange way.

[Tsk tsk tsk... Boss, your silver tongue is getting better and better at making things up.]

Lin Xiaofan thought to himself, "Heh, but their emotions are indeed fluctuating, aren't they?"

In the midst of laughter and conversation—

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The frequency of pop-up windows increased significantly compared to the morning.

Sure enough, as the event drew to a close and the audience dispersed—

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Lin Xiaofan wanted nothing more than to roar to the heavens – "Awesome!"

Just as Su Qingxue was about to step forward, a series of crisp applause suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

Pop, pop, pop.

Those who hadn't left all turned their heads.

A middle-aged man dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, with a respectful and humble demeanor, walked in with a smile.

Su Lang, the head of the Su family in Nanguan and Su Qingxue's second uncle.

Lin Xiaofan's expression froze slightly: Why is he here again? Right now... it's far from the time when the Su family is in turmoil, isn't it?

Before the doubts could be dispelled, a streak of crimson light suddenly split open in the sky.

Dan Xuanzi stepped onto the furnace lid and arrived through the air. The instant he landed, he first straightened his clothes, bowed deeply to the ground, and then whispered in someone's ear, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

A strange light flashed in Lin Xiaofan's eyes, then his brows furrowed slightly. He turned his head, his gaze passing over Su Lang, who was still bowing with a smile, and said in a light tone, "Patriarch Su, it's windy here. Would you like some tea at the back of the mountain?"

Inside the bamboo shed, half a cup of coarse tea sat, with wisps of white smoke rising from it.

Su Lang, however, had no time to drink.

As soon as he put down his teacup, his expression turned solemn: "The other day, the clan's exploration team went deep into the Cold Marrow Mine and found a trace of my elder brother, Su Ming..."

Having said that, his hands trembled slightly as he took out a broken jade pendant from his bosom and gently placed it on the table. A chill still lingered at the broken edge, seeping into the bones, sending shivers down the spines of onlookers.

Lin Xiaofan's gaze swept over them, his tone probing: "Su Ming is Qingxue's father. Such a matter concerning the life and death of her biological father, why didn't the Su family head inform Qingxue, but instead came to me... Isn't this ultimately an internal matter of the Su family?"

Su Lang's lips twitched slightly.

"Senior, you may not know this... If this matter were to be revealed to Qingxue, given her unyielding nature, she would surely risk everything alone to pursue it to the end. However, the place where the jade pendant fell... is only a stone's throw away from the 'Cold Abyss'."

At this point, Su Lang's breath caught in his throat.

"That desolate place is so cold that it can freeze the soul and devour the spiritual root. Even if our Su family patriarch were to go there in person, he would still have to be wary. If Qingxue were to go there, I'm afraid... she would never return."

Before he could finish speaking, the head of the Su family in Nanguan had already shed all his imposing manners, knelt down with a thud, and struck the bamboo clappers with his forehead, the sound like tearing silk:

"Su Lang is willing to use his personal name and treasury to hire you, senior, to venture deep into the Cold Abyss! I beg you, senior—to grant my request!"

Looking at him kneeling on the ground with his shoulders trembling slightly, Lin Xiaofan sighed inwardly.

"Get up... I'll take this job."

Su Lang suddenly looked up, tears welling up in his eyes. He bowed several times, then got up and hurriedly left to make arrangements for the departure.

As his figure disappeared into the distant mountains, Lao Xian reached out from his bosom.

Boss, why did you agree? What if it's a trap set by the Script Management Bureau? Those guys are eyeing you like hawks!

Lin Xiaofan shrugged, his expression indifferent: "Wouldn't that be even better? If they wanted to get rid of me, they would have to go to great lengths to set a trap, which shows that they don't have any cards that can directly take my life."

"If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move; if the enemy does move... I'll follow the clues to find the source."

The old fish's eyes darted around, his tone ambiguous: "Hehe, could it be... it's for Miss Su?"

"Bullshit!" Lin Xiaofan blurted out, his words so fast they seemed to suggest he was trying to cover something up. "If you insist, we've received a lot of favors from the Su family—the Nine Heavens Cold Marrow Jade, the Ice Heart Flower, aren't those real benefits? Besides, we've benefited greatly from Qingxue as well. Furthermore, since I already promised to lend her a hand, how could I, Lin Xiaofan, go back on my word?"

Old Xian hung in mid-air, nodding repeatedly, its fins elongated, covering its mouth and chuckling incessantly.

Lin Xiaofan rolled his eyes: "Since Maqiu isn't here, you're suddenly feeling sentimental again? Believe me or not, I'll have Sanqingding give you a sauna!"

"Waaah, no, no! Boss is wise and mighty!" Old Xian instantly shrank into a ball, turned into blue light, and darted back into his arms.

Lin Xiaofan stopped laughing and turned to pack his belongings. His home was bare, and he had very few things to carry, but he still carefully arranged everything in the bamboo shed—so that it wouldn't be covered in dust when he returned.

The next morning, the thin fog had not yet dissipated.

Lin Xiaofan carried a simple bag and strolled leisurely along the stone path toward the mountain gate. He paused as soon as he stepped down the first step.

Before the mountain gate, a massive crowd surged forth. The dense mass of figures stretched out from the stone-paved square, all the way to the bend in the mountain path, with no end in sight.

Lin Xiaofan's lips twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: Good heavens... With this kind of commotion, could it be that excavators have driven into the cultivation world to dig up the soil?

Upon reaching the mountain gate, Dan Xuanzi was already waiting at the steps. With tears in his eyes, he respectfully presented two bulging storage bags.

Lin Xiaofan was taken aback and did not answer.

Is Qingyun Sect... bankrupt? They've even prepared severance pay?

"Senior!" Dan Xuanzi's voice trembled slightly, almost choking with emotion. "What's in this bag is a farewell gift from the entire sect. The journey to Nanguan is long and arduous... Please take care!"

Lin Xiaofan's gaze swept over his shoulder, landing on the dense crowd behind him—elders, disciples, and servants, all lined up. He mechanically took the storage bag and lowered his voice: "How come everyone knows about my trip to the Su family? Su Lang only mentioned it to you briefly."

Dan Xuanzi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said solemnly, "Senior's return date is uncertain, and the whole sect is worried about you. It is difficult to keep this a secret for long. I will take the liberty of announcing that Senior is going to the Su family in Nanguan on behalf of the Qingyun Sect for a friendly exchange."

Lin Xiaofan was speechless for a moment.

When did I accumulate such prestige within the sect?

But now that the play has begun, it must be performed to the end. He cleared his throat, turned to the crowd, bowed respectfully, and spoke in a clear, resonant voice:

"Thank you all for your kindness! We part today, but I will return soon. I hope you will all diligently cultivate yourselves and not slacken or become lax."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's faces were filled with sorrow. Several disciples crowded forward, offering a barrage of blessings—"May you have a safe journey, achieve the Great Dao soon, and have a smooth path to immortality..." The blessings were endless, and the scene almost got out of control, resembling a grand fan meeting.

The frenzy subsided only after a thunderous roar echoed across the sky.

boom--!

The clouds were brutally torn apart.

A magnificent ship, over a hundred feet long, burst forth from the sky, its hull forged from black ice and cold iron and its shell made of ancient sandalwood, exuding an imposing aura.

On either side of the ship, colossal frost dragons coiled, their scales clearly defined, their eyes inlaid with a deep blue, chilling essence, radiating a menacing light and an overwhelming aura. The sails billowed in the wind, and the silver-embroidered emblem of the Su clan of Nanguan shone brilliantly in the morning light.

The treasure ship hovered above the mountain gate, its enormous shadow overturning and casting a cool shade over half the square.

"Senior, please board the ship." Su Lang stood at the bow of the ship, welcoming him solemnly.

Lin Xiaofan took a deep breath and stepped onto the jade steps leading up to the Su family's gate. Halfway up, he turned back and waved to the crowd in front of the mountain gate.

The treasure ship's main core roared, spewing forth spiritual light as it slowly rose, disappeared into the clouds, and transformed into a dazzling streak of light in the sky before vanishing in an instant.

The cabin corridor is covered with a snow-white carpet, so that every step is silent, as if walking on clouds.

Su Lang led the way, sighing as he walked, "Your high reputation and deep respect within the Qingyun Sect are truly a blessing to the sect."

Lin Xiaofan waved his hand modestly, "Not at all. It's just that the Qingyun Sect has a clean and upright atmosphere, and everyone respects their teachers and values ​​the Way."

Upon arriving at the top-tier guest room, Su Lang pushed open the door and invited, "Senior, please feel free to ask if you need anything."

After speaking, he bowed deeply, withdrew, and left through the closed door.

All was quiet, and Lin Xiaofan could no longer suppress the joy in his heart.

Looking left and right, touching this and that, she felt like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, finding everything new and exciting.

The luxury here is unparalleled.

The walls are inlaid with warm jade, maintaining a constant temperature; the floor is covered with fragrant purple-gold wood, calming the mind and spirit; the bed is carved from a single piece of millennia-old cold marrow, covered with an ice silk quilt, cool to the touch and smooth as solidified fat. The teapot on the table is made of the finest spiritual crystal, its surface shimmering with a subtle light.

"Tsk tsk... I never thought that I, Lin Xiaofan, a mere 'working class,' would one day be able to board this magnificent ship."

Old Xian emerged from his robes, flicking his fishtail: "Shall we get Dan Xuanzi to make you a set too?"

"No need." Lin Xiaofan leaned back on the Cold Marrow Bed and stretched comfortably. "Such things are best enjoyed occasionally."

While chatting and laughing—

Click.

In the corner, the rosewood wardrobe, carved with intricate ice patterns, moved without warning. The extremely slight friction sound was as quiet as a needle falling into your ear.

Lin Xiaofan's smile vanished instantly.

He rolled out of bed, his gaze suddenly turning cold.

The aura of the majestic Dao Body spread out, and the room temperature instantly plummeted to freezing point. Dark shadows surged beneath his feet like a tide, and dozens of ice spikes condensed in mid-air, their sharp points all pointing at the wardrobe.

"Who's inside?"

His voice was deep and chilling.

The wardrobe door... slowly cracked open a crack.