Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1096 - 1094: Benefactor? More Like Foe!

Dead silence.

A chilling dead silence.

Mo Qian disappeared into the void, as if he had never existed, leaving no trace behind, only memories in the minds of people.

Despite his lifelong struggles and cunning, people only remember his tragic death.

In the pit.

Lin Fan stood there alone, with nothing beneath his feet.

The Xuanyuan Sword shone proudly with golden light.

Dazzling and striking.

Outside the pit.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were stunned, their scalps tingling.

They stood like statues, motionless, staring blankly at the pit, their eyes dull and empty.

Lin Fan, expressionless, sheathed the Xuanyuan Sword.

The golden light vanished.

In an instant, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers came back to their senses.

With a clatter, they all backed away, looking at Lin Fan with the most terrified gaze, not daring to make a sound.

"Mo, Mo Qian General... dead... dead?"

"It seems so..."

"Too terrifying... too terrifying..."

"How could this happen? I don't believe it..."

Everyone was going mad, holding their heads, pulling at their hair, muttering endlessly.

No one could believe that Mo Qian, once invincible and traversing the battlefield, had no power to fight back against Lin Fan, the Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, and met such a tragic end!

But the fact remained that Mo Qian died at Lin Fan's hands.

Soon.

This news would spread across the Sumeru Continent, known by everyone.

Lin Fan glanced sideways, scanning the soldiers.

It seemed they had no intention of avenging Mo Qian.

In the eyes of these soldiers, their own lives were more important than unswerving loyalty.

Since that was the case, he had no intention of making things difficult for them.

Although there were hundreds of thousands of them, in Lin Fan's eyes, they were nothing more than a crowd of ants.

He was more worried about Mo Ningxiang now. He hadn't figured out how to tell Mo Ningxiang...

Mo Chen was dead.

These four words were impossible for him to say.

Lin Fan gazed into the distance, seeing Mo Ningxiang still standing by Diwu Yun'er's side, worried for her.

He needed to hurry over to check or else Mo Ningxiang might become suspicious.

Thinking so, Lin Fan instantly flashed outside the pit, standing among the army.

Ah—

The soldiers nearby shouted in panic, backing away repeatedly.

Their tense bodies bulging with blue veins, like a drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

Lin Fan let out a cold snort.

"Dissatisfied?"

Just two words, earth-shaking, making one tremble.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

Dissatisfied?

Who's dissatisfied?

Who would dare to be dissatisfied?!

If Mo Qian were still alive, they might still hesitate.

But now Mo Qian was dead, and there were no worries left.

In front of Lin Fan, what was Mo Qian even worth?!

A breath later.

Rumbling!

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers kneeled on one knee, ready to obey.

Lin Fan looked around, seeing the dense crowd yielding to him, the scene was spectacular.

"General Lin Fan!"

"General Lin Fan!"

...

The voices were unified, soaring through the clouds.

Resonating between heaven and earth, making Wentian City tremble slightly!

Such a scene is what many dream of.

Making countless people envious.

Enticing many heroes to risk their lives.

However.

Lin Fan scratched his head, looking troubled.

So many people recognizing him as their general, it was quite a tricky situation. Managing so many people was no easy or fun task, being free and easy on his own was much more comfortable.

Previously accepting Mo Qian's General Token was purely for fun. Now facing it seriously, he was not willing at all.

Moreover, he had no free time to linger in Wentian City. He needed to return to the Main City of the Xuan Clan to see if what Mo Qian said was true.

He hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No, no, no! Don't call me General, I can't bear it."

But the hundreds of thousands of soldiers wouldn't listen, determined to acknowledge Lin Fan, continuously shouting "General Lin Fan."

Lin Fan, helpless, had no choice but to leave in a hurry.

After taking barely a few steps.

"Young Master Lin."

Yi Siyu hurried over, stopping Lin Fan.

Lin Fan took a deep breath; she was the person he least wanted to encounter.

Although he stopped, he didn't turn around, his face instantly darkened, barely containing his anger.

Yi Siyu seemed unaware, with a naïve smile on her face.

"Young Master Lin, thank you earlier. If it weren't for your help, I might have already... Didn't expect you to save me twice from trouble, seems you are my benefactor."

Lin Fan was taken aback.

Benefactor? Perhaps also an enemy!

Seeing Lin Fan neither turning nor responding, Yi Siyu found it strange, what was wrong with Young Master Lin? Why was he ignoring her?

"Young Master Lin?"

She softly called, but Lin Fan still didn't move an inch.

Lin Fan didn't know how to face Yi Siyu at that moment.

Although Diwu Yun'er's grave injury wasn't her direct responsibility, from previous probing, he could tell she knew nothing.

But after all, she was Yi Tianqiu's sister; she probably didn't realize her actions aided Yi Tianqiu and led to Diwu Yun'er's grave injury.

Lin Fan's heart was tangled.

Therefore.

He neither left nor paid attention to Yi Siyu.

Yi Siyu seemingly realized something, her expression turned tense, she bit her lower lip anxiously and said, "Young Master Lin... Did I do something wrong? You're... very frightening like this..."

Lin Fan immediately softened a bit, Yi Siyu was ultimately innocent, it was Yi Tianqiu who was wrong...

He took a deep breath, turned around, but his expression remained tense, his brows tightly furrowed, appearing extremely serious.

Yi Siyu was startled by Lin Fan's expression, involuntarily stepping back two steps, her large eyes flickering with panic.

"Young Master Lin..."

After quite a while.

Lin Fan finally spoke three words.

"You should go."

He had once thought of using Yi Siyu to threaten Yi Tianqiu, but knowing Yi Tianqiu could abandon his sister and flee, how would he return for Yi Siyu?

Besides.

Yi Siyu wasn't bad, just overly kind.

So Lin Fan ultimately gave up on the idea.

Hatred is hatred, but he wouldn't let it control his emotions and reason.

"Go? Go to..."

But before Yi Siyu could finish, Lin Fan left without looking back.

Heartless.

Indifferent.

Yi Siyu's body shuddered, her mood plummeting, as if sinking into a deep pool, slowly descending.

She stared blankly at Lin Fan's retreating figure, feeling wronged.

Not knowing what she had done wrong for Lin Fan to dislike her so.

She pressed her lips tightly, her nose tinged with sourness, her eyes instantly reddened, crystal clear tears welling in her large eyes.

What exactly did she do wrong?

Why did Young Master Lin dislike her?

Could it be that she was really that hateful? 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Countless question marks floated above Yi Siyu's head, tears streaming down.

Maybe Young Master Lin found her too troublesome... always needing his rescue...

Yi Siyu pouted with grievance, her body trembling with sobs.

Seeing Lin Fan not intending to look back, she, utterly helpless, could only leave dejectedly, turning back every few steps.

However.

Lin Fan still couldn't bear it, fearing Yi Siyu might encounter danger on the way.

He casually summoned a small soldier.

"Take a small squad, protect Miss Yi to the border, don't let her find out, and make sure she's not harmed!"

"If anything goes wrong, your lives are forfeit!"

"Yes!"

The small soldier, terrified, dared not disobey, quickly leading the squad away.