82: Immortal magic! Build a house!

“These days, even finding a place to sleep on the ground has become so competitive?”

His words hit the nail on the head.

Forget sleeping on the ground, even some of the more appealing large tree branches had already been occupied.

Zhuge Yuan's old face was a bit red; he led Lin Fan and the other three, squeezing through the crowd for a long time, but still couldn't find a place to rest their feet.

“Four Seniors, I am truly sorry.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said awkwardly, “This place is overflowing with people. It seems we can only make do for one night at the campsite we purchased from the Tang Sect in advance.”

Tang Sect!

These two words were like a thunderclap, striking Ling Ke'er's heart!

Buzz!

A chilling, bone-piercing Evil Qi, as if from the depths of the netherworld, suddenly erupted from her body!

Her clear Phoenix eyes, which had still held a hint of curiosity, were instantly replaced by endless hatred and a bloody hue!

It was them!

It was that group of scoundrels who called themselves the “Tang Sect of Tianwu Continent” who annihilated her Northern Yuan Dynasty and slaughtered her relatives!

“You're courting death!”

Ling Ke'er gritted her teeth, her delicate body trembling violently, and her Foundation Establishment second-level magical power surged out uncontrollably, about to erupt on the spot!

“Junior Sister!”

Lin Fan frowned and let out a deep, low cry.

He backhanded a palm, seemingly lightly pressing it onto Ling Ke'er's fragrant shoulder.

A gentle, jade-like, yet vast as the sea wood-attribute magical power instantly flowed in, forcefully calming her magical power that was on the verge of going berserk.

“Don't be impulsive.”

Lin Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

“Once we enter the Secret Realm, there will be plenty of time to settle accounts with them.”

“Acting now will only expose our strength for no reason and tip them off.”

Ling Ke'er took a deep breath, her scarlet eyes fixed on the campsite not far away with the large “Tang” flag, and finally, she forcibly suppressed the killing intent in her heart.

Senior Brother is right.

A gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late.

No, it won't take ten years.

Once her cultivation advances further, she will uproot this Tang Sect completely, leaving no one alive!

...

Under Zhuge Yuan's guidance, the group passed through the crowded masses and finally arrived at the so-called “campsite.”

Calling it a campsite, it was actually just a simple, cleared-out patch of empty land, no more than a hundred square meters in size.

Around them, there were gazes from other forces, some curious, some wary, some disdainful.

“Father, I'll have people set up the tents first.” Zhuge Qing said to Zhuge Yuan, then motioned to several Zhuge family Disciples to start moving things down from the carriage.

“No need, it's troublesome.”

Lin Fan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

He walked to the center of the empty space and, under everyone's puzzled gazes, slowly squatted down.

Then, he extended his right hand and gently pressed it onto the solid ground.

The next instant!

A sudden change occurred!

“Buzz—!”

Centered around his palm, the hard soil on the ground actually seemed to come alive, beginning to subtly wriggle and churn!

Immediately after!

One by one, verdant, dripping vines, thicker than an adult's arm, broke through the earth!

They grew wildly, intertwined, and coiled at a speed visible to the naked eye, even a barbaric and utterly unreasonable speed!

In just a few breaths!

A “Vine House,” entirely woven and constructed from lush green vines, covering tens of square meters, ancient in style yet full of life, rose from the ground and appeared before everyone!

On top of the house, there were even a few unknown flowers, still in bud, emitting bursts of refreshing fragrance!

Silence!

Dead silence!

The entire bustling atmosphere outside Falling Star Valley, at this moment, seemed to be choked by an invisible large hand!

You could hear a pin drop!

Everyone's gaze, every single one of them, was fixed on the vine house that had appeared out of thin air, as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes wide and round, their jaws dropped to the floor, unable to close for a long time.

“This... this is...”

“Am I... am I seeing things? A house? Growing out of the ground?”

“What kind of demonic art is this?!”

“No! This isn't demonic art! It's... it's the work of an Immortal! It's definitely the work of an Immortal!”

After a brief moment of dead silence, the crowd completely erupted!

Countless gazes, shocked, horrified, and incredulous, simultaneously focused on Lin Fan, who was still in a squatting position, slowly retracting his right hand!

Zhuge Yuan and his son, Zhuge Qing, were already petrified on the spot, their minds buzzing and completely blank.

This... is this something a Martial Artist can do?!

Creating something out of nothing?!

This, damn it, isn't this a skill only Immortals in legends possess?!

Not far away.

Tang Sect campsite.

Several Tang Sect Disciples who were patrolling, upon seeing this miraculous scene, their weapons clanged to the ground, and their mouths were wide enough to fit a goose egg.

“Quick! Go report to the Young Lord and the core Senior Brothers!”

One of the Disciples reacted first, scrambling and crawling towards the most luxurious tent in the center of the campsite!

...

Lin Fan slowly stood up, brushing off non-existent dust from his hands, as if he had only done a trivial little thing.

He said calmly to Zhuge Yuan and the others, who were already dumbfounded:

“Go in.”

With that, he led Xiao Huohuo, Ling Ke'er, and Nanny, under the watchful eyes of countless reverent and fearful gazes, and was the first to walk into the vine house.

The Zhuge family members then woke up as if from a dream, one by one, hurrying inside, their hearts already churning, their reverence for these four “Seniors” having reached an unprecedented peak.

Before long, the food prepared by the Zhuge family was ready.

Everyone sat together, but the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Zhuge Yuan and his son, Zhuge Qing, tried to speak several times but didn't know what to say, their eyes looking at them as if they were Immortals.

Finally, Zhuge Qing mustered all his courage and, trembling, asked Lin Fan and the other three:

“Several Seniors... are you truly Martial Artists?”

His response was the calm gazes of Lin Fan and the other three, and... silence.

Some things require no explanation.

Meanwhile, outside the house.

“Oh my goodness, a house grew out of the ground!”

“Could it be an illusion?”

“Have you ever heard of any Realm where one can create things out of thin air?”

“Martial Emperors certainly can't; I've seen Martial Emperors.”

“Could it be a Martial Venerable?!”

“Perhaps, a Martial Saint is also possible.”

“...”