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Chapter 295 - Closing Curtain

When Nangong Wan’er and Chu Xuan’er saw Chen Fan flying out of the defense arena with blood streaming out of his mouth, their expressions darkened. They jumped toward him.

Nangong Wan’er quickly took out a Recovery Elixir and shoved it into Chen Fan’s mouth. Concerned, she asked, “Are you alright?”

Chen Fan turned his head, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, and shook his head. “I’m fine.”

Boom!

Simultaneously, on the side of the Moon Bloodline, Nangong Baxiong rose from his white jade platform. His aura surged wildly, giving off a suffocating pressure that stirred the winds and clouds. He glared fiercely at Nangong Ling and said, “Nangong Ling, you’ve crossed the line!”

Given Nangong Ling\'s strength, he could have easily saved Qin Jian, but he chose underhanded tactics, sending Chen Fan flying and injuring him.

“You\'re exaggerating, Nangong Baxiong. I just lost control for a bit. Besides, do you think that kid would have survived if I had malicious intentions?”

Nangong Ling’s expression was indifferent, his voice flat.

“You...” Nangong Baxiong\'s expression turned ugly, and his aura grew stronger.

Chen Fan had fought for Nangong Baxiong’s bloodline, not to mention the suspicions he had about Chen Fan’s true identity. Nangong Ling had ambushed someone like that. Who would dare lend support to the Moon Bloodline in the future if there were no repercussions for such actions?

"Enough with the \'you, you, you.\' I admit I lost control for a moment in my eagerness to save Qin Jian and couldn\'t manage my strength. Take this top-grade Recovery Elixir; it should fully heal him." Nangong Ling waved his arm, and a small jade bottle sailed toward Chen Fan.

Chen Fan accepted the jade bottle, locking eyes with Nangong Ling with an icy stare. He chuckled coldly and said, “Hoho, as expected of the Sun Bloodline’s leader. Impressive!”

Chen Fan emphasized the word “impressive,” a touch of mockery playing on his face.

Nangong Ling narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade.

The Grand Elder, Nangong Xuan, finally spoke up.

“Alright, Wang Dongfan, do you still want to continue your challenge?”

Nangong Xuan was brushing aside the matter. Nangong Baxiong’s expression darkened. Just as he was about to voice his concerns, Chen Fan\'s voice rang out.

“Of course, I’m going to continue my challenge. Since the leader of the Sun Bloodline did me such a huge favor, I don’t want to let him down by not taking a seat from them.”

The members of the Sun Bloodline erupted in chatter. Nangong Ling\'s gaze turned frigid.

“Wang Dongfan, you...” Nangong Baxiong’s expression changed again.

Nangong Ling had shamelessly struck him in secret. Even though Nangong Wan’er had immediately fed Chen Fan a Recovery Elixir, it could only marginally alleviate his injuries.

Now, Chen Fan wanted to continue. Did he have a death wish?

“No need to worry. I’m fine. It\'s time to put an end to this tedious game.” Chen Fan waved his hand. He had Nangong Wan’er and Chu Xuan’er leave the arena. Next, he looked at Nangong Qingshuang and the others with a fierce gaze.

“You first.” Chen Fan pointed at Nangong Qingshuang with his sword.

She was Nangong Ling’s daughter. He would first take back some interest from Nangong Qingshuang.

Nangong Qingshuang stepped forward, each step strengthening the cold intent surrounding her. Frost formed under her feet, making cracking noises. The surrounding temperature instantly plummeted.

Chen Fan ignored her cold intent. His figure blurred, and sword light flashed.

The sharp sword light spread, growing larger in Nangong Qingshuang’s field of vision. She felt a stinging pain on her skin, and her mind swayed.

Earlier, Nangong Ling had transmitted a message to her, assuring that Chen Fan, weakened by his injuries, posed no real threat.

However, Chen Fan\'s attack surpassed all expectations. It didn\'t resemble the attack of someone severely injured; in fact, he seemed entirely unharmed.

On the white jade platform, Nangong Ling’s pupils shrunk violently, and his expression darkened.

Chen Fan was in perfect condition. How was that possible?

Pfft!

A brief moment later, Nangong Qingshuang flew out, spewing blood. Her complexion was ghastly pale, her aura in disarray. Nangong Ling’s gaze became incomparably icy, wishing he could kill Chen Fan on the spot.

“Next, you!”

Chen Fan ignored Nangong Ling’s icy killing intent. His cold gaze settled on a youth.

This youth met Chen Fan’s cold gaze and immediately felt like his heart and his mind were frozen. Even someone blind could tell that the youth was terrified. He was so terrified that his legs were shaking; Nangong Ling’s expression became even uglier.

One stroke.

Two strokes.

Three strokes.

Chen Fan defeated the next three defenders after Nangong Qingshuang with a single move each.

Including Qin Jian and Nangong Qingshuang, Chen Fan had already defeated five of them.

A complete victory!

He had seized a second seat from the Sun Bloodline.

“That damnable little bastard!”

Nangong Ling looked at Chen Fan with a sinister gaze, killing intent brewing in his eyes.

The fact that Chen Fan emerged unscathed from his sneak attack surpassed all his expectations.

“Haha, this is wonderful. Our Moon Bloodline now has two more seats in the Council of Elders. Hahahaha...”

“Four seats! We now have four seats in the council! The Sun and the Star bloodlines will no longer suppress us!”

“This is all thanks to Wang Dongfan. He pulled our Moon Bloodline out of the abyss with his lonesome strength, seizing a seat from the Sun and the Star Bloodlines. Look how ugly the expressions on them are.”

“......”

The members of the Moon Bloodline were ecstatic.

Even Nangong Baxiong and Nangong Qingtian couldn\'t help but wear faint smiles.

The outcomes of the Bloodlines Martial Meet had defied everyone\'s expectations.

Everyone had expected the Moon Bloodline to be completely suppressed in this meet, but things had taken a turn unexpectedly. Thanks to Chen Fan\'s unparalleled strength, they swept through everyone, securing a seat from both the Sun and the Star bloodlines.

In stark contrast to the jubilation among the Moon Bloodline members, the members of the Sun and the Star bloodlines looked as if their parents had died.

Their pre-event strategy—suppress the Moon Bloodline thoroughly—had been ruined by an outsider. Many gazes toward Chen Fan brimmed with hatred and killing intent.

And those gazes weren’t just from the members of the Sun and the Star bloodlines. Even the others, like the Mountain, River, Serene, and other bloodlines, had icy gazes.

He had single-handedly disrupted their carefully laid plans. The Moon Bloodline obtained two more seats in the Council of Elders, giving them the same amount of influence as the Star Bloodline. How were they supposed to suppress them in the future?

Perhaps the Moon Bloodline would rise up again from today onward?

The Grand Elder’s gaze also fell on Chen Fan, looking somewhat surprised.

Perhaps the heavens are unwilling to drive the Moon Bloodline to their end... Nangong Xuan said in his heart.

He did not belong to any bloodline. He was in a neutral position, and all his decisions were made for the development and growth of the Nangong Clan.

The Moon Bloodline had successfully freed themselves from the suppression; perhaps it was decided by the heavens. Even though it involved an outsider like Chen Fan, he chose to remain silent, letting the unfolding events dictate the fate of the bloodlines.

“Alright, this iteration of Bloodlines Martial Meet shall end here. The Moon Bloodline has taken a seat in the Council of Elders from both the Sun and the Star bloodlines. Nangong Ling, Nangong Tong, from today onward, your respective bloodlines will see a reduction in council seats. Nangong Baxiong, your Moon Bloodline will have two more. Correspondingly, the resources your Moon Bloodline receives will also increase...”

After saying many things, Nangong Xuan announced the end of the Bloodlines Martial Meet and left.

Chen Fan, surrounded and escorted by members of the Moon Bloodline, happily returned to their manor, preparing for a grand celebration.

Nangong Ling, Nangong Tong, and the others’ gazes stared fixedly at Chen Fan’s departing back with murderous intent.