Chapter 162: The Prominent Guest Overwhelming the Host

Yang Fan’s pensive expression left Ba Shandao entirely at a loss.

A simple yes or no would suffice—why must you torture me so?

After a moment of contemplation, Ba Shandao continued, "Brother Yang, as long as you can take me to your world, name your conditions! As long as it is within my power, I will not haggle!" With that, Ba Shandao retrieved two porcelain bottles from his tunic and handed them to Yang Fan. "Brother Yang, during a gathering of the younger generation some years ago, I acquired these from the Blazing Sun Tribe. Inside are ten Blazing Sun Clear Vision Pills. Taking them benefits the meridians of the eyes. We all know that when spiritual power cannot leave the body, practitioners still rely heavily on visual observation in combat. I have hoarded these ten pills for years, reluctant to use them, but today I offer them to you as a token of our acquaintance. Regardless of whether you agree to my request or not, these ten pills are yours. I wish you a smooth path in your cultivation and soaring success in the martial way!" Without waiting for a reply, Ba Shandao directly pressed the two porcelain bottles into Yang Fan's arms!

Yang Fan clutched the ten Blazing Sun Clear Vision Pills that had been forcefully thrust upon him and nodded.

He had no other path left to walk. Rather than pinning all his hopes on the slender thread of goodwill or possibility from Bashan Mo, he might as well take the initiative.

Bashan Hong and the others possessed the cultivation of peak ninth-rank. Since they dared to act, they must have a certain probability of succeeding. In Yang Fan's view, they were merely being suppressed and still retained a chance at survival. However, to launch an outright rebellion meant certain death upon failure, while success offered uncertain prospects.

In Yang Fan's estimation, old foxes like Bashan Hong would not casually gamble with their lives; no one could afford to lose unless driven to the absolute brink.

The current situation was far from desperate, yet Bashan Hong and his companions intended to make a move, which suggested to Yang Fan that these people felt confident.

Moreover, he had already promised Bashan Hong to visit Bashan Mo in a few days. There was no turning back once the bow was drawn; having started, he would see it through to the end! Yang Fan did not trust Bashan Mo's character in the slightest—not even a hundred and twenty percent.

At the same time, however, Yang Fan did not entirely trust Bashan Hong, Bashan Hua, and the others either.

No one could predict what would happen once a long-suppressed race broke free of its shackles. Perhaps it would be an orderly evolution, or perhaps a frenzied celebration before utter destruction!

Neither outcome would benefit Yang Fan, so he had to ensure he could return to Earth alive.

There were still many unfinished matters awaiting him on Earth. When he was tricked by Li Tian into the ruins, he had left countless things undone.

And when he finally managed to contact his classmates within the ruins, before he could even muster up his courage, he was dispatched to this Kunlun Secret Realm.

...

Yang Fan tucked away the pills and said to Ba Shandao, "Since Brother Dao has put it this way, and we hit it off instantly as kindred spirits, now that we are sworn brothers, I will naturally help you with this small favor."

Overjoyed, Ba Shandao hurriedly responded, "Since Brother Yang has agreed, you must have a plan in mind, right? Do share it and set my anxious heart at ease!"

Yang Fan nodded, paced back to the chair, and sat down. Ba Shandao watched him return to the main hall with a slightly conflicted expression, but followed right behind him.

Looking at the awkward Ba Shandao, Yang Fan said, "Enough, Brother Dao. This courtyard has no defensive functions to speak of. If a powerful expert wanted to eavesdrop, we couldn't stop them anyway. It makes little difference where we speak!"

Ba Shandao nodded and sat down, fixing a burning gaze on Yang Fan, awaiting his answer.

"Since Brother Dao wishes to accompany me to Earth, I will explain to you how we shall go!" Yang Fan smiled faintly and continued, "If I return to Earth, I will inevitably travel alongside Patriarch Bashan Mo. I am afraid I won't be able to bring you along at that time." Before he even finished his sentence, Ba Shandao opened his mouth to speak, but Yang Fan quickly raised a hand. "Brother Dao, do not be agitated; listen to me finish." Ba Shandao forcefully swallowed the words back down, his face turning beet red—a sight Yang Fan found quite comical!

"Although you cannot cross over on the first trip, that is of no consequence. Once I am back on Earth, I am confident I can persuade high-level experts to come to the Kunlun Secret Realm to fetch you. When that time comes, whether Brother Dao leaves or stays will no longer be up to Bashan Mo to decide." At this, Yang Fan's demeanor became radiant and wildly arrogant. After striking a proper pose, he continued, "Do not think Bashan Mo is merely a tenth-rank Martial Emperor—true, a tenth-rank Martial Emperor is formidable. Even in our world, tenth-rank emperors are powerhouses, but before me, it is of no use... I am a disciple of the Shanghai Martial Arts Academy of China on Earth, and our academy has an eleventh-rank supreme master guarding it. Though I cannot reach an eleventh-rank ancestor, I do know several tenth-rank experts.

When the time comes, if Bashan Mo can leave, then our experts can enter. For me to request a favor and bring a young man back from a tribe would be effortless! I presume no one throughout the entire Kunlun Secret Realm would risk a conflict with an outsider martial artist over a member of the younger generation, especially when those outsiders are immensely powerful..." Yang Fan delivered this grand speech with glowing enthusiasm while keeping a close eye on Ba Shandao's reactions.

He watched as Ba Shandao's expression shifted constantly, alternating between elation and melancholy!

Inwardly, Yang Fan could only roar with laughter... Could this guy actually be believing it?

He himself was the type to kill without digging a grave; if he managed to fool someone into a lame state of gullibility, he couldn't be blamed!

Yet, in truth, he wasn't entirely deceiving him. As long as Bashan Mo managed to bring him out alive, he would indeed help resolve this hidden danger for him!

Yang Fan had already thought it through: he would assist Bashan Hong and the others. The best outcome would be for Bashan Hong's faction to successfully eliminate Bashan Mo. Should that happen, Ba Shandao wouldn't need to flee, rendering their current transaction void since Bashan Mo would be dead!

However, should Bashan Mo win and Bashan Hong's faction fail, he must thoroughly distance himself from all entanglements. At the very least, he needed to make Bashan Mo feel he was useful. After all, unlike Bashan Hong and the others, he was merely at the fourth rank; to a tenth-rank Bashan Mo, his life or death was utterly insignificant and made no difference. Even if Bashan Hong failed, Yang Fan believed he still stood a chance of survival.

As long as Bashan Mo escorted him out of the Kunlun Secret Realm, he would undoubtedly have his teacher execute this smiling tiger at the very first opportunity...

Given Earth's current environment and circumstances, the world could not tolerate the existence of someone like Bashan Mo.

Suddenly, Yang Fan thought of Kun Sha. Could a creature like Kun Sha survive on Earth? Would Li Tian and the others allow people from this Kunlun Secret Realm to smoothly break through to the eleventh rank?

After all, the significance of the eleventh rank was entirely different. Once they broke through to the eleventh rank—considering the number of tribes in the Kunlun Secret Realm, where almost all of the eighty-nine major clans possessed tenth-rank experts—although not everyone could advance to the eleventh rank, the accumulated pride of generations would surely yield a dozen or several dozen breakthroughs to the eleventh rank! With such a massive number, would they eventually bite the hand that fed them... That was hard to say!