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Chapter 1949 - 408: My Idol

"Are you betting so confidently on me?" The old crane man asked.

"It's not about betting, there's no need," Lin Yifan replied. "Even if senior takes junior along, if we obtain the Heart Moon Pearl, and senior wants it, then the Pearl won't be in junior's hands." Lin Yifan answered.

"You just said you're after the Heart Moon Pearl, and now you're saying it doesn't matter if I take it from you. Isn't this contradictory?" The old crane man questioned.

"I'm betting on senior's character. If senior is someone who is greedy, then junior accepts the loss." Lin Yifan responded.

"Everyone has greed, actually... I'm no exception!"

After saying that, the old crane man's expression hardened. He made a swift move to Lin Yifan, snatching the Immortal Ring from Lin Yifan's hand; then, with another swift move, returned to his seat. The entire process took only a second, even less than a second, with a speed that was unbelievable.

Lin Yifan was completely stunned, dropping his jaw in shock.

Such speed was something he had never seen before. If the old crane man attacked right now, he would have been dead already, wouldn't he?

At this moment, when he looked at the old crane man again, he felt a bit more reverence.

With the Immortal Ring in hand, the old crane man wanted to enter to search for the Beast Skin Map, but found himself blocked by an array that even he couldn't break.

Moreover, there was a very powerful Soul Seal on it; once a soul entered to investigate, being harmed was a minor issue, but being sealed or devoured was the major concern.

Such a high-level Space Ring was definitely not something cultivators in the World of All Things could possess, so he asked seriously: "Who exactly are you?"

Lin Yifan roughly guessed the problem the crane man encountered, so he answered frankly: "To be honest, junior is a cultivator from a high-level world down for training."

"What sect and school do you belong to? Who is your master?" The old crane man pursued.

"Senior has been secluded in the mountains for years; I'm afraid even if junior tells you, you wouldn't know, would you?"

"You don't need to be concerned about that. Just answer truthfully."

"Alright!"

Lin Yifan didn't waste words and immediately told his sect and master, to see if the other person was familiar: "Junior comes from the Seven-Colored Sect and is the youngest disciple under the Seven-Colored Immortal Emperor."

"The Seven-Colored Immortal Emperor!"

Upon hearing these four words, the old crane man looked shocked.

Because this was one of the Immortal Emperor figures he admired. He also quite liked the renowned chivalrous righteousness and decisive character of the Seven-Colored Immortal Emperor.

The young man before him, just in his twenties, was incredibly the disciple of his idol. It was a bit unbelievable.

He had so many questions he wanted to ask, so he started one by one: "Is the Immortal Emperor well?"

Lin Yifan felt that the old crane man should know the Seven-Colored Immortal Emperor, and if he used the Immortal Emperor as leverage, it should work. Thus, he answered somewhat deceptively: "He is doing well, just like senior."

"That's good, that's good!" The old crane man felt relieved; he wasn't hoping for any misfortunes for his idol, as he still hoped to visit him sometime.

However, he wondered if perhaps he was overly excited, since this was only Lin Yifan's word. Thus he questioned: "What proof do you have to show you are the disciple of the Seven-Colored Immortal Emperor?"

Clever people always approach things with skepticism.

Although Lin Yifan felt this was a bit troublesome, it was still a legitimate pursuit of truth, so he presented evidence to prove it.

As the Seven-Colored Immortal Sword appeared in the air before the old crane man, he could no longer suppress his astonished feelings.

Taking a serious look, he examined it and realized that the craftsmanship of the sword indeed reached the Immortal Emperor level; it was an Immortal Emperor's weapon.

The Seven-Colored Immortal Sword was the Life-bound Weapon of the Seven-Colored Immortal Emperor, so he was utterly convinced of this young man's identity and apologized: "Little brother, earlier I was reckless. Please don't take offense."

"No problem, greed is human nature." Lin Yifan, gracious yet somewhat sarcastic, clearly unable to swallow the unkind treatment he received earlier.

The old crane man felt a tinge of bitterness and then explained: "This isn't about greed, just a jest with the little brother."

"Alright, whether true or false, I don't want to pursue it. But since senior knows junior's master, could you please, on behalf of junior's master, take junior to Snow Moon Mountain?"

"No problem, but when this is over, could the little brother deliver some letters to the Seven-Colored Immortal Emperor for me? I really want the Immortal Emperor to give me some guidance." The old crane man asked.

"No problem."

Lin Yifan agreed readily and cheerfully.

The old crane man was slightly taken aback.

He never imagined that he would be so close to his idol, thinking he might never meet him in this lifetime.

Lin Yifan came at just the right time, and the old crane man really liked this young fellow.

He returned the Immortal Ring to Lin Yifan and then took him away from the wooden house, heading to Snow Moon Mountain.

Snow Moon Mountain was a perilous place; he kept the specific location from Lin Yifan out of concern for Lin Yifan's safety.

To go to Snow Moon Mountain, he needed a certain item. Without it, no matter how high his mana was, he couldn't make it.

This item was in the hands of an old friend, and he had no choice but to seek out that friend.

After several hours of traveling, they arrived at the Imperial Palace of Beitun Kingdom.

Here, Lin Yifan encountered Princess Qingyan, whom he seriously injured a few days prior; truly an ill-timed meeting.

Princess Qingyan hadn't expected Lin Yifan to be in Beitun Kingdom, let alone here in the Imperial Palace, almost as if a cooked duck flew into her net.

"Emperor, this is the villain who stole the treasures of Beichuan Immortal's Cave Mansion. Please apprehend him quickly and have him executed by dismemberment."

Princess Qingyan was lobbying the sixteen northern kingdoms to issue a bounty for Lin Yifan. Having come to Beitun Kingdom, she hadn't expected to find this thief here; truly a stroke of luck.

"Wretched girl, too vicious, aren't you? Blame me for your lack of ability?" Lin Yifan retorted angrily.

Encountering this wretched girl was truly bad luck across multiple lifetimes; he felt utterly uninterested.

"If you hadn't cheated, do you think I would lose any slower than you?" Princess Qingyan argued, unable to swallow her own grievance.

"Then let's have a contest and see whose array-crafting skills are superior?"

"Let's do it! Who's afraid of whom?"

The old crane man and the Emperor of Beitun Kingdom hadn't even had a chance to speak before those two started bickering, leaving them bewildered.

Clearly, the two were acquainted, and enemies too, making this rather difficult.

The old crane man had already guessed that Lin Yifan had stolen the possessions of the Beichuan Immortal.

But he remembered the Beichuan Immortal's Cave Mansion seemed to have a Curse Formation. How did this young man avoid the curse's attack and break the formation?

He was very curious.