Capítulo 479: Chapter 479: I Believe in Miracles, and You Are That Miracle
Day after day, year after year.
In the blink of an eye, three years passed.
The neighbors in Lin Fan's dwelling had changed wave after wave. He never interacted with them, remaining a small, transparent presence. The disciples who moved into the sect rarely noticed this old senior whose figure was seldom seen.
During this time, a strange incident occurred near Lin Fan's residence.
A newly initiated disciple reached the Qi Refining Realm after only one month of cultivation, and then advanced to the True Essence Realm within two months, causing a great commotion.
That very day, an elder arrived and took him as a disciple, an exceptional promotion that stirred envy and jealousy among many other disciples.
Geniuses were always this popular.
The incident caused a great sensation within the sect. Reaching the True Essence Realm in just three months, from someone with no prior cultivation, was an astonishing speed, bordering on abnormal.
Even the highly talented Senior Brother had taken eight months to achieve the same feat.
Naturally, this became a topic of discussion within the sect.
However, for Lin Fan, these things were unimportant. He only wanted to read. How others fared had nothing to do with him. Still, he silently applauded the outstanding young man, praising him inwardly for his remarkable achievement.
As usual, he went to the Scripture Pavilion.
As usual, the old man on the second floor opened his eyes.
He glanced at Lin Fan lightly and sighed.
"A waste among wastes."
Like Lin Fan, the old man was a master of boredom. Since he started observing Lin Fan a few years ago, the old man would wait for his arrival every few days.
It wasn't that he held any expectations for Lin Fan.
Rather, he was curious to see when this waste would finally succeed in his cultivation. This anticipation continued until now, without the desired outcome.
Of course, the old man had suspected Lin Fan might have some ulterior motive.
He even observed him secretly.
But he was completely won over by Lin Fan's disciplined behavior. Every day, he read, then returned to exchange books, day after day, year after year. This perseverance deeply moved the old man.
He even felt a sense of regret.
Someone with such perseverance was actually a complete waste in cultivation. If he had even a little talent, his future achievements would be limitless.
Take the current Senior Brother of the sect, for example. After cultivating to the Terrestrial Immortal Realm, he relaxed, losing his former drive. The same was true for the genius disciple taken in by the elder.
Relying on his astonishing talent, cultivation was as easy as drinking water, so he had no demands on himself. He didn't focus his energy on cultivation.
Instead, he was locked in a fierce rivalry with the Senior Brother.
Relying on the elder's favor, the genius disciple repeatedly provoked the Senior Brother, only to be suppressed each time. He even uttered earth-shattering words:
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Just you wait."
The originally well-developing Qian Yuan Sect fell into a dispute between its genius disciples.
"Sigh!"
The old man sighed again, full of regret.
What a pity.
To have perseverance but no talent… the heavens have no eyes. If he had a little talent, he would have broken the rules and secretly taken him as a disciple, carefully guiding him, perhaps even creating a miracle.
At this moment, Lin Fan had chosen another book with illustrations. It was quite thick, and it would probably take him a while to finish it.
Walking along the sect's path, none of the passing disciples recognized Lin Fan.
In terms of seniority, Lin Fan, having spent several years in the Qian Yuan Sect, was considered a veteran among the ordinary disciples, a seasoned member.
"Wait."
A voice came from behind.
Lin Fan turned and saw an old man walking towards him.
"Hello," Lin Fan greeted with a smile.
The old man stroked his beard and smiled. "You're a polite young man. Do you know who I am?"
"I don't," Lin Fan shook his head.
He knew the other party was the old man from the second floor who had been observing him. However, since the other party asked if he knew who he was, he could only answer truthfully that he didn't.
The old man glanced at the book in Lin Fan's hand and said calmly, "The 'Qian Yuan Chronicles' is a very good book. It records how our Qian Yuan Sect grew from a sect of three to the behemoth it is today. I've been observing you for a long time. You come to borrow books every few days. Logically, with your diligent cultivation, you should have become an outer disciple long ago. Why haven't you succeeded in your cultivation yet? Can you tell me why you borrow so many books? What do you want to do?"
Lin Fan replied, "I enjoy reading, so I read a lot. I want to familiarize myself with all the books in the Scripture Pavilion."
The old man was stunned by Lin Fan's words. He had never heard anyone say they wanted to read all the books in the Scripture Pavilion. It was the first time in one or two hundred years.
The number of books in the Scripture Pavilion was vast.
Astonishingly so.
Even he, the keeper of the Scripture Pavilion, didn't know exactly how many books there were.
"A very ambitious goal," the old man said.
Lin Fan smiled. "It's not really a goal, I just want to read them all."
The old man was moved. He saw an unprecedented tenacity in Lin Fan's face. Suddenly, the old man's heart trembled, and a thought flashed through his mind.
Could it be that this young man already knew that his talent was extremely poor and his cultivation hopeless, so he wanted to read extensively, gain knowledge from these books, and finally integrate it to create a cultivation technique that didn't require talent?
It wasn't that he was being fanciful.
It was because he was an old man who believed in miracles.
Who hadn't been young? When he was young, he believed in miracles and always believed that perseverance was more important than talent. However, after meeting Lin Fan, he had come to a complete understanding.
Perseverance was indeed important.
But talent wasn't asking for too much, at least a little bit was necessary.
Otherwise, even getting started was a problem.
But now, he suddenly felt a sense of anticipation, hoping that Lin Fan could truly integrate all this knowledge and create a world-shaking cultivation technique.
In this short period, the old man's self-constructed narrative had gone beyond the sky. Lin Fan naturally didn't know what he was thinking, but he still faced him with a smile.
"Good, I believe in you. Because you are an ordinary disciple, and even if you become an outer disciple, you won't be able to enter the second floor, but I am very optimistic about you. Take this token, you can go to the second floor. I hope you can succeed."
The old man handed a token to Lin Fan.
He had no other intention.
He just wanted to help him in this way.
Lin Fan took the token and smiled. "Thank you."
However, he didn't need to go to the second floor for the time being. After all, there were already enough books on the first floor, and he didn't know when he would finish reading them. If someone else got such a token, they would probably jump for joy.
Being able to go to the second floor meant being able to borrow more advanced manuals.
Perhaps lucky people would always be lucky, no matter what they did.
The old man smiled and then turned and disappeared.
Back at his residence, just as Lin Fan was about to push the door open, a figure appeared behind him. "Hello, Senior Brother. My name is Wu Zhi. I just joined the sect."
The speaker was a young man, dressed in simple clothes, looking at Lin Fan shyly, seemingly a little nervous.
"Hello, my name is Lin Fan," Lin Fan said.
Wu Zhi asked, "Senior Brother, how long have you been in the sect?"
"For a while. How about you?"
"I just arrived. The Qian Yuan Sect is really big. I feel like if I went somewhere else, I wouldn't know how to get back."
Wu Zhi came from a poor family. By chance, he learned of the Qian Yuan Sect's existence and traveled thousands of miles over mountains and rivers, enduring all kinds of hardships, to finally arrive here. For him, perhaps this was a new beginning.
Lin Fan said, "Since you've just arrived, you can take a look around when you have time. And you can receive pills every month. They taste good, you'll like them."
"Thank you, Senior Brother, for telling me," Wu Zhi cupped his hands in gratitude. For him, having a senior brother willing to tell him these things upon entering the sect was enough to show that there were many friendly senior brothers in the Qian Yuan Sect.
Lin Fan said, "If there's nothing else, I'll go read. If you encounter anything you don't understand, you can ask others, they should be happy to tell you."
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Wu Zhi stood there, watching Lin Fan return to his room, and then turned to leave. This young man, who was meticulous in his manners, would rarely encounter difficulties with his friendly attitude.
Inside the room, Lin Fan was browsing the newly borrowed book, reading carefully and attentively. This book described the changes in the Qian Yuan Sect from its establishment to the recent decades.
It turned out that when the Qian Yuan Sect was first established, there were only three people. After thousands of years of development, it had become a behemoth, occupying an important position among the major sects.
It was from the third generation that the Qian Yuan Sect truly flourished.
The third generation Sect Master cultivated to the Great Emperor Realm, turning the world upside down, sweeping across the eight desolate lands and six directions, establishing a formidable reputation. He also integrated many sects into the Qian Yuan Sect, eventually developing it to its current state. At the peak of the sect's power, the third generation Sect Master ascended to a mysterious and unknown place, where no one could go, and no one knew what ultimately became of him.
He read on and on.
The sky had darkened.
Lin Fan lit an oil lamp and, wide awake, continued reading. This kind of book was much more interesting than those manuals, and the events recorded within were particularly captivating.
The night passed without incident.
Morning.
Lin Fan rubbed his eyes, got up, stretched, and pushed open the door, breathing in the fresh air. The morning air in the Qian Yuan Sect was fresh and slightly humid.
Then, he saw a ship slowly descending from the sky in the distance, landing in an unknown location far away.
"Wow, what an amazing thing."
Lin Fan had seen airplanes and spaceships, but he had never seen something like a water-borne ship flying in the sky. It was truly magical. Indeed, the world was vast and full of wonders.
After slowly taking a few breaths, he returned to his room, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and the image of his wife appeared in his mind, recalling the bit by bit they had together.
"Hee hee…"
Thinking of the amusing moments, a bright smile appeared on Lin Fan's face. He was truly happy.
As for Lao Zhang, Lin Fan had completely forgotten about him.
After an unknown amount of time…
Knock, knock!
A hurried knock came at the door.
"Open the door."
Lin Fan opened his eyes, got up, and opened the door. Seeing a stranger standing before him, he asked curiously:
"Who are you? What can I do for you?"
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