Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1272 - 1270: Self-Doubt!

The word "courage".

It’s easy to say with just a touch of the lips.

But once you try to act on it, it’s incredibly difficult.

Accomplishing these two words is far from easy, so even someone as extraordinary as Lin Fan will have moments of doubt.

Because.

There are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people.

Perhaps Lin Fan is a genius on the Sumeru Continent, but in the Five Elements Realm, he’s probably just an insignificant ant.

The three-day duel with the boy in white will decide his life and death.

Time within the Mystic Iron Mountain is different from outside.

So Lin Fan still has plenty of time to squander here.

For the first week, he did nothing but hold Divine Phoenix tightly from dawn to dusk, enjoying moments of tranquility, without thinking about the chaos outside.

This was the happiest time for Divine Phoenix.

Nothing was more joyful than being with Lin Fan.

After a week.

Divine Phoenix suddenly changed in demeanor, standing before Lin Fan and coldly saying, "Lin Fan, you can’t waste time anymore. Even though there are two years in Mystic Iron Mountain, you must remember there’s only three days outside. You need a sense of urgency and can’t keep being so carefree."

Lin Fan nodded and drew the Xuanyuan Sword.

Golden light burst forth, and the chaotic sky seemed to feel the might of the Xuanyuan Sword, starting to churn and roll.

The atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly changed.

Heavy.

Cold.

Majestic.

Solemn.

And so, with Divine Phoenix accompanying him, Lin Fan embarked on the path of advancement.

Day after day, he practiced with the Xuanyuan Sword.

Every part of the Mystic Iron Mountain could see Lin Fan’s ubiquitous figure.

Slashing, chopping, stabbing, thrusting...

Every day, Lin Fan was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled from the water.

He repeated this monotonous routine for two whole years.

Divine Phoenix remained by Lin Fan’s side, never leaving.

However.

Even with Divine Phoenix’s help and the Gathering Spirit Array, Lin Fan still couldn’t break through the barrier of the Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.

The cultivation realm of the Ancient Supreme was so close, yet utterly out of reach.

"Damn it!"

Two years later in Mystic Iron Mountain.

Lin Fan remained stuck at the Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, unable to make further progress.

As the three-day agreement with the boy in white was about to arrive, Lin Fan’s heart grew more anxious, and his temper became increasingly volatile.

One day.

While practicing swordplay, an impulsive urge suddenly surged within him.

He fiercely stabbed the Xuanyuan Sword into the ground.

BOOM!

The ground split into a huge crack as if struck by a magnitude 30 earthquake, shaking the entire mountain and seeming to turn the world upside down.

The power unleashed by the Xuanyuan Sword was enough to throw the entire Sumeru Continent into crisis.

But fortunately, this was Mystic Iron Mountain, with only Divine Phoenix and Lin Fan present.

"What’s wrong?"

Feeling the earth shake, Divine Phoenix rushed over hurriedly.

Lin Fan was kneeling on one knee, gripping the hilt with a trembling hand, his eyes vacant yet glinting coldly, staring fiercely into the distance, silently gazing at the chaotic and void sky.

He seemed soulless, unmoving, not responding to Divine Phoenix’s words.

Divine Phoenix furrowed her willow-like eyebrows, her starry eyes flickered, she walked over slowly, placing a gentle hand on Lin Fan’s shoulder, resting her head lightly on it.

"Lin Fan, what’s wrong?"

"I can’t do it."

After a long while, Lin Fan slowly uttered three words, gritting his teeth, with an even fiercer light in his eyes.

Divine Phoenix quickly reached out to cover Lin Fan’s mouth.

"You are Lin Fan, you are my man, you can’t speak such discouraging words. If even you can’t, who else in this world can? You mustn’t belittle yourself or doubt yourself. Just believe that you are Lin Fan."

She comforted him softly, hoping it would calm Lin Fan’s agitated heart.

However.

She heard Lin Fan’s heartbeat.

Thump thump!

Thump thump!

It was shaking violently!

Divine Phoenix was stunned, raising her head in surprise.

Just as Lin Fan turned to face her with eyes cold as frost.

"Just because I’m Lin Fan, does that mean I can?"

He retorted. Each word seemed to be spat out with near-despairing tremors after being chewed in his mouth.

If Divine Phoenix had told him this two years ago, he might have accepted it and still had confidence.

But two years later, he remained in the same spot, not advancing an inch.

Moreover.

The three-day duel was fast approaching, and after so much effort, there was no apparent result. With danger looming, anyone would be anxious.

Lin Fan was no exception.

Remaining stagnant is even more helpless and frustrating than regressing.

This doesn’t mean you aren’t trying, but it doesn’t mean you are making progress either.

Lin Fan suddenly felt.

In two years, he accomplished nothing, something he never imagined could happen.

It was like entering a bottleneck period, unable to break through the thin veil despite his efforts.

Sometimes he felt the cultivation of the Ancient Supreme was right before him, sometimes it felt impossibly distant.

Lin Fan spoke, lowering his head, his hand gradually loosening from the Xuanyuan Sword’s hilt.

Suddenly.

A warm hand grasped Lin Fan’s hand firmly, keeping it on the hilt, not allowing it to let go.

Lin Fan was startled.

"Divine Phoenix?"

"You are Lin Fan, you absolutely cannot let go of the Xuanyuan Sword."

Looking into Divine Phoenix’s flowing eyes, Lin Fan felt a slight warmth in his heart. Yet, an unknown fury instantly swept over him.

He abruptly withdrew his hand, his eye corners twitching fiercely.

He staggered back two steps, sat on the ground, eyes wide open, with a complex and bizarre expression.

"I can’t do it, I really can’t..."

Lin Fan muttered to himself, continuously retreating, hollow-eyed as he gazed ahead, pupils suddenly contracting, no longer seeing Divine Phoenix’s shadow.

"Only half a year’s time until the three-day duel. I’ve done nothing, still a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor, there’s no way to overcome such a gap."

"I’m not afraid to die, even knowing I will, I won’t fear. But, behind me are Mo Ningxiang, millions of Xuan Clan people, and even the entire Sumeru Continent. If I lose, if I die, what will happen to them?"

Lin Fan fell into severe self-doubt, a situation he had never encountered before.

Divine Phoenix looked at Lin Fan’s expression, eyes full of heartache, yet unsure what to say.

"Little Fan Fan."

Emperor Jade also realized something was wrong and hurriedly jumped out, trying to stabilize Lin Fan’s emotions.

But it was too late.

Just as Emperor Jade was about to speak, Lin Fan decisively cut off his divine sense.

After an outburst, he just wanted peace.

His eyes emptied, anger, ferocity, confusion, and fear all vanished, leaving only emptiness and indifference.

Suddenly.

He suddenly stood up, without a word, striding away.

"Lin Fan, where are you going?!"

Divine Phoenix urgently stood up, shouting.

But Lin Fan didn’t respond, still walking forward on his own, without turning back or saying a word.

Even Divine Phoenix was utterly angered by Lin Fan’s attitude.

Is this still the Lin Fan she knew?

Absolutely not!

Boom!

Divine Phoenix suddenly spread her enormous crimson wings, over ten meters long, creating a whirlwind with each flap.

She descended above Lin Fan, gazing at him coldly like a deity.

"You can’t run away!"