Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 157 - 0154: You Figure It Out Yourself

Chapter 157: Chapter 0154: You Figure It Out Yourself

Huang Daoquan waited anxiously.

Seeing Lin Fan emerge, he immediately rushed forward to inquire. The sight of Lin Fan simply sighing and shaking his head was merciless, leaving Huang Daoquan utterly hopeless.

"There’s no saving them." Lin Fan said.

Huang Daoquan stood frozen in place, dazed, unable to believe it. His junior brothers had been lively and full of energy when they left, and now they were separated by life and death.

"You bastards from the Taiwu Immortal Sect!" Huang Daoquan roared, lunging at the supervising disciple to fight him. "Even if your Taiwu Immortal Sect is powerful, you can’t treat my junior brothers like they aren’t even human!"

The supervising disciple evaded Huang Daoquan’s attack.

If it weren’t for Lin Fan’s presence, he would have directly subdued Huang Daoquan on the spot. A mere small sect’s disciple daring to act out like this—he could exterminate the entire sect without any consequences.

"You’re crossing the line. If you go too far, I’ll deal with you." The supervising disciple snarled, his anger flaring. Even docile people have limited patience, let alone him. A mere disciple from a lowly sect daring to lay hands on a Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple was simply courting death.

But at this moment—

Lin Fan remarked leisurely, "Your responsibility is grave. Do you even understand the pain of losing one’s junior brothers? Why don’t you just stand there and let him hit you for a bit."

The supervising disciple’s eyes widened. Was that even something a human would say?

He had no choice.

When a big figure spoke, what could he do? He could only stand there and accept the beating.

Huang Daoquan let out a howl, his emotions overwhelming him as he charged at the supervising disciple. The disciple closed his eyes slightly, resigning himself—since that’s how it was going to be, he would endure it.

But things took a turn.

When Huang Daoquan reached the supervising disciple, he didn’t actually hit him. Instead, he knelt to the ground in frustration, hammering the earth with his fists, venting his deep-seated resentment.

He dared not hit.

He was afraid of bringing trouble upon his sect.

The opposing party was a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect. Dealing with the Heavenly Talisman Sect would be child’s play for them. He couldn’t afford to let his anger drag his sect into the abyss.

The supervising disciple breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Huang Daoquan’s fear-filled demeanor, a trace of contempt appeared on his face, and he backed away to the side.

I let you hit me, but you couldn’t even do it. Who can you blame?

Lin Fan comforted Huang Daoquan. The dead are gone, and the living must remain strong. There’s no point in grieving excessively; what good does drowning in sorrow achieve?

Of course, Lin Fan hadn’t expected Huang Daoquan to hold back either.

It seemed disciples of smaller sects lacked confidence, always afraid of consequences beyond their control.

Alas!

He did seem pitiful.

Seething with rage, Huang Daoquan ran off, not even acknowledging Lin Fan. His mind was consumed by thoughts of his tragically deceased junior brothers. He left, unwilling and afraid.

"I’m just a useless person." Huang Daoquan muttered.

Lin Fan wanted to call out for him to wait.

But after some thought, he let it go.

What was the point of staying? What was left to say?

Leaving this sorrowful place to heal properly might help him come to terms with everything—it was not impossible.

The supervising disciple sneered at Huang Daoquan’s retreating figure. Then, his expression shifted solemnly, and he cupped his fist, saying, "I still don’t know Senior Brother’s name."

Lin Fan replied, "There’s no need for you to know my name. The Spirit Vein explosion—Ye Zhen Tian should be on his way by now. When he arrives, tell him I already know about this, and see how he plans on handling it."

The supervising disciple didn’t fully understand Lin Fan’s words but committed them to memory nonetheless.

The Spirit Vein explosion was a serious matter, and with the array previously set up by Senior Brother now damaged, Senior Brother Ye had likely already sensed this event. Who knew—he might even be on his way at this moment.

"I’m leaving." Lin Fan departed gracefully, as if leaving not even a wisp of cloud behind. To the supervising disciple, he was still perplexed, unable to discern Lin Fan’s true identity despite showing him respectful submission solely based on the Flying Smoke Spirit Sword.

After Lin Fan left, the supervising disciple suddenly felt a pang of fear.

Was he being overly cautious?

He hadn’t even figured out who the person was, yet he’d treated this stranger with such reverence.

The supervising disciple glanced around at the scene. Many disciples from smaller sects had fled—after the Spirit Vein explosion, how could they dare remain? Staying longer might doom them to a far worse fate.

A few days later.

Ye Zhen Tian descended from the heavens, visibly distressed. When the Spirit Vein exploded, he felt a sharp resonance in his soul, nearly vomiting blood on the spot. The Spirit Vein was something he valued above all else.

"Greetings, Senior Brother," the supervising disciple greeted reverently.

During these past days, he’d been overwhelmed by arranging for other disciples to enter the Spirit Vein Cave and clean up the wreckage. Meanwhile, his heart was filled with fear—what would he do if Senior Brother blamed him?

Ye Zhen Tian asked coldly, "What is the status of the Spirit Vein?"

"Senior Brother, the explosion affected only the front part of the Spirit Vein. According to the disciples’ investigation, the source of the Spirit Vein remains intact," the supervising disciple reported.

He sighed in relief.

If the entire Spirit Vein had been destroyed, Senior Brother Ye might have killed him outright.

Ye Zhen Tian’s face remained grim. While the intact source was good news, the destruction caused by the explosion was still a heavy loss. Painful—bitterly painful.

"Senior Brother, before your arrival, a sect elder came here," the supervising disciple said.

"Who?"

Ye Zhen Tian’s heart sank with foreboding. For someone to come here at such a critical time certainly didn’t bode well.

"I don’t know who he was. He didn’t tell me his name, but he had your Flying Smoke Spirit Sword. He asked me to inform you that he is already aware of the Spirit Vein explosion and wants to know how you plan to resolve it." The supervising disciple explained.

He immediately noticed a dramatic shift in Ye Zhen Tian’s expression.

It was ugly.

Like he’d encountered some great disaster.

"How many died?" Ye Zhen Tian asked.

"Senior Brother, the casualties were heavy—eighteen in total. But they were all from smaller sects. Our Taiwu Immortal Sect disciples didn’t enter the mining area, so none of them perished," the supervising disciple replied.

He could tell from Ye Zhen Tian’s expression that Senior Brother knew who this person was and, seemingly, even feared them.

It was a pity.

The supervising disciple didn’t know that the revered Senior Brother Ye was now feeling a deep despair.

Ye Zhen Tian hadn’t expected Lin Fan to appear at the Spirit Vein location.

And now, with so many deaths, things were even more complicated.

In the past, no matter how high the death toll, it was a small matter. With his strength and status, he could easily suppress such matters.

But Lin Fan was despicable and cunning, with a penchant for reporting people.

Worst of all, his mother was the Supreme Elder and overseer of the Punishment Hall. If Lin Fan reported this, Ye Zhen Tian’s life would turn unbearable, and he might even have to surrender control of the Spirit Vein.

Ye Zhen Tian suddenly remembered something.

He hurried into the depths of the Spirit Vein.

All the way to its innermost chamber.

He felt the dense Spiritual Energy surrounding him.

And then—

He sensed something unmistakable.

"Innate Spirit Vein Crystal—this can’t be wrong. This Third Grade Spirit Vein had an Innate Spirit Vein Crystal. Damn it!"

Ye Zhen Tian nearly vomited blood.

He was well-versed in such rare treasures, having seen one before in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Its price was exorbitant—he couldn’t even afford it if he sold himself.

He had memorized the aura of the crystal back then.

Now, standing here.

The unmistakable yet fading smell in the air—this was definitely the scent of the Spirit Vein Crystal.

"Lin Fan, you and I are irreconcilable enemies!" Ye Zhen Tian’s fists clenched tightly, his fingertips almost digging into his flesh. He realized the extent of his loss; the entire Spirit Vein couldn’t match even a fraction of the crystal’s value.

What infuriated Ye Zhen Tian even more was—

This damned guy was clearly trying to extort him.

The message was obvious.

Negotiate properly with me, or I’ll report you and ruin you.

Ye Zhen Tian had never felt such murderous intent toward anyone.

But Lin Fan was the one person he wanted dead the most.

Nine Heavens Immortal Sect.

"He has returned."

Lin Fan gazed at the Sect that had never been truly glorious and sighed deeply. Joining the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect and taking a master had both been his willing choices. How could he, after seeing their poor development now, turn his back on them?

Others might do so.

But Lin Fan was not that kind of person.

Given the current situation, however, he feared he couldn’t provide a proper explanation.

Forget the cultivation level—from being rootless to suddenly reaching the Immortal Triple Realm’s Three Gods stage was already a miracle beyond explanation.

More incredibly—

He had become a Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple, recognized their Sect Leader’s Senior Sister as his mother, and was decked out in a premium Dao Armor set.

Dear Master, even if you hammered at it for a lifetime, you wouldn’t leave a mark.

Isn’t this awkward?

At the mountain gate.

"Wang Han," Lin Fan called out.

The gatekeeper, Wang Han, was startled to hear the voice. Seeing Lin Fan, he exclaimed in disbelief, "Lin Fan, you’ve finally returned! You don’t know how much the Sect Leader searched for you after you left. He couldn’t find you and thought you’d died outside."

"Come, quickly let me take you to see the Sect Leader. He’ll be so happy to see you!" Wang Han said.

Lin Fan replied, "Hold on. I need you to do something for me. Can you help me with this?"

"What is it?" Wang Han asked.

Lin Fan handed over his Hundred Treasures Pouch filled with Spirit Stones and Elixirs, along with a letter. "Take this and give it to the Sect Leader. Once he reads it, he’ll understand."

The Elixirs were useless to him—unless they were ones that enhanced mana.

The Spirit Stones were unnecessary; the Innate Spirit Vein Crystal was more than sufficient.

The rest held little importance.

Wang Han took the items, "Why don’t you give them to the Sect Leader yourself?"

"It’s inconvenient for me. I have other matters to attend to. Quickly deliver them; I’ll be heading off now," Lin Fan instructed, then vanished towards the bottom of the mountain. Returning to the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect made things too awkward for him, especially if the Sect Leader thought he had joined the Taiwu Immortal Sect out of dissatisfaction with his original sect.

So, some things were better left delayed.

Wang Han wanted to say more, but Lin Fan had disappeared too quickly. In a blink, he was gone. Wang Han stared at the Hundred Treasures Pouch and letter in his hand, perplexed, but resolved to deliver them to the Sect Leader.

At this moment—

Inside the Sect Leader’s residence.

Since Lin Fan had left the Taiwu Immortal Sect, Qin Heng had been feeling invincible. When it came to flattering, he believed himself unbeatable, without a single worthy opponent.

"Sect Leader, recently I’ve been feeling that my cultivation is growing stronger. Could this mean I’m about to unlock my potential?" Qin Heng asked.

The Sect Leader, though inwardly resigned, didn’t have the heart to shatter Qin Heng’s unwavering delusions—the only disciple within the sect unaware of reality.

"Oh? It’s quite possible. Do you feel anything in particular?" the Sect Leader asked.

Qin Heng became animated, "Sect Leader, you wouldn’t believe it—after my cultivation sessions, every night as I fall asleep, I feel a burst of fire inside me as if I’ve been tossed into a furnace. The next morning, I’m fully energized, my body feels weightless."

Fang Jiuzhen wanted desperately to tell him: What you’re experiencing is the result of needing... release after suppressing desires for far too long. The fire inside is just kidney yang failure.

"Sect Leader, Sect Leader..." Wang Han rushed in, handing over the Hundred Treasures Pouch and letter to the Sect Leader. "Lin Fan just returned. He gave me these to pass on to you, then swiftly left again."

Qin Heng was astonished upon hearing this.

The rival had returned?

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