Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 158 - 0155: This Is A Good-Natured Person

Chapter 158: Chapter 0155: This Is A Good-Natured Person

Qin Heng knew that if Lin Fan were here, he wouldn’t have any chance to showcase himself.

That guy was too cunning.

Fang Jiuzhen naturally recognized the Hundred Treasures Pouch. When he opened it and took a look inside, he was instantly stunned by its contents. He quickly closed the pouch, almost as if he thought he was mistaken.

Then, in disbelief, he opened it again.

Spirit Stones and Elixirs.

Don’t let his Golden Core Realm cultivation fool you—he was quite poor in reality.

How did his disciple manage to send back so many things? Where could he have stolen them from?

He immediately opened the letter.

"Master, due to certain reasons, I can’t return to the sect for now. Please accept these Spirit Stones and Elixirs. Once the time is right, I will come back."

Fang Jiuzhen’s hands trembled slightly as he held the letter.

He had already pieced everything together in his mind.

These things must have been stolen by his disciple while out in the world. But he had been discovered and was now on the run, being hunted down. To avoid implicating the sect, he had no choice but to remain in hiding.

Silently enduring danger out there.

Thinking about this, Fang Jiuzhen began to cry. Then, he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared from the spot—he had to go find his disciple.

...

After leaving the Taiwu Immortal Sect, Lin Fan traveled as fast as possible. His speed was extreme, reaching its full limit. For now, not being able to Sky Cross Void was a bit inconvenient, as he had to rely on his legs to travel everywhere.

He knew for sure that the Sect Leader would come out looking for him.

So, only by distancing himself from the Immortal Sect’s territory could he avoid being found.

A few days later.

At night, the outside was filled with howling winds and torrential rain pouring down heavily.

Lightning struck, occasionally hitting nearby trees.

The scene startled Lin Fan, who quickly sought shelter.

Afraid that bad luck might strike him down directly.

In the distance, there was an abandoned old house. Weathered by wind and rain, most of the structure had collapsed. Only one room remained standing precariously, but it was still enough to shield from the wind and rain.

Crackle! Pop!

Lin Fan started a fire, laying dry grass on the ground to keep warm and avoid the storm.

"This damned weather is delaying me," he muttered.

He planned to rush back to Jiangdu City at full speed—it wouldn’t take more than half a month.

Although the journey was far, his eagerness to return was undeniable.

He was planning to return triumphantly.

If wealth doesn’t return home, it’s like wearing fine clothes in the dead of night.

Even if he wanted to keep a low profile, it would depend on the circumstances.

As Lin Fan indulged in imagining the reactions of his underlings upon his return, a sound came from outside.

"There’s an old house here. Let’s hurry inside to avoid the rain."

"What’s with this weather? Why is the lightning so frequent? Could it be the wrath of the heavens, provoked by some demon’s misdeeds?"

Creak!

The decayed wooden door, which barely shielded against the elements, was pushed open, letting cold air rush in as rainwater slanted into the room.

The group who had just entered saw the firelight and Lin Fan sitting inside; instantly, they froze, too scared to step further into the room.

"If you’re coming in, hurry up. Leaving the door open with the wind and rain coming in—if you’re not cold, I sure as hell am," Lin Fan said, baffled by their behavior. "What’s wrong with these people? They see me inside and suddenly don’t dare come in. Do I look like a bad person or something?"

The group standing just inside the door lowered their breathing, walking cautiously and quietly into the room.

"Apologies."

"Forgive the intrusion."

They gathered in a corner, away from Lin Fan, wary of this stranger and avoiding getting too close.

Lin Fan observed the newcomers.

All Martial Artists, devoid of Mana. Their powerful Inner Strength suggested they were skilled practitioners.

Among them were a few elderly individuals.

With their white hair and aged appearances, they should’ve been enjoying peace at home. Yet here they were—interesting. Judging by their demeanor, they might be seeking Immortal opportunities.

The nearest location would be the Taiwu Immortal Sect. But even with Lin Fan traveling at his full speed for several days, these Martial Artists would likely take one to two months to cover the same distance.

Lin Fan wasn’t particularly interested in Martial Artists or curious about their origins.

Not only was Lin Fan sizing up the newcomers, but they were also assessing him.

He appeared young, but somehow carried an aura that was distinct from ordinary mortals—almost with a trace of Immortal-like refinement.

Of course.

They didn’t dwell too much on it; if he truly were an Immortal Master, why would he be staying in such a dilapidated place?

And so.

The two sides maintained an unspoken arrangement—each kept to themselves without interfering with the other.

Gradually.

The sound of the rain outside began to weaken.

But almost immediately after.

The wind outside intensified, and the rattling of the wooden door echoed through the room, accompanied by repeated banging sounds, as if someone were angrily smashing something just outside.

Instantly.

These Martial Artists lost their composure.

"What’s out there?"

Clang!

Clang!

Weapons were drawn.

They showed hints of panic, with some glancing at Lin Fan suspiciously, wondering if there was something off about him.

Lin Fan, who was in the midst of cultivation, attuning his heart and spirit, heard the commotion outside and knew there was trouble.

There was a faint demonic aura approaching.

Moreover, this aura was slightly different from the usual demons—it belonged to another type of demon creature.

Suddenly.

An elderly man gasped in shock and pointed at the window. "Look! There’s a shadow!"

Alarmed, everyone turned to look. On the window’s surface, a shadow was imprinted—it resembled a figure but was abnormally tall, with long arms and hair, clearly not a normal human.

The elder’s exclamation left everyone on edge.

Each of them grew increasingly wary, not daring to relax for even a moment.

Lin Fan contemplated—this seemed to be a Mountain Demon, a spirit haunting the wilderness and mountains, classified as one of the ghostly creatures.

Though it didn’t eat human flesh, it preferred consuming the Essence Blood of living beings.

Any living creature targeted by a Mountain Demon would have all its blood drained, leaving behind a lifeless, shriveled corpse. Worse still, such a corpse, tainted by the Mountain Demon’s aura, would become a mindless, mobile husk.

According to the Immortal Truth Record.

Mountain Demons were not particularly strong threats to cultivators.

However, it was said that once, a Mountain Demon drained the blood of a living being, transforming the victim into a husk—one that inexplicably advanced into a zombie through a fortunate encounter.

The zombie grew to high levels of power.

Ultimately, it required the intervention of mighty figures from a major Immortal Sect to bring it down.

In other words, one shouldn’t underestimate Mountain Demons—they could potentially create terrifying and sinister entities.

Bang!

The wooden door was smashed open from the outside.

A grotesque, terrifying creature emerged.

A Mountain Demon.

Towering in height, it had a human-like face, long arms, and a visage resembling aged pumpkin skin. Thick black fur covered its body, its sparse teeth visible in a sinister grin, while black demonic energy exuded from it like roaring flames.

"What is that..."

The Martial Artists trembled before the sight of the Mountain Demon, overwhelmed by fear. Even in encounters with demons, they had never felt this level of dread—the demon’s monstrous appearance was just too horrifying.

"Ah!"

One middle-aged Martial Artist swung his longsword. Having attained the Innate Realm, his Inner Strength was quite powerful. When his blade sliced toward the Mountain Demon, a flash of steel connected directly with the creature.

He grinned.

Thinking the creature wasn’t as intimidating as he had imagined.

But before he could bask in his success, he realized that his blade seemed to strike something immovable; the edge of his sword was even chipped.

The Mountain Demon roared, flailing its long arms. The man was knocked back, slamming into the wall, which split open as his body was flung outside.

"What is this thing? Why is it so terrifying?"

"Everyone, let’s fight it together!"

However, for these Martial Artists, deep fear clouded their hearts. Facing a creature impervious to weapons, none of them knew what to do.

As despair began settling in.

A voice rang out.

"Mountain Demon, making trouble late at night is one thing, but completely ignoring me? That’s going too far."

Lin Fan sat calmly, indifferent to the appearance of the Mountain Demon. To him, it was nothing more than an insignificant nuisance.

But to the Martial Artists, the Mountain Demon was an unbeatable boss.

The enraged Mountain Demon turned toward Lin Fan, its eyes revealing a flicker of hesitation.

Then.

Lin Fan extended his five fingers, and the Flying Smoke Spirit Sword hovered in his palm. The spiritual artifact’s energy radiated with such intensity that the Mountain Demon felt a mortal threat.

It wailed in fear.

Bolting toward the outside.

The Mountain Demon instantly recognized its opponent as a powerful cultivator—someone far beyond its ability to challenge.

"Slice!"

With those words.

The Flying Smoke Spirit Sword transformed into a swift beam of light, striking decisively before the Mountain Demon could escape.

Splurt!

The Mountain Demon’s head separated from its neck, slowly sliding down before hitting the ground. Its towering body crashed noisily to the floor.

Lin Fan remained impassive.

The Mountain Demon’s cultivation level held little significance.

But its drops were unexpected.

[You’ve gained 87 years of Mana.]

[You’ve acquired an Innate Divine Ability (Bronze Grade): Wandering Ghosts.]

[You’ve learned an Immortal Law: Earth Escape Technique.]

Sometimes, you just can’t underestimate the seemingly insignificant.

The Mountain Demon gave up all its valuables—now tell me, isn’t this delightful?

Lin Fan was rather pleased.

This felt like a lucky windfall.

[Wandering Ghosts (Bronze Grade): An Innate Divine Ability of the Mountain Demon, capable of controlling lonely ghosts.]

[Earth Escape Technique: Travel through the earth, covering a thousand miles in a day. The higher the grade of your Earth Spirit Root, the faster the speed.]

The Wandering Ghosts ability didn’t seem particularly useful.

But the Earth Escape Technique was ideal for solving his immediate problem.

The atmosphere in the room grew quiet.

With the Mountain Demon slain, its body transformed into an ordinary chunk of rock. Looking at the stone, it was hard to imagine this unassuming object was once a seemingly ferocious villain, which had now become a stepping stone on Lin Fan’s path to greater strength.

The Martial Artists, however, stared dumbfounded at Lin Fan.

Suddenly.

One of them dropped to his knees. "Please accept me as your apprentice, Immortal Master!"

They had all witnessed the events with their own eyes.

Too overpowering.

That sword—just one swift move, and the terrifying creature was decapitated. Such prowess was the hallmark of an Immortal.

One by one.

The Martial Artists fell to their knees, begging to be accepted as disciples.

All they wanted was to gain entry into the Immortal Sect.

Lin Fan glanced at them. "All of you should just go home. Without Spirit Roots, you’re unable to cultivate Immortality."

"Immortal Master, we have sincerity, we have determination," one of the Martial Artists pleaded.

Lin Fan didn’t even bother to reply.

If sincerity and determination alone could grant one the ability to cultivate Immortality, then Spirit Roots would serve no purpose at all. In such a case, those so-called prodigies would likely be trampled by countless others.

Seeing the late hour, Lin Fan decided not to waste any more time.

"I’ve said what I needed to say. Take care of yourselves."

With a swish.

Making use of what was now available.

The Earth Escape Technique’s terrifying speed commenced.