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Chapter 174 - 0171: What is this Silly Goose Doing?

Chapter 174: Chapter 0171: What is this Silly Goose Doing?

This man is a True Disciple of the Supreme Yang Immortal Sect, Yang Kun.

His mana is exceptionally abundant, and he practices the Supreme Yang Immortal Technique of the Supreme Yang Immortal Sect. His entire cultivation burns as fiercely as the blazing sun. Moreover, Yang Kun has a harem of wives and concubines. Just from his name, you can guess why he needs so many of them.

"Yang Kun, stop running your mouth in front of us. Didn’t you also say the inheritance would be yours? Did you get it?" Another man, annoyed by Yang Kun’s attitude, retorted sharply, giving him no face.

Their cultivation levels weren’t that different; why bother giving him face?

If you act all high and mighty, I’ll slap your face terribly and spit on it too.

Yang Kun snapped, "Jin Shishan, are you really looking for a fight with me?"

"Hahaha, a fight? Do I even need to try to fight someone like you? Don’t be ridiculous, you damn green-shelled turtle." Jin Shishan, also a True Disciple from a major sect, wasn’t intimidated in the slightest.

"What did you say?!" Yang Kun’s expression immediately turned grim.

It’s one thing to throw punches, but another to hit below the belt while insulting someone.

But Jin Shishan didn’t care one bit about his dignity, he was even ready to expose his deepest shame.

Everyone around burst into laughter. Some already knew about Yang Kun’s past, which had caused quite the stir back then. Others, unclear on the matter, quietly asked the people beside them for an explanation.

"What? You don’t want people to talk about something that’s already happened? A green-shelled turtle is exactly what you are! One of your concubines cozied up to you while secretly raising a fellow disciple in your sect. In the end, the concubine died, yet you still have no idea who that man was! I’d reckon the guy might still be cultivating in silence somewhere, planning the day he kills you." Jin Shishan laughed as he spoke.

He couldn’t stand how pretentious Yang Kun always acted. He had been like this decades ago, and he was still putting up the same act. Who was he even performing for?

"Bastard!"

Completely provoked, Yang Kun struck out. A massive seal shot up into the sky, smashing toward Jin Shishan with great force.

"Hmph, think I’m afraid of you?" Jin Shishan roared and countered with a punch. His imposing mana surged like a roaring river and crashed fiercely against the glowing seal.

With a deafening boom, waves of energy rippled outward in all directions.

The two of them staggered back several steps.

"Yang Kun, do you think everyone is afraid of you? If it’s a fight you want, I’ll see it through to the end!" Jin Shishan had long wanted to battle it out with Yang Kun.

Lin Fan had just arrived on the scene.

Before he could even get his bearings, the shouting match escalated into a full-blown fight.

Green-shelled turtle?

He didn’t even need to understand the full details.

"Wow! You’re really pushing it, aren’t you?" Lin Fan jumped out, pointing at Jin Shishan as he spoke.

Jin Shishan glanced at this unfamiliar figure who suddenly chimed in, pointing fingers and accusing him of wrongdoing. A bit annoyed, he barked, "And who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that?"

Yang Kun, seeing someone step in to speak up for him, felt slightly better, though he was still seething with rage toward Jin Shishan.

"Never mind who I am. Let’s talk about what just happened. You actually called him a green-shelled turtle? Don’t you think you’ve crossed a line? Aren’t there rules about not hitting someone’s weak spot when insulting them?"

"Look at this fellow cultivator here. He’s already upset enough—devastated, even."

"If this were a matter of true love and he got cheated on, you might say he wasn’t attentive enough. But in this case? From the start, this man was being two-timed by a woman who wore a mask of love while only caring about exploiting him to benefit another man."

"Think about it: isn’t that pitiful? The poor guy could have an entire flock of sheep grazing on his head by now."

"Hearing about it makes my heart ache, and I can see tears in others’ eyes as well."

Lin Fan’s exaggeratedly sincere words had the surrounding crowd nodding in agreement. While they may have disliked Yang Kun, they felt that repeatedly poking at this wound was going too far.

In the beginning, Yang Kun felt somewhat favorable toward Lin Fan. But as he listened further, he realized something wasn’t right.

What exactly did this guy mean?

Every other word was about that damn "green hat!"

Just as Yang Kun opened his mouth to reprimand Lin Fan, Lin Fan cut him off.

"And you! Where’s your backbone? He called you a green-shelled turtle, a humiliation of the highest order, and all you did was throw a half-hearted punch?"

"If it were me, I’d fight him to the death, no questions asked."

"Even mortals know to fight for their pride. Yet a cultivator like you doesn’t seem to grasp that concept?"

"Here’s my suggestion: the two of you should settle this with a duel to the death. A man’s dignity is worth that much. Plus, with so many people watching, if you chicken out, the nickname ’green-shelled turtle’ will stick forever."

To Lin Fan, everything he said seemed perfectly reasonable. Logically, both men should’ve understood his words. According to how these things usually played out, the two hot-headed men would now turn on him and try to kill him.

And that’s precisely what he wanted—an excuse for self-defense.

"If you both want to kill me, you can’t possibly expect me not to resist, right?"

"Fine, then! If we’re fighting, I’ll begin by cutting down this nameless brat!" Yang Kun, driven mad with rage, felt utterly humiliated by Lin Fan’s needling. Moreover, he sensed that Lin Fan was fueling their discord for his own amusement. How could he let him get away with that?

Jin Shishan had similar thoughts.

Did this guy really think they were idiots?

His provocation was so obvious, almost laughable. He clearly wanted them to fight each other.

The onlookers were all astonished.

"Who is this guy? He’s insane! With just a few lines, he’s managed to offend both!"

"No clue. Never seen him before."

"Whoever he is, he’s definitely unlucky."

And at that moment—

"What’s going on? What do you two think you’re doing to a Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple?" Ye Donglai stepped in to intervene. He then added, "Brother Lin, don’t worry. Nothing will happen. We, the Taiwu Immortal Sect, are all here. What can they possibly do?"

Yang Kun and Jin Shishan froze for a moment.

They hadn’t expected him to be part of the Taiwu Immortal Sect.

And judging by Ye Donglai’s attitude, he seemed eager to curry favor with him.

What kind of background does this guy have?

Ye Donglai scolded them, "Take your fight elsewhere! How dare you show such disrespect to my Brother Lin! If you persist, not even your sect leaders will be able to protect you."

"Ye Donglai, what’s the meaning of this?" Yang Kun asked coldly.

"Exactly as I said. My Brother Lin isn’t someone you can afford to provoke." Ye Donglai responded without hesitation.

Ye Zhen Tian narrowed his eyes at this turn of events, grumbling inwardly at Ye Donglai’s shameless fence-sitting.

He had been gleefully watching Yang Kun and Jin Shishan clash with Lin Fan.

With any luck, he wouldn’t even need to lift a finger—someone else would take care of Lin Fan for him.

But Ye Donglai had to ruin his plans by stepping in.

Lin Fan, on the verge of a fit, was ready to explode at Ye Donglai for interfering. "Damn you," he cursed inwardly. "Why’d you jump in to mess this up? I came to this secret realm precisely to stir up trouble and score some loot!"

Finally, after working hard to bait two irascible idiots into fighting, here came Ye Donglai to ruin the moment. "Thanks for nothing, seriously," Lin Fan thought bitterly.

Others, curious about Ye Donglai’s actions, started whispering among themselves.

They recognized Ye Donglai.

For him to speak so highly of Lin Fan—what kind of status could he possibly have?

Anyway, they’d never seen him before.

Perhaps... The offspring of some big shot from the Taiwu Immortal Sect?

Lin Fan wanted to tell the two hotheads, "Ignore him. If you want to fight me, just go ahead. I won’t hold it against you later."

But he never got the chance.

Instead, a massive rush of disciples darted toward the entrance as the portal suddenly lit up. The ultimate secret realm had opened, and whoever entered first would claim the best opportunities.

"The portal’s open—let’s go!"

Swish!

Swish!

One after another, the True Disciples dashed into the portal.

Even Yang Kun and Jin Shishan, despite their grievances, shot Lin Fan a glare before diving in.

Lin Fan wasn’t in a rush. Feeling a bit exasperated, he muttered inwardly, "Can’t I get some kind of reward first?"

Right then, Meng Qingyao passed by, leaving behind a faint remark:

"Better to err on the side of caution."

Her meaning was clear.

They had all come seeking fortune; it was best to keep a low profile.

Lin Fan chuckled wryly. "I’d love to be low-key," he thought, "but conditions just won’t allow it."

At last, he followed everyone else into the portal.

The secret realm, established by a powerful figure, wouldn’t force them to leave too hastily. Surely, there would be ample time to explore.

When Lin Fan arrived on the other side—

He saw a towering Stone Demon, dozens of meters tall, being utterly smashed to pieces by a group of True Disciples.

This Stone Demon’s cultivation wasn’t weak; it had reached the Golden Core Realm.

The disciples swarmed the remains, hunting for valuable treasures. Soon, a man stood over the others triumphantly, declaring, "Sorry, everyone. This Stone Crystal is mine."

In his hand, he held a crystalized stone filled with intense immortal energy.

It was clearly formed from the lingering immortal energy of the figure who had died here.

The crowd grumbled in frustration but said nothing. The rule was simple: finders keepers. Complaints wouldn’t change the outcome.

"Let’s move!"

Quickly—

The swarm of disciples, like a plague of locusts, charged deeper into the secret realm.

The environment beyond the portal was maze-like. Presently, they stood atop a narrow stone bridge with a pitch-black pool of water below.

Lin Fan glanced at the water.

A flicker of delight crossed his face.

He noticed something lurking within.

[Netherworld Snake: Immortal First Level Foundation Establishment Realm Demon Beast.]

[Potential drops: Water Spirit Root Fragment, 15 years of mana, snake skin, snake meat.]

[Note: Formed by the nourishment of immortal energy following the fall of a great figure.]

Lin Fan scanned the details. There were quite a few of them down there.

Ever since entering this secret realm, he hadn’t fought or killed a single creature. Not one drop had fallen for him yet. How could that not be frustrating?

No matter how weak these snakes were—

He had no intention of sparing them.

With a flick of his wrist, his Flying Smoke Spirit Sword slashed downward at the Netherworld Snakes below.

Swish!

One Netherworld Snake was instantly sliced in half.

[Water Spirit Root Fragment dropped.]

Swish!

Swish!

Snake after snake fell to his blade.

"What’s this idiot killing Netherworld Snakes for?" Someone noticed Lin Fan standing on the stone bridge, gleefully slaughtering the snakes below. His joyful, almost radiant smile drew bemused stares.

"Ignore him. Let’s move forward."

One by one, cultivators disappeared into the maze.

Ye Zhen Tian glanced back with a cold sneer. "Fool."

He couldn’t be bothered with Lin Fan at the moment. Let the idiot kill his fill. It wouldn’t make a lick of difference.