Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 181 - 0178: Don’t Be Nervous, I’m Just Easing the Atmosphere

Chapter 181: Chapter 0178: Don’t Be Nervous, I’m Just Easing the Atmosphere

For Ye Zhen Tian,

he didn’t need to ask much to understand what was going on.

His chickens had clearly been swindled by that damned mutt Lin Fan.

"What’s the big deal? It’s just a chicken, for heaven’s sake. Do you really have to be so stingy? No wonder the rumors outside say that Ye Zhen Tian isn’t just miserly with others, but he’s penny-pinching even with his own disciples from Zhen Tian Peak."

"They risk their lives for you, and you can’t even afford to be a little generous?"

"Truly disappointing."

Lin Fan exposed Ye Zhen Tian’s miserly habits. Everyone knew about it, but no one dared to say it aloud.

Some disciples standing nearby nodded silently as Lin Fan spoke, seemingly agreeing with him. This made the rage in Ye Zhen Tian’s chest burn even hotter.

"Shut your mouth! The Five-colored Heavenly Chickens are the spiritual objects I raised, and now you’ve killed all but one. How are you going to explain that to me?"

Ye Zhen Tian was so furious he seemed on the verge of exploding on the spot, almost ready to drag Lin Fan down with him for mutual destruction.

No one had ever dared treat him like this—it was blatant disregard for Ye Zhen Tian’s significance.

"It’s just some chickens, what’s the big deal? You really cling to them like your life depends on it." Lin Fan smirked and rolled his eyes, deliberately provoking Ye Zhen Tian. If Lin Fan truly wanted Ye Zhen Tian dead, there were hundreds of ways he could make it happen—ways that would show Ye Zhen Tian just how haunting the concept of death could be.

But to teach someone a true lesson wasn’t just about killing them.

It was about using countless tiny annoyances to systematically drive them mad, alive.

Now that Ye Zhen Tian had joyfully acquired a Dao Artifact, Lin Fan had entirely shattered his overblown sense of triumph, leaving him unable to savor the sweet taste of victory.

"Lin Fan! I’ll fight you to the death!"

Ye Zhen Tian roared furiously, his mind inflamed by rage, and with one booming yell, he unleashed a flamingly enraged palm strike aimed right at Lin Fan’s chest.

This palm carried with it a whirlwind of fury, built up from every frustration he’d endured over such a long time—and also a toxic concoction of envy and resentment toward Lin Fan’s boundless audacity.

But wait...

A good mother?

As Ye Zhen Tian’s anger clouded his head, his mind suddenly snapped back to clarity at the thought, realizing halfway through the motion what he was actually doing.

Too late to pull back his hand.

The palm had already been struck.

BAM!

Lin Fan let out a tragic shriek and instantly crashed to the ground, blood spurting everywhere. Whereas an average person might spit up one mouthful of blood in extreme rage, Lin Fan’s blood sprayed like a broken sprinkler system, painting the area red and even splattering onto a few disciples’ faces.

"You...you." Lin Fan, on the verge of death, feebly pointed a trembling finger at Ye Zhen Tian in disbelief, as if he had more to say but ultimately failed to utter the words before his eyes rolled back, his body collapsing lifelessly to the floor.

Silence!

The surroundings fell into an eerie stillness.

Ye Zhen Tian stared, wide-eyed, down at the hand he had struck with, then back at the motionless Lin Fan on the ground, his throat nervously bobbing as he muttered, "Stop pretending. Do you think I, Ye Zhen Tian, am actually that easily scared?"

No response. No sound. The lifeless body didn’t budge.

As Ye Zhen Tian turned to instruct the nearby disciples to check the situation, they recoiled like startled cats, jumping back and keeping a wary distance from him.

Every disciple stared at Ye Zhen Tian in horror.

None of them had anticipated Ye Zhen Tian would actually kill Lin Fan.

This was a disaster—an earth-shattering catastrophe.

"Lin Fan, stop playing dead in front of me. As if I wouldn’t see through your tricks?"

"Get up."

Ye Zhen Tian sneered, refusing to believe Lin Fan had truly died. Deep down, he was convinced this was another one of Lin Fan’s schemes to frighten him.

Ha! Not falling for it.

But as time ticked on, Lin Fan remained completely motionless, and an unsettling dread began to seep into Ye Zhen Tian’s heart.

"Go check whether he’s really dead or not. I didn’t use much force!" Ye Zhen Tian’s inner turmoil was mounting, though he did his best to maintain an external facade of composure.

How could it be? Impossible.

This guy couldn’t possibly die so easily—the Supreme Elder definitely had safeguards in place.

One of the braver disciples cautiously approached the supposedly lifeless Lin Fan, his trembling hand inching toward Lin Fan’s nose as everyone else held their breath, their entire focus locked on that disciple.

Moments later, the disciple finally reached Lin Fan’s nose and paused to gauge for breathing, shaking as though he were malfunctioning machinery.

Everyone awaited the verdict.

Soon enough...

The brave disciple turned his mechanically moving head and solemnly announced: "He’s dead. Absolutely dead. No pulse at all."

"Ahhhh!"

The crowd of disciples fell to the ground in terror, their faces pale as sheets.

"We’re finished. Completely screwed. Brother Lin is dead. The Supreme Elder absolutely won’t let this slide. Even though this wasn’t our doing, we’re still disciples of Zhen Tian Peak and could never wash our hands of it completely."

"Brother Ye! How could you be so ruthless as to kill Brother Lin? You’ve dragged us all down into this mess!"

Grumbling broke out everywhere, and even though Ye Zhen Tian was their senior brother, in this situation, self-preservation took priority over loyalty.

Everyone knew Lin Fan had powerful backing. So why would Ye Zhen Tian unleash such a reckless strike?

With so much blood everywhere, how could anyone possibly save Lin Fan now?

Ye Zhen Tian’s hands and feet began to turn icy cold, "I didn’t go all out! I barely used any mana. How could he die? It doesn’t make sense..."

But the responses he got were a series of skeptical looks.

"Senior Brother, that wasn’t holding back! The power you unleashed with that palm was terrifying—it screamed lethal intent."

"Exactly! When you were enraged earlier, you looked like you’d snapped entirely, determined to end him once and for all!"

Listening to their comments, Ye Zhen Tian became even more flustered. He then let out a desperate roar toward the seemingly dead Lin Fan, "How could you die? How could you die? Get up now!"

He had just secured a Dao Artifact and imagined a bright future ahead; how could he have stumbled into such a massive catastrophe? The Supreme Elder would unquestionably spare no thought when delivering absolute retribution upon him.

Taking in Lin Fan’s condition again...

No breath whatsoever.

Just like a genuine corpse, utterly devoid of life.

Nearby disciples edged further away, ensuring ample distance from Ye Zhen Tian—as far from this brewing chaos as they could manage. To them, this wasn’t their problem anymore.

They never imagined Senior Brother Ye would go so far as to strike Brother Lin with deadly force.

Damn it!

We’re just ordinary disciples. How did we end up tangled in this nonsense?

Thud!

Ye Zhen Tian sank to the ground flatly, overwhelmed with despair. How was he supposed to handle this?

Run?

Perhaps fleeing was his only chance at survival.

But where could he even escape to?

The Supreme Elder could locate him in an instant, no matter where he hid.

At this moment...

Ye Zhen Tian slowly approached Lin Fan’s motionless body, his expression vacant, stripped of his usual fiery pride. He stared at Lin Fan, muttering, "I never thought I, Ye Zhen Tian, would actually be ruined by you. But you..."

Before he could finish his words...

Lin Fan’s supposedly lifeless body sprang upright as though made of steel springs, bouncing to full vertical alignment in a shocking instant.

"AAAHHH!"

Ye Zhen Tian was so startled that he stumbled backward uncontrollably, his eyes wide with pure panic—as if he had seen a ghost. That sudden movement had struck terror into his very soul.

"You were faking it!"

Ye Zhen Tian finally realized that Lin Fan had staged this entire drama. Although he had initially suspected Lin Fan might be playing dead, the fact that he had seemed devoid of any signs of life had led him to believe the worst.

"Hahahaha! Look at your face—it’s pale as a sheet! How does it feel? Exciting, isn’t it? Stimulating?!" Lin Fan laughed uproariously, slapping Ye Zhen Tian on the shoulder. "Relax, I was just messing around. Didn’t think you’d take it so seriously!"

The surrounding disciples stared, frozen.

Damn it.

It was a fake death all along.

Please, Lin Fan, don’t mess around like this again.

You could actually give someone a heart attack.

Not long after, a disciple chimed in.

"I knew Senior Brother Ye didn’t go all out. Look at all of you, acting scared like rabbits. How could you not trust Brother Ye?"

"Besides, Brother Lin clearly couldn’t have died. He was just trying to lift the mood for us all."

Such fence-sitters deserved to be hacked to pieces.

Even their fifth limb should be severed and fed to the dogs.

Other disciples shot disdainful looks at the speaker; the fact was, he had been the most terrified earlier.

Ye Zhen Tian gritted his teeth to suppress his rage and shoved Lin Fan’s hand off. "I don’t know you well, and Zhen Tian Peak doesn’t welcome you. Leave immediately!"

"Don’t be like that. I was just trying to help ease your inner tension. I read somewhere that experiencing two extreme emotions in a short period improves blood circulation and benefits your health." Lin Fan grinned cheekily and wiped the remaining blood from his mouth. His performance earlier had truly been top-notch, a role he’d fully embodied.

Ye Zhen Tian barked back furiously, "Don’t push me too far! Corner a rabbit, and it’ll bite you!"

"Oh? Then go ahead and bite me! You talk big but never act. Forget it, forget it—there’s no point wasting words on you. I’ll take my leave now." Lin Fan casually hoisted up the Five-colored Heavenly Chicken, which he never released even while pretending to be dead, fearing it might run off. As he strolled away leisurely, he waved behind him, "No need to see me off, guys. Just a little prank—it’s supposed to be good for your health."

Ye Zhen Tian watched Lin Fan’s retreating figure, his fists clenched tightly, veins throbbing on his face as fury surged through him like a molten explosion.

The aftermath of this ordeal made one thing strikingly clear to Ye Zhen Tian:

He truly didn’t have the guts to kill Lin Fan.

He had always believed he did, but this fake death stunt had revealed the truth in his soul: when the moment came, he had been so scared he lost his mind, overwhelmed by panic and uncertainty about what to do.

And right now, Ye Zhen Tian could finally see himself for what he truly was.

He wasn’t half as steadfast as he had imagined himself to be.

Staring at the empty coop where there weren’t any chickens left, no one could fathom Ye Zhen Tian’s current feelings.

The surrounding disciples dared not make a sound.

Ye Zhen Tian turned and left, his face dark and heavy. The joyous feeling from his recent breakthrough had utterly been spoiled by Lin Fan.

What the public sees,

ceases to remain a secret.

The story of Ye Zhen Tian being frightened out of his wits by Lin Fan’s fake death quickly spread like wildfire.

According to rumors,

Lin Fan had faked his death deliberately to lighten the mood, and the sight of him scared the crap out of Ye Zhen Tian—literally. A true disciple so traumatized he soils himself—that’s the stuff of legends.

As rumors evolved,

it became exaggerated into a tale where Lin Fan’s fake death made Ye Zhen Tian mistakenly believe he had killed him. In an instant, Ye Zhen Tian supposedly knelt on the ground crying out to heaven, wailing "Father, don’t die!" until Lin Fan, touched by his display, finally "came back to life."

It was said Ye Zhen Tian burst into tears of relief, hugging Lin Fan tightly and bawling uncontrollably.

By the time the rumors reached Ye Zhen Tian’s ears,

he clutched his chest in agony, infuriated beyond belief, clearly on the verge of spitting blood. Yet, in the end, he managed to suppress the urge, holding it inside.