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Chapter 185 - 0182: Damn! Trying to Take Over My Territory

Chapter 185: Chapter 0182: Damn! Trying to Take Over My Territory

I wonder what treasures might be inside the Blood Saber Demon’s cave mansion.

Lin Fan began sorting through the items he had scavenged.

A set of stone tables and four stone stools, all made of ordinary rock, worth some silver in the mortal world.

Even great cultivators are quite down-to-earth; not everything they use is some precious artifact.

Crude, simple things are less likely to tempt thieves.

The stone lamp had a nice design, and the flame within wasn’t ordinary—it remained lit despite all the jostling.

[Focused Mind Stone Lamp (Middle Grade Magical Treasure): A Middle Grade Magical Treasure refined by the Blood Saber Demon, it possesses a calming effect on the mind.]

Not anything particularly valuable.

A support-type treasure.

Perfect to use as decoration for his mountain peak.

A warm home isn’t built overnight; it requires gradual effort to fill in the space and bring in good items from the outside to decorate it properly, making it perfect over time.

The Luminous Pearl was just an ordinary one from the mortal world, meant for decoration, with nothing extraordinary about it.

Keep it.

[Yin Sha Meditation Cushion (Low Grade Spiritual Artifact): Used by followers of the Demon Path for cultivation. It absorbs Yin Sha from underground, greatly enhancing cultivation efficiency. It can also be thrown to trap enemies or summon Yin Sha Demons.]

Not bad, its value was indeed considerable.

But as for its usefulness, it had none for him—he wasn’t a follower of the Demon Path, so cultivating Demon Techniques would be nonsense. If an opportunity arose, he could sell it off.

Exchange it for Spirit Stones to buy a bullwhip.

Among the rest of the items, most were random trinkets, with little to no value.

But surprisingly, a bookshelf contained a minor Divine Skill.

[Demon Flame Waves Roll Red Dust]

A minor Divine Skill was worth cultivating, but he didn’t want to waste time on this. To perfect even a minor Divine Skill might require hundreds of years.

Why bother cultivating when he could cause explosive breakthroughs?

Better to sell it off someday and earn a tidy sum.

Immortal Laws are easy to acquire; Divine Skills are rare, and that’s the truth. To cultivators in the outside world, a Divine Skill is of considerable value—the more Divine Skills one masters, the more powerful their overall strength becomes.

Even if there’s a gap in mana levels.

Having strong enough Divine Skills could compensate.

The remaining books were miscellaneous writings and introductions to the Demon Path.

Might as well read them during idle moments to expand his knowledge.

At the end of the inventory check.

One could only say this adventure wasn’t particularly rewarding—the haul was full of basic items, with few valuable ones. Hence, this line of work not only requires risk-taking but also must be approached with the expectation of empty-handed returns.

Taiwu Immortal Sect.

Today was a big day.

The sect’s number one prodigy was emerging from seclusion. Outside the Forbidden Land’s waiting area, countless disciples had already gathered, eager to catch a glimpse.

"Senior Brother Wen Xian is out of seclusion; what realm has his cultivation reached now?"

"It’s unimaginable. When Senior Brother Wen Xian joined the sect, he was immediately accepted as a disciple by the Supreme Elder and began secluded cultivation in the Forbidden Land. Now it’s been ten years; his cultivation must be astonishing."

"Not necessarily. It’s just been ten years. No matter how monstrous his talent is, he couldn’t have reached too high a realm, right?"

"That’s a point worth considering too."

The Sect Leader and others stood within the inner circle of the Forbidden Land.

"Hahaha, the Taiwu Immortal Sect’s legacy stands strong. Having such a talented disciple signifies the uninterrupted prosperity our sect is destined for," the Sect Leader exclaimed joyfully, a stark contrast to the worried look he had when meeting Lin Fan.

"My son is no slouch either," Wei You interjected.

The Sect Leader smiled wryly, "Senior Sister, please don’t put it that way. What you asked for truly isn’t manageable. The time-reversal mechanism within the Forbidden Land relies on the sect’s fortune. Excessive usage diminishes the sect’s fortune, which adversely affects disciples undergoing trials outside the sect."

"For instance, encountering calamities and misfortunes—it’s not something to underestimate."

"Besides, with Senior Sister backing him, no harm will come to him. Who could dare to bully him?"

Wei You glared, "Hmph, what I want isn’t his safety but his ascension to Immortalhood!"

"Senior Sister, please understand, please understand," the Sect Leader replied helplessly, unable to deny her extreme dedication to her son.

Wen Xian’s talent was extraordinary, his Spirit Root grade exceptionally high. The sect’s Supreme Elders had collectively siphoned Immortal Energy from the Immortal Realm to cleanse his body, aiming to produce another True Immortal for the Taiwu Immortal Sect.

Wei You’s complaints were thus understandable.

Why hadn’t her son received the same treatment? Who failed to give her face?

The problem was, you had to consider the boy’s character and abilities.

From his perspective as Sect Leader, the lad wasn’t destined for anything great—he wouldn’t achieve much in this lifetime.

In that instant.

The Forbidden Land trembled and cracked open, emitting beams of light.

The gathered disciples were stirred.

He was emerging.

He was about to emerge.

As they anticipated this moment, a figure slowly walked out from the fissure, all eyes eagerly fixed upon him.

The sect’s other True Disciples remained expressionless.

Yet, anyone who understood them knew they were harboring unpleasant feelings. Wen Xian’s emergence would inevitably diminish their standing—sect resources would be overwhelmingly skewed in favor of Wen Xian. Who could rival him?

Unfairness? What could they do?

He had the Spirit Root, the talent—who could compare?

At that moment, the figure stepped into the air. With each step, a lotus flower bloomed beneath his feet. The flowers opened gracefully, accompanied by celestial phenomena, as if celebrating the advent of Heaven’s chosen child.

True Disciples gazed upward.

Such phenomena weren’t artificial.

They were genuinely natural.

With elegance like jade, sword-like brows and starry eyes, he radiated brilliance. His deep gaze resembled the cosmos, captivating all who looked upon him, unable to return their focus.

"Ah! I’m fainting!"

"Senior Brother Wen is so handsome!"

The Taiwu Immortal Sect boasted countless disciples, and naturally, female disciples were abundant.

Wen Xian’s charm drew female disciples like moths to a flame. His aura, refined through Immortal Energy cleansing, exuded pure Immortal essence. Clad in snowy white robes, his black hair flowing, every gesture and motion brimmed with celestial grace.

Should he appear in a remote forest, mortals would undoubtedly mistake him for a true Immortal and bow before him in reverence.

Xi Xi scoffed indifferently: "Trust my sixth sense as a woman—this guy reeks of arrogance. He’s nowhere near as handsome as Junior Brother Lin. What’s with the pretense?"

"Senior Sister, acknowledging someone’s excellence isn’t difficult. While Junior Brother Lin is indeed exceptional, I must admit this Wen Xian truly surpasses him," Chen Zhiyu said honestly. He had never seen Wen Xian before, but now that he had, he, too, found himself drawn in by his extraordinary charisma.

Xi Xi glared, "Hmph, you’re an ingrate for enjoying meals Junior Brother Lin makes for you!"

Chen Zhiyu scratched his head, "I was just speaking the truth, nothing more."

"Alright, Junior Brother Chen, you’ve upset Senior Sister. You deserve a punishment," Yang Gang chimed in, siding with Xi Xi. When women act unreasonable, it’s better not to resist—otherwise, you’re only asking for trouble.

Since drinking Ghost Tiger Whip-infused liquor, Yang Gang’s facial acne had vanished.

His fiery internal energy had been pacified.

Yang Gang exuded newfound confidence, walking upright and proud.

No longer the hunched-over figure, worried that lifting his head might cause his acne to burst, spraying pus onto someone’s face.

How awkward that would be.

The True Disciples murmured among themselves.

"What stage of cultivation has he reached now?"

"Judging by his restrained mana, radiant vitality, dazzling glow, Immortal Energy entwined around him, and a unified Nascent Soul and flesh body—it seems he’s achieved the Unity Perfect stage."

"That’s impossible! He’s only cultivated for ten years!"

"Is Ninth Grade Spirit Root truly this terrifying? We’ve spent countless years in cultivation, yet he ranks ahead of us within a mere decade?"

"With the sect’s full support, he’s progressed so ferociously. We may never catch up to him."

"Look at him—his cultivation likely stands at Unity Perfect. He’s merely a step away from crossing into the Three Calamities and Six Tribulations. Perhaps this emergence is to prepare for that hurdle."

"This..."

They were too shocked for words.

Their hearts had suffered tremendous blows.

Ye Donglai fixated his gaze upon that imposing figure, light shimmering in his eyes—betraying an unspoken yet widely understood desire.

For many True Disciples, their thoughts went to Lin Fan.

Though Lin Fan had a Supreme Elder mother, comparing him to Wen Xian showed an obvious gap.

The sect’s support spoke volumes about one’s standing.

Wen Xian descended slowly, standing before the Sect Leader with respect, "Disciple Wen Xian pays respects to Sect Leader."

"Good, good, good," the Sect Leader exclaimed in delight—he favored polite geniuses over unruly ones like Lin Fan, "After ten years of secluded cultivation, your Unity Perfect stage is a tremendous blessing for Taiwu Immortal Sect. I’ll host a banquet and invite all major sects to celebrate your achievement!"

"Disciple Wen Xian abides by the Sect Leader’s arrangements," Wen Xian replied calmly.

His decade-long seclusion targeted this moment—to emerge and astound. Judging by the reactions, his effort had succeeded. Cultivating and ascending to Immortalhood was merely a matter of time for him.

No difficulties lay ahead.

"Now that you’ve reached Unity Perfect cultivation and become a True Disciple, you have the right to choose a mountain peak. Take your pick from the grounds ahead," the Sect Leader said.

Wen Xian turned to look at the distant peaks ahead, each standing tall in the earthly realm. He carefully scanned them and eventually his eyes fell upon one—a peak surrounded by birdsong and floral fragrance, lush and vibrant like an earthly paradise.

"Sect Leader," Wen Xian began, "Disciple chooses that Nameless Mountain Peak—it has a connection with me."

Wen Xian had pointed at Lin Fan’s mountain peak.

Since it had no official name, many assumed it was unclaimed property.

Moreover, the position of this peak was exceptionally favorable.

He had instantly recognized its uniqueness.

The Taiwu Immortal Sect resided above a Spirit Vein, ensuring abundant Spiritual Energy with various advantageous properties.

Critical areas were naturally occupied by key figures, while this peak seemed to occupy a prime location.

The Sect Leader glanced over, his heart sinking. Nervously, he turned to the stern-looking Wei You, and cautiously approached her, whispering, "Senior Sister, maybe we could make some room. Wen Xian is our sect’s prodigious True Disciple, and a prime location would greatly benefit his cultivation."

"Scram," Wei You snapped.

The Sect Leader persisted, "Senior Sister..."

"Scram!"

Dejected, the Sect Leader shook his head and turned to Wen Xian, "Wen Xian, that mountain peak is already occupied. Please choose another peak."

Wen Xian raised his eyebrows, showing mild surprise, "Disciple noticed that peak’s unusual qualities. Could it be that our sect has another outstanding disciple who resides there?"

Wei You lowered her eyes, then lifted her brow and replied calmly:

"That’s my son’s mountain. If you want it, feel free to try your luck."