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Chapter 187 - 0184: Ancient Immortal Sacred Land

Chapter 187: Chapter 0184: Ancient Immortal Sacred Land

The human-bodied, tiger-headed demon trembled all over, sensing the imminent danger. The figure of his opponent disappeared from sight, leaving just a trace of a shadow.

Splurt!

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Lin Fan knew he hadn’t managed to fully disembowel the demon; he had missed by just a hair.

Swoosh!

The human-bodied, tiger-headed demon flapped his wings, creating a storm. With the sound of a swoosh, he vanished without a trace.

"Mark my words, I will be back for revenge."

While retreating, he couldn’t resist throwing Lin Fan one last menacing threat. He had already figured out that Lin Fan was too tough a nut to crack. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t defeat him. Staying in this place any longer could mean death.

"Damn you! Running away? Get back here!" Lin Fan charged after him, sword in hand.

Having finally encountered such a big boss, how could he let him slip away? Even the heavens would not forgive him for missing this chance.

"Fellow Daoist, don’t chase! Beware of hidden dangers," Elder Wang shouted, trying to stop Lin Fan. However, Lin Fan disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a silhouette behind.

The surrounding demons exchanged glances with one another.

Their leader had fled.

What should they do now?

Suddenly, their hair stood on end. With the sound of a swoosh, they began digging pits to escape, while others fled frantically into the distance.

Elder Wang waved his hand, and with a swoosh, the four surrounding flags flew into his palm and disappeared.

Some disciples wanted to pursue the fleeing demons but were stopped.

"Do not chase defeated enemies. It’s unlikely to have so many demons gathering in one place naturally; something unusual must be happening here," Elder Wang said solemnly. Leading the disciples here had two goals: first, to find the spiritual medicine growing in this place, and second, to use the roaming demons they might encounter as combat practice for the disciples.

He never anticipated they would be surrounded by demons.

If they hadn’t had some tricks up their sleeves, they might have all ended up skinned alive and boiled in a pot by the demons.

Swoosh!

In the distance, the heavens and earth trembled, ripples of mana surged and swayed through the air. Soon, a figure emerged, darting through space at an incredible speed, as if leveraging some kind of mystical treasure to tear through dimensions.

"Master Uncle, we’re over here!" Elder Wang shouted, addressing the approaching figure. This was his martial uncle who had started cultivating three hundred years before him. When Elder Wang joined the Immortal Sect, this martial uncle was already an elder of the sect.

The surrounding disciples courteously greeted, "Greetings to Elder."

Gong Mo arrived on the scene and, noticing the demon corpses scattered across the ground, exclaimed in surprise, "Who would have thought you’d possess such divine skills to burn these demons to ash? Seems there was no need for reinforcements after all. You had me rushing over needlessly!"

Elder Wang explained, "Master Uncle, you misunderstood. I don’t have such capabilities. When we were surrounded by demons, it was a young fellow Daoist who appeared suddenly and drove the demons away for us. He’s now gone after that Winged Tiger Demon."

"Winged Tiger Demon?" Gong Mo was visibly stunned before saying, "The Winged Tiger Demons are among the major clans of the demon race. What are they doing here?"

"I don’t know, but I suspect something has changed in this area. The sheer number of demons doesn’t match the typical situation for a desolate place like this. It’s very possible they’ve migrated here from far away," Elder Wang said, finding the circumstances strange.

Gong Mo pondered for a moment before asking, "That fellow Daoist who saved you—where is he now? Since he came to your rescue, it’s only proper to thank him formally; otherwise, it would be disrespectful to our sect’s reputation."

Elder Wang had just finished explaining that Lin Fan was chasing the Winged Tiger Demon when he noticed a figure approaching from afar and immediately said, "Here he comes."

From the distance.

Lin Fan walked back with a satisfied expression. He had ultimately hacked the Winged Tiger Demon to death with a flurry of sword strikes. That demon really ran fast; if it weren’t for Lin Fan’s Innate Divine Ability and his seemingly infinite use of the Sound-breaking Demon Saber Technique, he might not have caught up.

Here’s what had happened:

He had cast the Sound-breaking Demon Saber Technique too many times—a thousand, maybe even eight hundred—and as a result, his mana became somewhat depleted.

The Winged Tiger Demon, noticing this situation and itching for payback, seized the opportunity.

Naturally, it laughed heartily before turning around to try and counter-kill Lin Fan.

But ultimately, it was brutally killed instead. Lin Fan followed up and delivered the final blow—a sword strike that smashed the Winged Tiger Demon’s head to smithereens.

The loot was rather satisfying.

"I’m glad to see you’re all fine. I just came back to check on things. Since nothing’s wrong, I should be on my way now," Lin Fan said.

"Please wait," Gong Mo called, sizing up Lin Fan. He then said, "Fellow Daoist, you helped my junior nephew escape danger. You deserve proper gratitude. Why don’t you visit our sect for a while so we can extend our hospitality?"

"Our sect is the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land, a major sect of the Immortal Path, definitely not a demonic sect or an evil faction."

Noticing Lin Fan’s somewhat hesitant expression, Gong Mo assumed he was worried about the sect’s background.

Someone as righteous and kind-hearted as Lin Fan should undoubtedly be warmly befriended.

If Lin Fan knew they called him kind-hearted and righteous, he would surely burst into laughter. But what they said wasn’t completely wrong; he was a good-hearted person indeed—righteous and enthusiastic to the extreme.

"In that case, I won’t refuse your kind offer," Lin Fan said without hesitation. Traveling through the world required broadening one’s horizons. The Ancient Immortal Sacred Land was a major sect of the Immortal Path—its history even longer and foundation deeper than that of the Taiwu Immortal Sect.

The surrounding disciples also held Lin Fan in high regard.

After all, he had genuinely saved them earlier.

Moreover, his skills were extraordinary—watching him in action had left them dazzled. With such powerful divine abilities, who could not be impressed?

On the way.

Lin Fan checked his gains.

He had slain numerous demons—including the Winged Tiger Demon—which had yielded him some exceptional rewards.

[Obtained Second Grade Fire Spirit Root.]

The mere fact of obtaining the Second Grade Fire Spirit Root meant it was already worth it—a big profit. He didn’t know from which demon it had dropped, but it was a beautiful drop, making its death worthwhile.

[Obtained Innate Divine Ability: Soaring.]

[Obtained Lesser Divine Skill: Fatian Xiangdi.]

The drop rate of minor monsters had decreased, likely due to his own cultivation level increasing. Naturally, lower-tier monsters dropped less valuable items, leading him to give up the idea of becoming the strongest being in the world just by farming minor monsters.

But the final loot proved to Lin Fan that this adventure was far from a loss; in fact, it was immensely profitable.

[Obtained 2,500 years of mana.]

Gaining 2,500 years of mana was a massive win. The Winged Tiger Demon died a meaningful death—even in its final moments, it still served a purpose.

His total mana had now reached 4,000 years, placing him at a solid mid-tier in the Nascent Soul Realm.

In the Golden Core Realm, he was already an invincible existence.

He could easily defeat opponents of the same rank and even win against higher-ranked ones.

[Soaring (Gold Grade): An innate divine ability of the Winged Tiger Demon clan, allowing one to fly a hundred miles in a single flap of wings.]

This divine ability was much more impressive than the Earth Jutsu skill. While Earth Jutsu allowed for traveling 1,000 miles in a day, Soaring enabled one to cover 100 miles in a single flap, making the difference clear.

[Fatian Xiangdi (Lesser Divine Skill): A divine skill created by great Buddhist Dao cultivators. Its power depends on the cultivator’s level and can transform the user into a towering figure of immense magnitude, wielding world-shaking might.]

The rest of the items collected were minor trinkets, not worth mentioning.

At the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land.

Upon arriving, Lin Fan marveled at the grandeur of the major sect of the Immortal Path. Radiant glows shot skyward, clouds swirled, and above an ancient holy mountain hovered a True Dragon. The True Dragon rested, its entire scaly armor glowing fiercely, with each scale seeming to breathe.

With each breath.

It exhaled masses of spiritual energy that flowed downward and merged into the holy mountain.

Gong Mo pointed out, "That’s a genuine Heavenly Dragon, a demon beast of great might. Thousands of years ago, it came to confront our sect but was subdued by our ancestors. It has been enslaved for ten thousand years to continuously exhale Heavenly Dragon Spirit Qi, helping our disciples cultivate. It still has several thousand years left before its release, so there’s no need to rush."

"If Fellow Daoist is interested, you can take in more breaths of this Heavenly Dragon Spirit Qi—it has great benefits. Over time, it can even nurture the dignity of a True Dragon within you."

That was quite the spectacle.

Lin Fan truly felt he had broadened his horizons.

Impressive.

He had never seen a sect go to such lengths. Even the Taiwu Immortal Sect couldn’t compare to this.

Upon closer inspection.

That Heavenly Dragon was actually at the True Immortal Realm.

Holy crap.

Forcing a True Immortal Realm Heavenly Dragon to exhale spirit qi—this was truly a domineering display. He couldn’t help but wish he had such a demon beast too.

"No wonder it’s the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land," Lin Fan exclaimed.

Gong Mo chuckled, "All of this was achieved thanks to the efforts of countless predecessors. Without their sacrifices, we wouldn’t be enjoying such prosperity today."

"Please, Fellow Daoist, this way."

The group proceeded into the depths of the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land.

Disciples along the way greeted Gong Mo and the others respectfully.

Lin Fan noticed faint tracings of Heavenly Dragon Spirit Qi on these disciples. Since their cultivation levels weren’t high enough to hide such aura, it seeped out.

Strong cultivators like Gong Mo and his peers restrained their own aura, keeping the Heavenly Dragon Spirit Qi contained within their bodies to be unleashed only during combat.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist, we still don’t know which sect you belong to?" Gong Mo asked.

Lin Fan didn’t conceal this information. "I am a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect."

"Oh, so you belong to another major sect. My apologies for not recognizing you earlier," Gong Mo said. Learning that Lin Fan was from the Taiwu Immortal Sect made Gong Mo even more welcoming. As fellow disciples of major Immortal Dao sects, mutual support was expected.

Though sects inevitably had minor disputes occasionally.

These were just covert skirmishes, not open conflicts.

And the relationship between the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land and the Taiwu Immortal Sect was relatively good; there had never been any intense clashes.

Lin Fan nearly mentioned that his mother was a Supreme Elder of the Taiwu Immortal Sect.

But upon reflecting, he decided against it.

Better to keep a low profile.

Some things were better left unsaid.

Within the grand hall.

Gong Mo accompanied Lin Fan. Very quickly, disciples arrived with tea.

Lin Fan was just about to drink the tea when he noticed the tea leaves suffused with dense spiritual energy. Within the tea water, a tiny fish-like entity swam about.

But soon, he realized this wasn’t a physical object—it was a manifestation of spiritual energy.

"Fellow Daoist, this tea also has an extraordinary origin. It’s called Seeking Immortal Tea, and there exists only one mother tree from which it is harvested. This mother tree was brought out of a secret realm by one of our predecessors and planted in the holy mountain. Over thousands of years, it has been washed in the dragon spirit of the Heavenly Dragon, gaining a hint of mystic essence."

"Feel free to have a taste; there are numerous benefits," Gong Mo said warmly to Lin Fan. This tea wasn’t something just anyone could drink.

Lin Fan focused his mind on observing.

[Seeking Immortality Leaf: Harvested from the sole mother tree under heaven. Consuming it grants five years of mana, improves clarity, extends lifespan, and enhances affinity with spiritual energy—a peerless treasure.]

A treasure indeed.

It was undeniably an extraordinary item.

The major sects of the Immortal Path were overflowing with incredible resources.

Honestly, when Lin Fan had laid eyes on the Heavenly Dragon outside, he’d had the impulse to take it down with one sword strike.

Despite his current power being insufficient to pierce its defenses.

But if you dream big, can you really be wrong?

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