Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 193 - 0190: I Kneel Before You

Chapter 193: Chapter 0190: I Kneel Before You

"Are you okay?"

Lin Fan noticed Liu Yuanhei was in a daze for a long time and was a bit worried. The usually cheerful elderly man had fallen silent after the recent events, and Lin Fan was genuinely worried that something might be troubling him inside.

"You’re really impressive, your mana is quite thick, truly remarkable."

Lin Fan’s way of comforting only made things worse for the person being comforted.

Liu Yuanhei felt like spitting blood, it felt as if someone was repeatedly slapping his face.

"Can I say that I was just careless?" Liu Yuanhei was a bit unwilling, he didn’t think he couldn’t withstand it, it truly must have been due to carelessness.

Lin Fan nodded, "Hmm, I believe you were careless. Otherwise, it definitely wouldn’t have ended like this. I have high hopes for you. Among all the disciples I’ve seen in the Sacred Land, your mana is the thickest. As long as you work hard, your future achievements are limitless."

Liu Yuanhei looked at Lin Fan, wondering if this guy was comforting him or insulting him.

"Forget it, a loss is a loss. It’s not like I can’t afford to lose, but remember, we will have another battle between us, not today, but in the future."

Even if one feels unwilling after losing, what can be done?

He was careless.

But if it had really been a life-and-death fight, he would already be dead. The opponent’s speed was beyond his expectation, suddenly increasing in the blink of an eye, leaving him no time to react.

Lin Fan laughed, "I’m glad that you, Daoist Liu, can see through the essence of the competition. I hope that one day in the future, we can have another bout."

He was really afraid of improving too quickly.

Or else there would be no future to speak of.

Liu Yuanhei left quickly.

The surrounding disciples were silent. The Saint Heir was defeated, and their hopes were shattered.

Some disciples wept silently, not because they were beaten, but because the Sacred Land’s reputation was tarnished. Was there really no one who could restore their honor?

Lin Fan jumped off the stage and walked over to Gong Mo, "Elder Gong, that should be enough. After exchanging pointers with friends in the Sacred Land, I’ve gained many benefits, and I also found that the disciples’ strength in the Sacred Land is truly extraordinary. A great sect is indeed a great sect."

This was genuine humility.

But to Gong Mo, it sounded somewhat grating, as if it were a perfunctory pleasantry.

"Let’s have one more match," Gong Mo said.

He indeed wanted Lin Fan to give ordinary disciples in the Sacred Land some insights, but he truly hadn’t expected him to defeat the Saint Heir and reach such heights.

"No need, just enough is enough. Besides, leaving room in both actions and words is wise. If I win again, what should I do then? Wouldn’t it be said that I’m overpowering the Sacred Land’s young talents and stepping onto the altar?"

"Your Sacred Land has treated me with such courtesy, how can I do such things?"

Just as Lin Fan said these words, he wanted to viciously slap himself.

Darn!

Why am I blathering again?

The Sacred Land hasn’t been unkind to me, is there a need to act so conceited?

Gong Mo was trembling with fear.

Not because of Lin Fan.

But because of himself, if he couldn’t provide an explanation for this matter, after Lin Fan left, he’d surely be hanged and beaten to death by the Sacred Land’s elders.

Bringing someone back from the outside was one thing.

But to let someone go up and participate in a match?

Even having a match was one thing.

But now that the Sacred Land’s Saint Heir lost, you’re practically calling someone back just to slap us in the face, right?

"No, no... it’s a misunderstanding, Daoist Lin. The one just now has only recently become the Saint Heir. I just wanted you to help train a bit, and given the current situation, it’s indeed quite remarkable."

"And the upcoming match will be the most important."

Gong Mo couldn’t just let it end here with Lin Fan.

From just now until now, he had already sensed several gazes fixed on him. These weren’t caring looks, but rather looks that spelled doom.

It made him feel entirely uneasy.

He knew he was in deep trouble.

He even wanted to give himself a few harsh slaps.

What was he thinking?

Why did he think of letting Daoist Lin go up for a match?

Now it’s a situation that can’t be controlled, unless the opponent steps on the face of the Sacred Land’s strongest Saint to go back up, otherwise, there’s no way to settle this matter.

In the distance.

"Liu Yuanhei, you’ve really thrown the Sacred Land’s face away," said a Saint Heir.

Liu Yuanhei responded, "Never mind whether it’s disgraceful or not, the opponent is indeed formidable. My strength doesn’t match his, I admit it. But there are very few who can render me so helpless, so those of you who have fought me evenly should think twice."

When he said this, his gaze turned to his senior brother in a brocade robe.

If he really wanted to win it back, only his senior brother could step up.

The brocade robe-wearing Saint Heir calmly sipped his tea, and then slowly put the cup down, stood up, and said, "Let me handle it."

Everyone was overjoyed upon hearing this.

"With senior brother taking the stage, that boy is done for."

Liu Yuanhei exclaimed, "Wow, this is too unfair."

The brocade robe-wearing Saint Heir didn’t want to take the stage.

After all, he considered this just a trivial matter.

But he had just received a transmission from the Sacred Land’s elder, insisting he must fight to restore the Sacred Land’s honor, so he sighed inwardly, for face is the most painful battle.

Gong Mo implored Lin Fan repeatedly, almost kneeling to beg.

Just pleading with him to have one last match, if you don’t lose today, I’m absolutely doomed.

"Elder Gong, we agreed to stop at just a demonstration, let’s end it here, it’s really unnecessary to continue, wouldn’t you agree," Lin Fan advised, continuously reminding himself not to engage further.

He was here as a guest.

Not to trample on their pride.

Thinking about it.

The Ancient Immortal Sacred Land has treated him well.

One should have a conscience, or else they’re truly bad.

"Daoist Lin, why don’t we exchange pointers," the brocade robe-wearing Saint Heir said as he walked over, with the surrounding disciples becoming even more respectful, countless female disciples gazing with admiration.

Lin Fan turned to look, seeing the gentlemanly and scholarly demeanor of the brocade robe-wearing Saint Heir.

As the saying goes, there’s a golden house in the book, and beauties like jade in the book.

This brocade-robed Saint Heir could be called a noble immortal.

A jade-like gentleman, unparalleled in the world.

Such could describe this brocade-robed Saint Heir.

Lin Fan smiled slightly, "Exchanging pointers until we’re satisfied is enough. There have been quite enough battles today, is there really a need to continue further? Moreover, this fellow Daoist has reached the pinnacle where all methods converge, concealing his mana and aura to the extreme, evidently at the Unity Realm."

"With my current level of cultivation, I’m probably not a match for this fellow Daoist."

"How about I concede?"

"After all, the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land and the Taiwu Immortal Sect are both major sects in the immortal path, how can we let a dispute ruin relations."

Lin Fan saw through the opponent’s Unity Realm at a glance.

There’s no point in fighting.

The opponent’s mana was as vast as the sea, with such a high realm, his only option was to run. Even to regain face, it can’t be done in such an unjust way.

The brocade-robed Saint Heir said, "No need to worry, my friend, I’ve observed that you haven’t formed a Nascent Soul, I can suppress my cultivation to the Golden Core Realm and exchange pointers with you."

"That’s really unnecessary. If you suppress your cultivation to the Golden Core Realm, you wouldn’t be my match," Lin Fan said sincerely, though as he spoke, he wished he could give himself a solid slap.

Bragging again.

Aigh!

What is going on?

Why can’t I control my emotions when I come to the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land?

Gong Mo on the side felt like he was going to spit blood.

If he had known things would turn out like this, he would’ve rather died than let him compete back then.

The brocade-robed Saint Heir frowned, finding the other party’s words a bit arrogant.

At that moment.

The voice of the Sacred Land elder came to the brocade-robed Saint Heir’s ears, provoking him into action, saying no matter what, get him up there.

"Alright, since that’s the case, how about I suppress my realm to the Nascent Soul Realm? You wouldn’t be so tactless, would you?" the brocade-robed Saint Heir said.

He was reluctantly accepting the order from the Sacred Land elder.

Gong Mo on the side said, "Daoist Lin, please give us this face, just to the point, truly to the point. Just this last match, no matter win or lose, let’s end it."

"Agree, consider it giving me some face,"

He almost knelt and called Lin Fan his dad, pleading with him to get on stage.

If you don’t take the stage, I won’t be able to explain myself.

"Alright then, just one last match, the essence of the duel is in the exchange, don’t place too much weight on winning or losing," Lin Fan said, then returned to the stage.

Gong Mo let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Finally got him on the stage.

Feeling the gaze disappear, he felt as light as a feather as being stared at by the Sacred Land’s old generation was truly uncomfortable.

Below the stage, the disciples lifted their heads.

Watching the radiant brocade-robed Saint Heir.

This was the idol followed by all disciples, the strongest among the Sacred Land’s younger generation.

What started as an ordinary match among disciples ended up attracting the Saint Heir himself, making it a visual feast for many disciples.

And they realized.

The real strength of the Saint Heirs.

"How long do you think he can last?"

"At most, just a moment,"

Liu Yuanhei said, "I don’t think so. My senior brother is suppressing his power to the Nascent Soul Realm; it’s not certain he can defeat Lin Fan. This will be a tough battle, unless he doesn’t suppress his power, it’s not that simple."

"You really boost others’ morale and diminish your own. My senior brother’s control over mana, mastery of immortal techniques and divine skills, even with a lower realm, can suppress the opponent," a Saint Heir grumbled.

Liu Yuanhei didn’t agree, he felt Lin Fan was hiding many tricks, which weren’t revealed earlier.

On the stage.

"Please."

"Please."

Lin Fan took the opponent seriously, not as careless as before, even if the opponent suppressed his power to the Nascent Soul Realm, it was not easy to deal with. To put it harshly, compared to this one, the other Saint Heirs and Saintesses were far behind.

"Very well, excuse me then."

The brocade-robed Saint Heir said, then radiance blossomed, appearing in front of Lin Fan in the blink of an eye, extending two fingers, which sprayed radiance, imposing as ever, a huge pressure bore down.

Lin Fan met it with a palm strike, immediately vanishing from where he stood, Demon Sound Breaking Blade Skill, innate divine ability erupted, the killer move that eliminated Liu Yuanhei reappeared.

Liu Yuanhei watched intently, still unable to see Lin Fan’s figure, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Such a terrifying move, he wondered how his senior brother would confront it.

The brocade-robed Saint Heir calmly pressed both palms to the ground, terrifying mana formed a huge storm surging outward. Lin Fan’s figure was stopped, and as he prepared to change his move, the brocade-robed Saint Heir launched several palm strikes in the spot where Lin Fan appeared.

"Impressive, experienced, the immortal techniques and divine skills are domineering."

"But this is just the beginning."

Lin Fan treated this battle earnestly.

A slight oversight could indeed lead to defeat.

But defeat was impossible.

Even if it cost his life, he couldn’t lose.

In my dictionary, there’s no such word as failure.