Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 195 - 0192: Do You Believe I Can Make You Gain Tens of Kilograms?

Chapter 195: Chapter 0192: Do You Believe I Can Make You Gain Tens of Kilograms?

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"Alright, it’s a tie."

The richly-clad Saint Heir nodded. At this moment, the Sacred Land couldn’t afford to lose face, and though he had indeed lost, the other party had been considerate enough to preserve the Sacred Land’s reputation. He was deeply grateful.

"We’ve sparred for some time, yet you still don’t know my name. I’m Qing Chenfeng. If there’s an opportunity in the future, I hope we can spar properly again."

During their bout, he found that Lin Fan’s mana was incredibly robust — far thicker than that of cultivators at the Golden Core Realm. By all logic, someone who possessed such mana should undoubtedly be at the Nascent Soul Realm.

But why was it like this?

He had no idea.

"Of course, you’re always welcome. Sparring should hold to the principle of restraint; today’s practice was excellent," Lin Fan replied with a smile.

He didn’t mention that Qing Chenfeng resorted to advancing his cultivation level at the last moment.

It was sufficient. There was no need to strip the Sacred Land of all dignity. They treated you well; what more could you want?

Do you really need to trample their disciples from start to finish, leaving none spared, not even their most talented prodigies?

Is it just to prove your own strength?

No need.

Absolutely no need.

The surrounding disciples stood confused, staring with wide-eyed bewilderment.

What had just happened?

They had no clue what occurred afterward — the dazzling brilliance blinded them, making it impossible to open their eyes fully. Forget trying to see clearly.

Liu Yuanhei exclaimed in shock, "I can’t believe Senior Brother actually lost!"

One Saint Heir muttered discontentedly, "Lost? What loss, where did Senior Brother lose?"

"Is it really so hard to admit someone else’s excellence? Senior Brother suppressed his level to the Nascent Soul Realm and was still outmatched. In the end, he had to unleash his mana at the Returning Unity Realm just to barely withstand that one move. And yet, Lin Fan was magnanimous enough — knowing Senior Brother had lost, he still declared the match a tie, just to save face for our Sacred Land," Liu Yuanhei explained.

The other Saints and Saintesses remained silent.

Liu Yuanhei’s statement was undeniably correct; they could offer no rebuttal. The facts were just as stated, and they had nothing else to add.

Gong Mo let out a deep breath. It wasn’t the worst possible outcome.

Still, he knew he’d likely get strung up and beaten later.

"Elder Gong, the sparring ends here, concluded as a draw," Lin Fan said, turning to Gong Mo. Although he wasn’t certain what Gong Mo was thinking, his expression seemed to mix relief with worry.

For Gong Mo, had Lin Fan been declared the winner, he’d definitely be silenced by the higher-ups.

Thankfully, Lin Fan had termed it a draw, sparing the Sacred Land significant embarrassment.

"Magnificent, truly magnificent! This sparring between the True Disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect and the Saint Heir of the Sacred Land was exceptional, eye-opening. Not only was this exchange a duel between two individuals, but it also established friendly ties between our factions," Gong Mo said with a beaming smile.

"Elder Gong, you’ve got it perfectly right. But you see, I’ve also participated in this grand tournament, and I’m confident I’ll rank in the top ten. That means these rewards should be distributed, correct?" Lin Fan asked.

"Of course, it’s not the rewards themselves that matter to me, but their profound symbolic significance — commemorating the friendship between me and the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land. Wouldn’t you agree?"

He had no intention of letting the Sacred Land’s rewards slip away.

Damn it!

The sparring was done.

Sweat was shed.

Effort was exerted.

Surely it wouldn’t make sense to leave entirely empty-handed? That would be far too much.

Inwardly, Gong Mo could only curse under his breath: Damn, what a ruthless guy!

Having made such a spectacle at the Sacred Land, now Lin Fan still wanted to claim benefits — this was crossing the line.

Just as Gong Mo prepared to retort, a voice from the Sacred Land’s elders echoed in his ear.

"Hand it over!"

A simple, curt command.

"Haha, wonderful, just splendid! Lin Fan, if you desire the rewards, of course, there’s no problem. Just as I had envisioned, they symbolize our camaraderie, something that can become a celebrated story in the future," Gong Mo said with laughter.

Indeed, it could very well become a tale worth boasting about.

The effects of the sparring on the Sacred Land’s disciples were far-reaching. Just as Gong Mo had hoped, it showed them that there were always greater talents outside their walls. Even if their cultivation resources at the Sacred Land were exceptional, others in the wider world could still outshine them.

"Brother Lin, why not come to my cave mansion for a visit? I’d like to introduce you to some of my junior brothers and sisters. If, in the future, they offend you due to their arrogance, I hope you’ll forgive them," Qing Chenfeng offered.

"Sure, I’ll take you up on that," Lin Fan accepted without pretense. Meeting more people could only be advantageous.

Besides, Qing Chenfeng was a prodigy from the younger generation.

Was it wrong to get acquainted with exceptional individuals?

Definitely not.

Qing Chenfeng’s cave mansion was no ordinary dwelling. Though he referred to it as such, it was, in truth, a cultivation paradise. On this paradise was built a palace, perfectly reasonable, yet he still humbly called it a cave mansion.

"Lin Fan, your prowess is truly remarkable. Witnessing your battle with my senior brother left me full of awe," Liu Yuanhei remarked with a grin. Initially, he thought he’d simply underestimated Lin Fan during their earlier encounter, leading to his swift defeat. But after seeing the final sparring match, he realized he’d been too naive.

Even if he’d been highly vigilant, it would have made no difference.

He’d likely still have been obliterated.

"Brother Qing’s strength is formidable — his mana is extraordinarily robust, and his Divine Skills exceed all expectations," Lin Fan said.

As Lin Fan uttered these words...

Laughter rippled through the room.

Perplexed, Lin Fan looked around, puzzled. "What’s so funny? Did something amusing come to mind?"

When Liu Yuanhei and the others heard Lin Fan’s comment, they couldn’t help but laugh. Lin Fan had similarly ’comforted’ every defeated opponent before, and it always felt... odd. Though it seemed like a kind remark, somehow it always carried an unintended, peculiar undertone.

Qing Chenfeng began introducing everyone and pointed at a Saintess, saying, "This is one of our Sacred Land’s few Saintesses, Saintess Yimeng."

Lin Fan turned his gaze toward the Saintess.

"Holy smokes, incredible."

This Saintess was clearly exceptional — long flowing hair, a light touch of makeup, and a perfectly proportioned figure based on the golden ratio. Unlike the frosty demeanor of some True Disciples he encountered in his Immortal Sect, she carried an air of warmth.

"You’re so impressive! I didn’t expect such great power to be hidden inside that small frame of yours. Truly, little man, big capabilities," Saintess Yimeng teased, draping her soft arm over Lin Fan’s shoulder, her voice tinged with a bewitching allure.

She was a mature and irresistibly alluring Saintess.

Of course.

This didn’t mean the Saintess was flirtatious by nature — her tone was simply somewhat saucy.

Liu Yuanhei covered his face, too mortified to say anything further. Saintess Yimeng was back at it again. This sort of conduct easily caused outsiders to get the wrong idea about Sacred Land Saintesses.

"Saintess, what perfume are you using? It smells divine," Lin Fan sniffed the air indulgently, displaying a look of intoxication. Next, he reached out, attempting to grab her soft, slender hand for a closer whiff.

Unprepared for Lin Fan’s boldness, Saintess Yimeng instinctively retracted her hand, stating, "Typical of filthy-minded men — they all love taking liberties."

"If men don’t take liberties, are they even men? Look at you, Saintess. Seeing such an outstanding man, didn’t you immediately start with hands-on actions?" Lin Fan said.

He felt it was necessary to teach this Saintess a lesson.

Clearly, her mindset needed work.

Gender equality seemed lost on her.

How come women could get away with being flirtatious and not be called out?

"You shameless rogue! I refuse to stoop to your level," Saintess Yimeng fumed, her face darkening as she realized arguing further would be futile.

"Heh-heh!" Liu Yuanhei chuckled under his breath. This was the first time he’d seen Saintess Yimeng suffer a setback, utterly speechless against someone.

Qing Chenfeng shook his head, a trace of helplessness in his expression. His junior sister, Yimeng, was simply like that — playful and carefree.

Now, she’d encountered Lin Fan and ended up at a minor disadvantage. It might serve as a valuable lesson.

Lin Fan mingled with the Saint Heirs and Saintesses of the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land, and the atmosphere remained relatively harmonious.

Every place had its own factions and cliques.

For example, these Saint Heirs and Saintesses were but one such faction.

Ancient Immortal Sacred Land, being a vast Immortal Sect, naturally wouldn’t only consist of these few individuals. Others were likely busy cultivating or adventuring in search of great opportunities.

In the path of cultivation and the pursuit of immortality, lacking serendipitous encounters made achieving true ascension nearly impossible.

Unless you spent tens of thousands of years in seclusion, tirelessly accumulating mana. But even then, your lifespan had to hold up; otherwise, there was a real risk of succumbing to meditation and passing away.

Night fell.

Lin Fan happily departed Qing Chenfeng’s cave mansion, gazing up at the night sky. He felt deeply appreciative — what a marvelous era!

"Hey! Why are you following me? Don’t tell me you’re harboring some unsavory thoughts. I’ve seen plenty of men like you — all lust without guts. Right now, in the Sacred Land, if I let out a single shout, you’d be beaten to death," Saintess Yimeng snapped, turning to glare at Lin Fan trailing behind her with palpable annoyance. She was still holding a grudge over being teased in the cave mansion earlier.

Lin Fan sighed helplessly. "Seriously, can’t a guy have his peace? There’s only one path forward — you’re walking ahead while I walk behind. Do I not even have the right to use the same path?"

"And who’s got ’all lust, no guts’? If you keep up that nonsense, I might just increase your weight by a few dozen pounds. Want to try me?"

These days, Lin Fan truly wondered where women derived such an unwavering confidence.

"Go ahead then, let’s see what you’ve got! The moment you try anything, I’ll scream, mark my words!" Saintess Yimeng said coldly.

Lin Fan sighed aloud before suddenly stepping forward, catching her off guard, and pressing her against a tree. Tilting up her chin, he smirked slyly, "In the silence of the night, under such romantic circumstances, don’t you think were I to act on something, then leave cleanly, no one could track me?"

"And let’s not even talk about you going to Taiwu Immortal Sect for answers. If I just deny everything, then what could you possibly do?"

Lin Fan chuckled mischievously. He clearly had no intention of escalating matters — a little verbal banter was all.

Wait!

Something felt strange.

Why wasn’t she responding?

Lin Fan looked closely and realized Saintess Yimeng had fallen into a dazed state, leaning against the tree with an overwhelmed expression. She appeared truly startled.

"Never mind, never mind! I need to get some rest — can’t waste my time playing games with you," Lin Fan muttered, withdrawing and heading forward. He noticed she was still standing under the tree and added, "Hey! I hate to break it to you, but you’re kind of adorable. Don’t get all flirtatious for no reason. If people start thinking you’re a promiscuous Saintess, it’ll tarnish your reputation."

"By the way, those black stockings of yours look nice but feel a bit too seductive."

And with that, he strolled off without turning back.

Leaving Saintess Yimeng standing there beneath the tree.

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