Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 200 - 0197: Such a Perfect Environment to Show Off

Chapter 200: Chapter 0197: Such a Perfect Environment to Show Off

A few days later.

Lin Fan had been tailing the sinister man all along, and today, he discovered the man, accompanied by his entourage, heading out of the city. It seemed the white-clothed man was planning his escape.

At this moment.

In a corner of the city wall, a man bent over, skulking and darting glances around him. After confirming that no one was watching, he lowered his head to inspect the dog hole.

He gritted his teeth.

And crawled through without hesitation.

Throughout history, how many people who achieved great deeds haven’t crossed through a dog hole? Even those who bent their knees in surrender have done it. In truth, isn’t everyone born through some sort of hole, only in varied forms?

What is there to be ashamed of?

Besides, he considered himself a small fry, unworthy of worrying about such matters.

Emperor Zhou had already changed his clothes, thoroughly prepared during this time. He specifically cleaned himself up and purchased numerous talismans, exhausting his savings.

The Spirit Grass he possessed, however, remained unsold.

In order to avoid alarming others and drawing attention.

"Blood Sea Divine Sect, as long as I, Emperor Zhou, am still breathing, I will destroy your entire sect!" A murderous gleam flashed in Emperor Zhou’s eyes, starkly contrasting his prior trembling display before the Demon Child.

Crawling out through the dog hole.

Emperor Zhou retrieved several talismans and slapped them onto himself. Radiant streaks of light flashed across his body, filling him with a surge of strength.

Then, he soared into the sky.

His speed was astonishing, surpassing that of the Golden Core Realm.

Originally, he possessed over 100,000 Spirit Stones, but to ensure his survival and escape, he spent them all on talismans.

His power was nowhere near that of his pursuers.

His only option was to boost his speed through talismans and flee before they could react.

Moreover, to ensure foolproof escape,

He spent a significant amount of Spirit Stones hiring a powerful cultivator to cleanse his body of any suspicious marks. His greatest fear was the rumored tracking traces placed by the Demon Child of the Blood Sea Divine Sect.

The cultivator assured him that the mark had been removed.

This brought him some relief.

He couldn’t afford to wait until the fifteenth day when he would be expelled from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Otherwise, by then,

There would truly be no escape, nowhere to run or hide.

Time passed.

Emperor Zhou detected no abnormalities, no disturbances in the surroundings, nor did he feel any oppressive sense of danger.

In a hidden location.

He couldn’t resist breaking into laughter.

"Hahaha... I’ve finally escaped!"

Emperor Zhou was ecstatic, deciding to live incognito for a while. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was temporarily off-limits; at least a few months would need to pass before he could return.

He planned to sell the Eighth Grade Spirit Grass he had.

To exchange for cultivation materials.

"Really?"

At that moment, a voice rang out, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. Emperor Zhou was so startled that his hair stood on end and cold sweat dripped down his back.

How could this be?

He couldn’t believe he had been tracked so precisely.

"Heh, you do have some tricks. You even guessed I left a mark on you."

"But unfortunately..."

"Few dare to tamper with the tracking marks of the Blood Sea Divine Sect."

Suddenly.

Three figures appeared, floating in the sky.

The Demon Child of the Blood Sea Divine Sect radiated an overpowering sinister energy. Behind him stood two elderly figures like emotionless corpses, exuding a chilling aura.

Emperor Zhou’s face turned pale.

He realized he had been duped.

That so-called expert had never removed the mark. It explained the cultivator’s hesitation earlier—he wasn’t struggling with difficulty but had already recognized the Blood Sea Divine Sect’s pursuit mark.

Not only had the mark not been erased,

The expert had taken tens of thousands of Spirit Stones for nothing.

Hateful, truly hateful!

"Demon Child, I realize my mistake. I offer this Spirit Grass to you without asking for anything in return—just spare me this once." Emperor Zhou held out the Eighth Grade Spirit Grass, humbling himself and pleading.

This was his only chance at survival.

If spared,

He could rebuild and exact revenge in the future.

"Heh." The Demon Child sneered, five fingers stretched out. The Eighth Grade Spirit Grass shot directly into his palm with a whooshing sound. "Interesting. I gave you a chance in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, but you failed to seize it. Now, here you are, with no one to shield you."

"Do you think I’d let you off?"

"Go. Kill him and preserve his body intact—I want to refine him into a Slave Corpse Demon."

The Demon Child waved his hand, showing zero interest in acting personally.

"Understood."

One of the emotionless old men responded, stepping forward. A suffocating aura descended.

Emperor Zhou’s heart pounded violently.

Such overwhelming power.

He hadn’t anticipated the old men beside the Demon Child to be this terrifying—so much so that he struggled to breathe.

"Fine, I’ve already handed over the Eighth Grade Spirit Grass, yet you still want my life. I, Emperor Zhou, swear to the heavens: even if I die, I’ll return as an Evil Ghost to demand vengeance!"

Emperor Zhou roared furiously.

He had never envisioned such a calamity.

And now, it seemed inescapable.

He had no idea what to do; evading the pursuit was utterly impossible.

Thus.

He braced himself.

Even if it cost him everything, he would strive to escape.

At this moment.

A voice echoed.

"Under the bright skies and a clear heaven, committing robberies and murder? How disgraceful, vile, and depraved!"

Lin Fan strolled leisurely from the distance.

Initially, he planned to wait for the Demon Child of the Blood Sea Divine Sect to finish off this doomed man before stepping in.

But upon reflection, he thought better of it.

As cultivators, championing righteousness is what we do. When you can intervene, you should intervene. Plus, having witnesses admire you afterward and express their gratitude—doesn’t that seem splendid?

"And who might you be? Dare meddle in my business?"

The Demon Child scrutinized Lin Fan, wondering where this fool had popped out from to stick his nose where it didn’t belong. What audacity. Unfortunately... meddling requires strength—does this man possess it?

"It doesn’t matter who you are. Whenever injustice arises, I’ll be there. Judging by your youth, you’ve many good days ahead. I’ll give you a choice: kneel, kowtow thrice, and call me grandpa. Then I’ll spare your miserable life."

"Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Lin Fan said nonchalantly.

Deep down, he thought, "Hey, you being hunted down over there—can you feel the overwhelming aura I’ve radiated to save you?"

"Kill him," the Demon Child commanded tersely.

As the Demon Child of the Blood Sea Divine Sect, never had he tolerated such arrogant provocations. Against such imbeciles, he didn’t bother taking action personally.

Rather, he preferred to let them regret their stupidity.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Both old men struck simultaneously, apparently sensing Lin Fan’s not-so-simple power.

Lin Fan dismissed them entirely.

Neither human nor ghost.

Just pathetic half-human, half-demonic creatures.

At this instant.

Several chilling glints streaked through the air, and the old men’s fingers gleamed like sharp blades wrapped in a sinister aura.

"To handle you, I need not dirty my own hands."

Lin Fan unleashed the Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact: Soul Extinguishing Umbrella.

Whoosh!

The Soul Extinguishing Umbrella, obtained by defeating the Yellow Wind Demon, was more than sufficient for this task.

Swish!

Swish!

As the umbrella spun furiously, dazzling rays shot outward. When used by the Yellow Wind Demon, the artifact unleashed chaotic demonic winds. But under Lin Fan’s control, it radiated a majestic and righteous light.

It showed the strength of virtuous individuals to transform everything.

Whoosh!

The rays enveloped both old men, triggering gut-wrenching screams. Black smoke billowed from their bodies as if being vaporized.

Their skin began to rot.

Witnessing this, the Demon Child’s expression shifted slightly, "A Spiritual Artifact capable of destroying Divine Souls—impressive. No wonder you dared to challenge me. But pity you’re unaware of my true power."

As he spoke.

The two old men appeared utterly empty, their limbs drooping lifelessly before plummeting to the ground.

Lin Fan had long discerned that these two were no longer truly human.

While their cultivation stood at the Nascent Soul Realm,

A specialized weapon countering their Divine Souls could devastate them entirely.

Naturally.

Lacking such a countermeasure would mean battling two Nascent Soul experts head-on.

The experience would undoubtedly be... unforgettable.

Lin Fan considered telling Emperor Zhou: "See? With me here, you’ve nothing to fear."

But what surprised him was—

Emperor Zhou took the opportunity to flee desperately, racing towards the horizon.

As if lingering a second longer would lead to certain death.

To Emperor Zhou, trusting anyone was out of the question. Lin Fan’s surprise appearance only incited greater paranoia.

He hadn’t anticipated the Eighth Grade Spirit Grass drawing so much attention, dreading how many others might still be lurking nearby.

While the Spirit Grass was indeed precious,

Compared to his life, it was utterly insignificant.

He firmly believed that as long as he lived, whatever he lost could always be regained.

"Such a perfect moment to show off ruined like this. Do I seem like a villain?"

Lin Fan sighed helplessly. He truly wasn’t a bad person.

The Demon Child stored the Spirit Grass, "Not bad. With such capabilities, you’re clearly no ordinary man. Very well, I shall handle you personally. Prepare to experience an unimaginable disaster."

"No need for idle chatter. Come at me." Lin Fan beckoned with his finger.

[Ji Zhenmo: Fifth Level Nascent Soul Realm]

[Potential Drops: ...]

[Notes: You insolent fool. To challenge even me—death awaits.]

Though his opponent was at the Nascent Soul Realm, the potential loot seemed extraordinary. Treasures aplenty. Almost unbelievable.

"Let’s see if your arrogance can back itself up." A sinister growl echoed as Ji Zhenmo pushed his mana, launching a palm strike imbued with an eerie, malevolent aura.

Demon Path techniques and Divine Skills were notoriously bizarre.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

As his palm descended, chilling winds erupted, dropping the surrounding temperature drastically. Even the very air seemed to crystallize.

This was the Blood Sea Divine Sect’s art—a technique capable of freezing mana itself.

Ji Zhenmo aimed to end the fight in one move, freezing Lin Fan into an ice sculpture and smashing him to pieces.

Lin Fan countered with a punch, dragon roars resounded—Nine Dragons Invincible Emperor Fist. The Nine Dragons united as one, clashing fiercely with the palm strike.

BAM!

Though not world-shattering, the collision was earth-quaking.

Thousands of years of accumulated mana collided.

The resulting shockwave was terrifying and extraordinary.

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