Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 209 - 0206: My Son, The Good-for-Nothing

Chapter 209: Chapter 0206: My Son, The Good-for-Nothing

Lin Fan pondered on what to do next.

Having a son with the cultivation level of the True Immortal Realm—what a delightful thing that was.

"Dad, I want some candied hawthorn."

The crazed old man tugged at Lin Fan’s hand, pointing to a distant vendor shouting his wares, drooling with the eagerness of a child.

How could Lin Fan deny his son food? Candied hawthorn, really—that was nothing.

It would hardly cost a few coins.

He considered himself incredibly fortunate.

Even though he hadn’t obtained any supreme treasures, he kept stumbling across rare talents. Perhaps this was the blessing of immense immortal karma; the things he encountered were alive, unlike others who encountered only dead objects.

"Dad, it’s so sweet." The crazed old man held the candied hawthorn, eating it happily, then held it out to Lin Fan. "Dad, you have to try it—it’s really sweet."

Lin Fan reached out with a fatherly hand and gently stroked his head. "Dad doesn’t need it; you eat it yourself."

"Alright." The crazed old man childishly nodded, joyfully nodding his head and chomping on the candied hawthorn bite by bite.

The passersby who overheard their conversation sighed regretfully. How cruel it was to be unable to cultivate.

Just look at these two if you wanted proof.

A father capable of cultivation and a son who wasn’t—it was hard to believe such a dynamic really existed unless someone had overheard them.

Lin Fan left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion with the crazed old man. He now wanted to test his luck outside. If fortune favored him and someone tried to pick a fight, wouldn’t that be another wave of rewards for him?

The crazed old man, having found his dad, was elated to the point of feeling safe and secure.

He kept glancing at Lin Fan.

As if afraid his father might suddenly vanish.

Outside the city.

"Son, let me tell you something," Lin Fan said, ready to make his move on the crazed old man. A son delivered to his doorstep—how could he not treat him properly?

"Dad, what is it?" The crazed old man blinked innocently, his wide eyes so pure and guileless that it made Lin Fan hesitate for a moment.

But there was no choice.

Without asking, there’d be no payoff.

"Son, do you have any treasures on you that Dad can take a look at?" Lin Fan gently stroked his head. "Dad doesn’t mean anything by it; he just wants to have a peek. Is that okay?"

The crazed old man looked confused. "Dad, I don’t have anything good."

"Are you pretending with your old man? Dad saw the treasure you’re carrying—it’s the Blood Pool, right? Be a good boy and show it to Dad," Lin Fan said, having already scoped out the contents of the crazed old man’s belongings in detail.

Though the old man was indeed poor.

The Blood Pool, however, was invaluable.

"Is it really that valuable? I’ve always thought of it as a toy." The crazed old man took out the Blood Pool casually.

The moment it appeared, an ancient and desolate aura emanated from it.

Scarlet light streaked across the sky, creating a shocking vision.

Lin Fan held the Blood Pool in his hands. "Son, Dad really likes this. Let’s say you’re giving it to your dad. Later, when we go elsewhere, Dad will buy some nice things for you."

But then...

Lin Fan hadn’t anticipated this: the crazed old man, upon seeing his "toy" taken away, froze for a moment, his eyes reddened, and then burst out crying.

"My toy! That’s my toy!"

Lin Fan placated, "Be good—let Dad play with it for now. I’ll give it back to you after a while, alright?"

Unfortunately, for a child robbed of his toy, this was utterly unacceptable.

"Waaaaah!"

"My toy! I want my toy back!"

Unable to stop with just cries, the crazed old man began rolling on the ground, wailing and screaming incessantly, "I want my toy back!"

Lin Fan let out a long sigh, feeling helpless. "A son’s misbehavior is the father’s fault. Let’s see how far you want to take this tantrum."

Such situations couldn’t be tolerated lightly.

And he couldn’t back down either. Otherwise, if it happened again, how would he deal with it?

"Go ahead, cry."

"We’ll see how long you can keep this up."

When you’re tired, you’ll understand who’s really in charge.

Lin Fan stood there with his arms crossed, silently waiting.

"Waaaaah! I want my toy!" The crazed old man kept rolling on the ground, his body covered in dust. Time passed by, and he peeked at Lin Fan stealthily.

Seeing Lin Fan still standing there, unbothered, he cried even louder.

"Waaaah!"

Lin Fan remained utterly unfazed. Ha!

You think you can outlast me? Let’s see how long you can keep crying. Eventually, you’ll get up obediently.

Though he’d already secured the Blood Pool, he hadn’t thought of just leaving.

After all, this son was in the True Immortal Realm—very useful. Losing him would’ve been a shame.

Even if this turned into a long battle.

He refused to believe he would lose.

As night fell and then turned to dawn.

Day after day passed.

The crazed old man kept crying loudly, showing no signs of exhaustion, and even seemed to cry with renewed energy.

Good grief.

At this rate, how long would this go on?

"Isn’t this overdoing it a bit?"

Lin Fan couldn’t handle it anymore. The cries were far too intense—it was unnerving.

Finally...

"Alright, stop crying. Dad will give you the toy back. What an ungrateful brat—you can’t bear to let Dad take a look?" Lin Fan returned the Blood Pool to him.

The crazed old man grabbed it lightning-fast, secured it, and immediately broke into a grin, his face beaming as if he’d won a victory.

Lin Fan reluctantly let it go. The Blood Pool was truly a treasure, but with no other choice, and because he didn’t want to lose this powerhouse of a son, he handed it back.

He even wanted to say, "If your cultivation level were lower, let’s see if I’d still care about you."

"Dad, you’re the best," the crazed old man said joyfully.

Hearing him call him "Dad" again made Lin Fan feel slightly better. No matter how hard you cry, Dad will always be Dad. You think you can overturn heaven?

And so...

The two of them continued walking ahead.

The crazed old man returned to his innocent, carefree state, hopping and skipping along.

Blood Sea Divine Sect.

Ji the Old Demon was in secluded recovery. He had terrible luck, having encountered the crazed old man, and was severely injured in the process. Luckily, the sect possessed plenty of elixirs.

Of course.

Fully recovering was extremely difficult.

His foundations were damaged.

The power unleashed by the opponent wielding the Blood Pool was far too overwhelming.

When he was struck, he had felt as if his body was on the verge of collapse.

The sensation had been unimaginable.

After several days of recovery, his external wounds had completely healed, but his damaged foundations required long-term restoration.

Main Hall.

"Sect Hierarch, that’s the situation. The Blood Pool wielded by the crazed old man is incredibly terrifying—it’s likely beyond the level of a Dao Artifact. It might even be an Immortal Artifact," Ji the Old Demon recounted his experience.

The Sect Hierarch responded, "A crazed old man? For someone powerful enough to suppress you, he must surely not be a mere nobody. As for the Blood Pool you mentioned, I’ve neither seen nor even heard of it before."

Ji the Old Demon’s heart was filled with unwillingness.

This time, he had suffered immense losses.

Not to mention losing his son.

Even he himself was nearly beaten to death. If it hadn’t been for the old man’s erratic demeanor, he might have been killed outright.

The Sect Hierarch took Ji the Old Demon’s report seriously. Setting aside the old man’s identity, just the treasure in his hands clearly wasn’t ordinary. Coming across such a treasure without fighting for it—what kind of person wouldn’t deserve divine retribution?

However, his position required him to remain at the sect and unable to leave. He ordered Ji the Old Demon to dispatch disciples to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to investigate.

If useful leads were discovered.

He wouldn’t mind personally making a trip.

...

Lin Fan had long adapted to his new "role." Having an "extra" son like this didn’t change his life drastically.

As he looked at his son’s crazed demeanor, a flicker of thought crossed his gaze.

Such a fine treasure...

He needed to think of a way to acquire it.

And he had to make his son willingly hand it over.

If the crazed old man knew what Lin Fan was thinking, he would undoubtedly exclaim in disbelief:

"I treat you as my dad."

"But you’re plotting against your son’s toy? What a failure of a dad you are."

"Son."

"Have you noticed anything odd lately?"

Lin Fan wanted to test his crazed son’s alertness, but he knew that from the moment he asked the question, he had already lost.

The crazed old man looked confused. "Dad, what odd thing?"

Lin Fan let out a long sigh and spoke to the empty air.

"You’ve been tailing me for days—why hide any longer? Why not come out and show yourself so I know your intentions?"

There hadn’t been any sign of being followed when they left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion City.

It was only when the crazed old man revealed the Blood Pool.

Its red light spread wide.

Attracting all sorts of greedy treasure hunters.

He hadn’t called them out immediately, instead leading them away from the confines of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Just look at the endless yellow sand around them—didn’t this look like the perfect place for a fight?

At least this way, when they died, someone might eventually deal with their remains.

"Hahaha, didn’t expect you to notice us," a voice rang out, followed by several figures emerging from the swirling sand. They were cultivators of decent strength, judging by their appearances and attire, clearly the type who waylaid and robbed travelers.

Lin Fan didn’t pay much attention to the three rogues.

But regardless of his interest level.

What mattered was that these three cultivators could bring him some benefits.

Having a son meant using him wisely.

Not using him would be such a waste.

"Son, take these three men down for Dad and bring them to me," Lin Fan said nonchalantly. Though the three were somewhat stronger than him, their gap compared to his son was laughable.

However...

The crazed old man timidly shrank behind Lin Fan. "Dad, I’m scared. They’re bad people."

Damn it!

You’re a True Immortal, and you’re telling me you’re scared? You might as well drop dead now.

"Hahahahaha..."

"How amusing. An incapable father protecting his son—for the sake of your kid’s life, I advise you to hand over the treasure we saw earlier. If you don’t, my brothers and I will show you no mercy."

"When that happens, don’t blame us for giving you no chance to survive."

Lin Fan turned to look at the crazed old man. "Son, they’re insulting your dad. Don’t you have any feelings about that?"

"Dad, I’m scared. They’re bad people," the crazed old man stammered, shrinking further. Clearly terrified.

Lin Fan sighed once more.

I raised a useless son.