Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 219 - 0216: Racking My Brains for Him

Chapter 219: Chapter 0216: Racking My Brains for Him

Wen Xian Peak.

"Senior Brother, don’t be upset, don’t be disheartened. Your talent, capability, and cultivation—Junior Brother sees all of it. Besides, the Sect Leader regards you so highly. In the future, the Sect Leader position will surely be yours."

"Why fret so much over the True Disciple Ceremony?"

Ye Donglai comforted Senior Brother Wen Xian.

Look at his expression, look at his demeanor—he practically looks like he’s lost his mother.

"Right, Junior Brother Ye speaks very reasonably." Wen Xian’s face looked noticeably better. Obviously, Ye Donglai’s words had hit home.

Ye Donglai chuckled and said, "Senior Brother, your talent is unmatched. Everyone knows you’re a Ninth Grade Spirit Root, and achieving immortality is practically a given. How could Lin Fan possibly compete with you? It’s simply impossible."

"So there’s really no need to let this weigh on you. Instead, why not just relax, draw disciples to your peak, fortify Wen Xian Peak, and establish the number one mountain in the Immortal Sect."

If Lin Fan were here, he’d definitely slap Ye Donglai straight into the air.

This guy really is so damn good at buttering people up.

Wen Xian’s face showed a faint smile. "Then, in Junior Brother Ye’s view, what should I do?"

You know what?

Ye Donglai’s skill in flattery was genuinely impressive.

"Senior Brother, after ten years of secluded cultivation, you must be low on resources by now. Starting a peak and recruiting disciples will require resources to support them. You need both kindness and authority to make disciples lay down their lives for you."

"So right now, the most critical matter is for Senior Brother to secure a continuous supply of resources."

"Ye Zhen Tian managed to discover a Spirit Vein with an endless supply of Spirit Stones, making him one of the wealthiest among the True Disciples right now. Disciples flock to Zhen Tian Peak one after another."

Speaking of this, he couldn’t help but feel very envious.

Damn.

What ridiculous luck.

Why couldn’t he find a Spirit Vein like that? It pissed him off.

Wen Xian fell into deep thought. What Ye Donglai said made sense. As he had pointed out, Wen Xian now had high cultivation but not much wealth to his name.

"You’re absolutely right. I do need to amass some wealth. Currently, I only have two Dao Artifacts to my name, but Spirit Stones and Elixirs—I don’t have much. Recruiting disciples to the peak might sustain me for a while, but not for long."

He muttered to himself, completely disregarding Ye Donglai’s darkening expression.

This bastard.

The phrase "only" was downright arrogant.

Could he not take other people’s feelings into account?

Ye Donglai was truly envious of Wen Xian. This guy had practically been born with a golden key in his mouth. After being identified as a Ninth Grade Spirit Root, he was sent by the Sect Leader to the Sect’s Forbidden Land to cultivate.

With the aid of the Supreme Elder, Wen Xian had reached his current cultivation level in just ten short years.

Not to mention, he had been gifted two Dao Artifacts.

If such fortune had landed on him, how wonderful would that be?

It’s just a fantasy.

This was far from realistic—after all, he wasn’t in anyone’s good graces.

...

Inside the Immortal Sect.

"Friend Lin, I honestly didn’t expect your mother to be Wei You."

When Gong Mo found out about this, he was thoroughly astonished. Someone with such a big background had managed to stay so low-key in the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land—it was truly unexpected.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Friend Gong, my mother is my mother; I am me. These are two separate matters. Moreover, I’ve never used my mother’s reputation to throw my weight around. It would harm her dignity."

"Admirable, truly admirable," Gong Mo sighed. "If it were someone else, they’d probably already be wild with arrogance. Only you, Friend Lin, can have such a mindset."

"Hahaha..." Lin Fan laughed heartily.

What a well-said compliment, what a perfect way to flatter.

Even if he was just indulging in some bragging himself, it still felt pretty great.

"Friend Lin, regarding this upcoming True Disciple Ceremony, I have a feeling that your sect’s Sect Leader intends to appoint that disciple as the next Sect Leader. What do you think about this?"

Gong Mo wasn’t blind, and he could see it clearly.

At the same time, he was quite perplexed.

Given that Friend Lin was Wei You’s son, his status and identity were top-tier—so what was the Sect Leader’s reasoning?

Although that disciple’s strength was solid, Friend Lin’s strength was equally outstanding.

Between the two, it was hard to call which was superior, but in Gong Mo’s opinion, Friend Lin had the edge.

Lin Fan said, "Friend Gong, this matter falls within the Sect Leader’s purview and has nothing to do with me. As for how things turn out in the end—that’s for the Sect Leader to decide. Besides, I don’t have much interest in the Sect Leader position."

"To cultivate immortality, roam the heavens—that is true joy. Why bother courting irritations?"

Gong Mo nodded. "Well said, Friend Lin. That is indeed the case. It’s quite a burdensome affair; the weight of leading an Immortal Sect is very heavy."

The two strolled through the Immortal Sect.

Lin Fan invited Gong Mo to visit his mountain peak, and Gong Mo discovered that it was extraordinary. Such arrangements could only have been made by someone extremely powerful. He understood that Friend Lin held a very important place in Wei You’s heart as the Supreme Elder.

Later, they roamed around some more.

"Friend Lin, did you know that Kunyu Mountain has seen a large-scale appearance of Demons recently?" Gong Mo asked.

Lin Fan shook his head. "I wasn’t aware. But how could Kunyu Mountain have such a large-scale appearance of Demons? I recall that the Graveyard there was the primary gathering place for Demons. Could they be up to something?"

He had been to Kunyu Mountain.

Its outer regions weren’t much of a concern, but the Demons in the Graveyard were indeed formidable.

The Ten Thousand Saints Demon King possessed astounding strength—even with the Four Sacred Reversing Blades, it was impossible to kill.

An immensely powerful Void Realm Demon—it had long been on Lin Fan’s mind.

"Based on our investigation, the Ten Thousand Saints Demon King from the Graveyard has emerged, and there are Demons hiding in Kunyu Mountain. Presumably, they’re aiming to weaken the strength of our Immortal Path."

Gong Mo speculated that Demons shouldn’t appear in Kunyu Mountain. Since they had, it could only mean something was changing.

Lin Fan outwardly showed no immediate interest in these matters.

But he had already etched it into his mind.

It seemed there might be an opportunity to revisit Kunyu Mountain.

...

The Sect Leader gathered several elders.

"What do you say about this matter?"

He was still somewhat unwilling to let go.

He had clearly planned to pave the way for Wen Xian, but in the end, everything turned into chaos, leaving him helpless.

"Wen Xian has been in seclusion for ten years. Though he is well-known among the disciples, he lacks prestige and influence. To gain their support, they need to see his merits," an elder remarked.

Another elder added, "Indeed. In that case, why not organize a trial? Let the True Disciples lead other disciples on an expedition. The selected location should be relatively safe and within the True Disciples’ capacity."

The Sect Leader nodded.

He agreed wholeheartedly.

"This plan is workable."

"But do you have any locations in mind for the trial?"

The Sect Leader asked.

After a moment of contemplation.

An elder suggested, "How about Black Demon Platform? The site where the Black Demon was slain years ago has, over hundreds of years, nurtured some Demonic Creatures. They’re not too strong. With True Disciples as the leaders, it shouldn’t pose too great a challenge."

"Alright, Black Demon Platform it is," the Sect Leader declared.

He needed to have a proper discussion with Wen Xian. The focus this time was to establish his prestige and earn the respect of the disciples; otherwise, he’d remain far removed from other True Disciples.

Nightfall!

Lin Fan sat cross-legged in his room—not because he didn’t want to sleep but because he couldn’t.

Jiu Er slept nearby, sprawled out and carefree, snoring blissfully.

The Mad Elder was snoozing on the other side.

"Sigh, these days aren’t what I imagined..." Lin Fan sighed in exasperation.

What kind of setup is this?

A little girl on one side, a crazy old man on the other, and he stuck in the middle cultivating.

Lin Fan pulled the blanket up for Jiu Er and noticed the Mad Elder, who had spent all day playing wildly until his face was covered in dirt. Grabbing a towel, Lin Fan wiped off the grime on the elder’s face.

His mountain peak was sparsely populated.

He hadn’t recruited any Junior Brothers yet, so for now it was peaceful. After some time, he planned to recruit and liven up the mountain peak.

He hadn’t told anyone about the Mad Elder.

One reason was that no one had asked.

The other was that there was no need.

A few days later.

The Taiwu Immortal Sect issued a mission involving Inner Sect and Outer Sect disciples—a trial at Black Demon Platform to hunt Demonic Creatures.

It also came with Immortal Sect contributions that could be exchanged for cultivation resources.

True Disciples were assigned as team leaders.

Inner Sect and Outer Sect disciples would follow whichever True Disciple the sect assigned them to.

When Lin Fan heard about it.

He couldn’t help but laugh like a pig.

The Sect Leader really went to great lengths for Wen Xian, even coming up with this whole arrangement.

The feeling of having the path paved for you must be pretty nice.

Immortal Gate Square.

Quite a few True Disciples had already arrived.

Lin Fan stood among them, observing the group of disciples behind him and glancing at the distant Sect Leader.

Come on now.

Why had he been assigned all Outer Sect disciples?

And look at Wen Xian’s side—it was all Inner Sect disciples.

The discrepancy was vast.

One group could only play around in the outskirts, while the other could venture deeper inside.

Ye Donglai quietly approached Lin Fan and said, "Brother Lin, this doesn’t seem right. Why were you given all Outer Sect disciples? I bet this was Wen Xian’s doing, deliberately asking the Sect Leader to arrange it."

"I’m not okay with this. I’m going to go ask the Sect Leader if there’s been a mistake."

He wanted to make a good impression on Lin Fan.

Of course, he had to praise Wen Xian, but he couldn’t let Lin Fan off either—he had to flatter him as well.

Naturally.

What he said now was intentional.

Lin Fan would surely stop him and say something like, "You’re so considerate, but it’s fine. No need for that."

But. The outcome was completely unexpected.

Lin Fan replied, "Alright, go ahead and ask what’s going on. Are they deliberately targeting me?"

Ye Donglai blinked his eyes in disbelief.

Was he serious?

Was he really sending him to ask? Isn’t that basically asking for a death sentence?

"Senior Brother, how about I swap places with you? I’ll take the ones you’re leading, and you can take the ones I’ve got. Don’t worry—I’m completely willing, no objections at all," Ye Donglai said.

Lin Fan took a good look at him. Truly impressive.

With the blink of an eye.

He had managed to change the subject.

Skills like this—how could you not take your hat off to him?

Just then.

The Sect Leader began speaking: "Today’s trial is the result of months of deliberation by the sect. Many disciples have proposed that cultivation resources are too scarce, so today marks the beginning of the sect’s reforms."

"Henceforth, disciples will earn contributions for completing sect missions."

"The higher the contributions, the better the resources you can exchange for."

"For this first trial, True Disciples will lead the teams."

"Black Demon Platform will be your trial site. Hunt Demonic Creatures and bring them back to the sect to earn contributions."

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