Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 223 - 0220: Fleeing in Desperate Haste

What he hadn’t expected was that instead of drawing his wife over, he accidentally lured his son here.

Clearly, the Supreme God Talisman had a tremendous allure for the mad elder.

Perhaps... the Supreme God Talisman could help him restore his Divine Soul.

The thought of the mad elder regaining his Divine Soul...

sent a chill down his spine.

There would undoubtedly be a heaven-defying case of patricide.

For his own sake, it was better not to think too much about it.

He simply couldn’t understand the mad elder’s antics.

He says, "I’m scared," but does any of this behavior seem remotely scared?

Smashing people with the Blood Pool—what’s that supposed to mean?

"Where did this crazy old lunatic come from?"

Luo Baiying cursed internally. Completely deranged, it was clear at a glance there was something wrong with him. But soon, Luo Baiying noticed something was off. The opponent seemed to be swinging the Blood Pool around recklessly, but the sheer force...

Wherever the Blood Pool swept, space shattered, leaving behind one pitch-black vortex after another.

"Withering Decay."

A dead, oppressive aura condensed into a colossal skeleton, charging at the mad elder. With a loud crash, the menacing skeleton was instantly pulverized upon encountering the Blood Pool.

"What?" Luo Baiying’s eyes widened.

In the blink of an eye.

The Blood Pool appeared directly in front of him. A ruthless palm strike landed with a deafening bang.

Luo Baiying’s body wavered and he staggered backward. His mana quaked, his hand trembling, his face filled with horror. This was terrifying beyond belief—who on earth was this mad elder? What was this thing in his hand, and why did it possess such dreadful power?

"Dad! Help me, he’s hitting me... Waaa!" The mad elder wailed, wiping away tears and sniffles, before swinging the Blood Pool down once again.

BAM!

The Blood Pool shattered Luo Baiying’s invincible defensive barrier and smashed ferociously into his back. A resounding boom echoed; the back struck by the Blood Pool burst open, flesh mangled and bloodied. Perhaps due to the pressure, a faint blood jet spewed out with a hiss.

It might have pierced a major artery.

Suspended in the air, the mad elder turned to look at Lin Fan, his face filled with panic as he muttered, "Dad, he hit me! I’m scared."

"Son, don’t be scared. Smack him!" Lin Fan shouted.

Damnit!

So who’s beating up whom here? Could someone make it clear?

You’re the one hammering away at the guy—haven’t you noticed he’s gushing blood already?

Luo Baiying steadied his posture, glaring at the distant elder. Who was this man? How was he so terrifyingly powerful?

But...

He noticed that the mad elder didn’t seem right in the head.

As he contemplated this.

The mad elder let out a cry and charged forward, swinging his arms wildly. The Blood Pool in his hands swirled with unstoppable force. Luo Baiying employed extraordinary techniques to defend himself, but before the Blood Pool, everything was as flimsy as paper—it all shattered.

"Ah! Dad, he hit me again."

"I’m so scared."

"Stop hitting me!"

The mad elder wailed, but his actions didn’t stop. He couldn’t help it at this point; the attacks had become second nature. If he were to cease, it would only be if the other party stopped hitting him.

Luo Baiying was almost spitting blood.

Who’s hitting whom—can’t you even keep track?

He remained wary of the Blood Pool in the mad elder’s hands, knowing it was a Supreme Treasure, imbued with an ancient aura, unlike the usual Magical Treasures of the cultivation world.

Despite his greed for the treasure, the circumstances didn’t look promising for him to take possession of it.

He was being chased and bashed around by a mad elder—who would believe this?

Regardless of everything.

He was still in the True Immortal Realm. Even though his cultivation had slightly weakened due to certain reasons, being in the True Immortal Realm was an undisputed fact.

BOOM!

The Blood Pool struck again. Radiating thousands of lights to shield himself, his body still endured a devastating blow. Fresh blood spurted out wildly, staining the Heavenly Vault, transforming into a torrential blood rain.

At that moment.

A voice echoed.

"Fan Er, your mother is here."

Wei You arrived. Sensing that the Reverse Heavenly Four Saints Set was under attack, she had hurried over.

"What?"

Luo Baiying frowned, realizing Wei You had come based on her voice. The Reverse Heavenly Four Saints Set had once been widely known. Everyone knew about Wei You, and people were familiar with the prodigal personality of the son she had once resurrected—invincible and ostentatious, brandishing the Dao Artifact Set as if he could dominate everything.

Back then, the set was unimpressive in the eyes of true experts.

But now, he understood Wei You had enhanced the Reverse Heavenly Four Saints Set. The moment he attacked this individual earlier, Wei You had sensed it.

Wei You instantly pinpointed the mysterious black-robed figure, noticing his intention to flee. With a single palm strike, she unleashed mana that suppressed heaven and earth.

Luo Baiying didn’t hesitate further. Activating a Divine Power Secret Technique, golden light flashed under his feet like a heavenly road piercing through the Void, and his figure vanished on the spot—disappearing without a trace.

The mad elder swung the Blood Pool.

The Blood Pool descended but missed its mark.

The mad elder scanned his surroundings, searching for the person who had just tormented him but couldn’t locate them.

Wei You frowned. The opponent’s Divine Secret Skill was remarkable—it allowed them to escape right before her eyes, making it impossible for her to trace their whereabouts.

Indeed, they had some skill.

Turning her gaze to the mad elder, she left the matter alone for now and approached Lin Fan. Concerned, she asked, "Fan Er, are you alright?"

"Mom, I’m scared," Lin Fan feigned fragility. In front of his mother, he had to act vulnerable—what’s the point of putting on a tough face?

The mad elder approached Lin Fan, sniffling, "Dad, I’m scared."

In that moment.

The atmosphere became eerily quiet.

The mad elder stared at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan stared at Wei You.

Wei You stared at the mad elder.

The situation felt tangled—a complex web of relations that was hard to come to terms with.

As Wei You was about to ask questions.

Lin Fan said, "Call her Grandma."

The mad elder looked at Wei You, then called out, "Grandma, I was just beaten up."

Wei You froze in place, completely thunderstruck, her spirit slightly deranged.

If there were cigarettes available now, Wei You would definitely pinch one between two fingers, exhale deeply, and sigh—not smoke, but melancholy.

"Who is he?"

Wei You had already discerned his strength. If he could suppress the mysterious black-robed figure, there was no way he was ordinary. He might be a figure from the same era as her—or even more ancient.

"Mom, he’s my son," Lin Fan replied.

"Do you think your mother is easy to fool?" Wei You focused her gaze on Lin Fan, her expression shifting into one that promised trouble if he didn’t come out with the truth.

Hurriedly, Lin Fan said, "Mom, I’m really not lying—he really is my son. The thing is, it’s kind of like this... his..."

He lowered his voice and pointed at his head. "His brain isn’t quite right. For some reason, he insists that I’m his dad. This whole thing..."

Before Lin Fan could finish talking.

The mad elder, swaying from side to side, pursed his lips and protested, "Dad, Grandma, my brain is fine. I’m very smart."

Seeing the mad elder pout, Wei You pursed her lips tightly, seemingly suppressing a wave of nausea.

"Nobody said your brain isn’t fine. Of course, you’re very smart," Lin Fan comforted him. This wasn’t easy for him; life was really tough right now. A single man, stuck taking care of an old "child"—how could this be easy?

Lin Fan then roughly explained the mad elder’s situation to his mother.

The gist of it was clear.

This was the situation.

Wei You was silent for a long time. Even though she was a True Immortal Realm expert, it was hard for her to believe something like this.

But disbelief wasn’t an option.

The "Dad" and "Grandma" were called so effortlessly.

Could there be some kind of conspiracy?

Forget it.

Getting someone as powerful to call "Dad" and "Grandma"—how could that happen?

It seemed impossible.

Wei You gave the mad elder a look but didn’t comment further. Instead, she asked, "Do you know who that mysterious black robe was?"

"Mom, you don’t know?" Lin Fan asked in return.

Wei You shook her head. "No, that black aura is mysterious. I couldn’t see through it."

Lin Fan knew who the black-robed figure was, but he couldn’t say. First of all, the person would never openly admit their identity. Secondly, even if Lin Fan told his mother and she believed him, others might not. Words alone wouldn’t suffice—he’d at least need evidence.

Moreover, the black-robed figure clearly had secrets. Hiding their true identity while stirring up trouble here must mean they had some major plans.

His mother treated him well.

No need to drag her into any dangerous mess.

Since Luo Baiying had left, there was no pressing matter anymore. He could wait to settle his score with him until he was stronger. No need to clash head-on now.

Given his mother’s personality...

If she ever figured out who Luo Baiying was, she’d immediately go seeking trouble with him. Better to hold off for now.

"Mom, if even you couldn’t see through them, then there’s no way I could," Lin Fan said.

Wei You pondered for a moment before saying, "It’s strange—why would such a presence appear here? The Black Demon Platform was created from the tainted energy of a Demon’s demise, giving rise to Demonic creatures. There shouldn’t be anything else. How could someone so powerful exist here?"

"Seems like we need to pay more attention to this place in the future. Disciples shouldn’t be allowed to come here recklessly."

"Fan Er, come back with me."

Lin Fan replied, "Mom, I’ll head back in a bit. Wen Xian is still here, though he’s already passed out. The disciples are all waiting outside. I plan to leave with them."

Then, Lin Fan released Wen Xian from the Universe Tripod, slinging him over his shoulder.

Wei You smiled knowingly, as though already seeing through Lin Fan’s intentions.

"Alright then. Since that’s the case, I’ll leave first. With him around, I can rest assured."

Although the mad elder seemed mentally off...

At least his strength was undeniable.

Of course.

Wei You remained wary of the mad elder, concerned he might turn out to be a major problem.

As Wei You left, the mad elder called out, "Grandma, take care..."

Wei You, far away now, shivered slightly, almost losing her balance.

Terrifying and bizarre.

Difficult for ordinary people to process.

Even if she tried to accept it, without more time to adjust, it just wouldn’t be possible.

"Son, let’s go." Lin Fan hoisted Wen Xian over his shoulder, his face lighting up with a smile. Wen Xian, ah—you’d best just obediently remain as my junior disciple. Why fight me for the position of senior brother? It’s not like there’s a rule that says only the senior brother can become Sect Leader.

Make me comfortable and content.

No matter what you want to be.

As your senior brother, wouldn’t I support your wishes?

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