Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 224 - 0211: Senior Brother, Long Live

"What on earth is going on."

Ye Donglai was bewildered. He didn’t know whether Wen Xian had been beaten to death or managed to escape by clinging to life—at least he needed some direction.

Thinking about the time.

It should have ended long ago.

Maybe Wen Xian was truly unfortunate and perished. How tragic, how pitiful, how lamentable—a once-in-a-generation prodigy gone just like that.

Sure enough, everything was as he predicted.

Cultivation is all about talent.

To truly excel in cultivating immortality, one must be adept at navigating every corner, forging connections everywhere. Even if Senior Brother Wen Xian were to die, Ye Donglai still made sure to mourn him in his heart, treating him as the good senior brother in his mind.

Pfft!

Ye Donglai spat blood, then smeared the blood across his face.

"Ah, my shining black hair... such a shame."

He made his long hair a bit disheveled, then fled into the distance—it was time to go sell misery.

The Black Demon Platform Cliff.

A crowd of disciples gathered there.

Each face showed worry. The three senior brothers had been inside for quite some time, and nobody knew what was happening. All they hoped was for nothing serious to occur.

"Do you think something might’ve gone wrong?"

"Impossible! Shut your crow’s mouth! Anyone could have trouble, but the three senior brothers? No way!"

"The three senior brothers are immensely powerful. Even if they cannot defeat the enemy, they surely have the ability to escape. We just need to wait patiently."

At this moment.

A figure emerged from the vortex.

Ye Donglai appeared, panicked and shaken. The bloodstains on his body made the disciples’ hearts sink, as they secretly thought something must be wrong.

"Brother Ye, why are you the only one to come out?"

A disciple asked hesitantly, though they sensed that something was off—they still clung to a faint hope.

"Ah, gone. Completely gone. The enemy Wen Xian and I encountered was unbelievably strong. Even with the two of us combined, we were no match. In the final moments, Senior Brother Wen Xian sacrificed himself to send me away."

"It’s all my fault for being so useless."

"If only I were a little stronger, things wouldn’t have turned out this way."

Ye Donglai’s acting was flawless.

His expressions, demeanor—everything hit the mark.

If graded, he’d easily score ninety-eight points. The two missing points? They’d be deducted for his injuries not being severe enough—lacking a truly shocking visual impact.

"Brother, did Brother Lin also go to help? Did you see Brother Lin?" a disciple asked.

Ye Donglai froze.

Lin Fan?

Damn!

He hadn’t anticipated that Lin Fan would also go to help. After a brief moment of contemplation, Ye Donglai realized he needed to think through this matter carefully.

"I don’t know. Maybe Senior Brother Wen Xian sent me out, and Brother Lin arrived afterward."

He didn’t dare say he’d seen no trace of Lin Fan.

This would complicate things immensely.

After all, offending someone like Lin Fan was a risky move—especially since, as the son of the Supreme Elder, Lin would surely have protective treasures on him.

"What do we do now."

"Both senior brothers have disappeared. Where should we even look? I guess we’ll have to go back to the Immortal Sect and report this to the Sect Leader."

The disciples were distraught, resembling headless flies. What could they do? There were no options available.

At that moment.

A voice came from the distance.

"It’s good that you’re all still here. I was genuinely worried you might go in too."

Ye Donglai’s heart trembled slightly when he heard the voice. He was fortunate—extremely fortunate—lucky he hadn’t spoken ill of Lin Fan earlier. Otherwise, he’d surely be in trouble now.

All the disciples turned to look at the vortex.

Lin Fan emerged, carrying someone on his shoulder. Upon closer examination, it was revealed to be Wen Xian.

"They’ve come out."

"Brother Lin and Brother Wen have come out."

Most of the disciples sighed in relief—it was good they’d come out.

"Brother Lin, is Brother Wen alright?" a disciple asked.

Lin Fan smiled and replied, "He’s fine. Not a single serious issue—just a few injuries. Fortunately, a disciple informed me that Brother Wen was in trouble, allowing me to arrive in time and rescue him. Otherwise, Brother Wen might’ve vanished completely. When he wakes up, I’ll make sure to have a talk with him as his senior brother. He should properly reward you all."

Ye Donglai stood motionless, lost in thought.

What now?

What on earth should he do now?

As he wrestled with these questions, Lin Fan smiled and said, "Brother Ye, what are you thinking about so intently? Thinking so deeply? And—what happened to you? How come you’re injured too? Not badly hurt, I hope?"

Upon seeing Ye Donglai’s injuries.

Lin Fan almost couldn’t contain his laughter.

Bravo—truly brilliant!

The scheme ran deep.

"Brother Lin, you’ve finally come out. You scared me to death. It’s a relief that your strength allowed you to save Brother Wen."

"Brother Wen is truly fortunate to have a senior brother like you, Brother Lin."

Ye Donglai quickly stepped forward, winking and cupping his fist toward Lin Fan. If there weren’t so many disciples present, he might’ve knelt and kowtowed to beg Lin Fan not to expose him—to give him a way out.

"Fortunate indeed. Truly fortunate. Do you feel lucky to have a senior brother like me too?"

Lin Fan gazed at Ye Donglai, a smile curling at his lips. He’d already seen through the man’s little tricks.

Let him act—there’ll be consequences.

Not what you expected, huh?

Did you think things would go a different way?

Ye Donglai didn’t need to explain further—Lin Fan already knew exactly what he’d been plotting.

Afraid Wen Xian’s dire situation would drag him down, yet compelled to act due to circumstance—so he feigned injuries, betting on nobody witnessing his supposed escape.

But who would’ve thought Lin Fan would show up?

Not just that—he saved Wen Xian, turning the situation upside down. Awkward much?

Ye Donglai nodded frantically.

"Lucky. Extremely lucky. Having a senior brother like you is truly the greatest blessing of my life."

Then he turned to the surrounding disciples, raising his voice with enthusiasm:

"Fellow junior brothers and sisters, Senior Brother Lin dared to face death without flinching and finally rescued Senior Brother Wen Xian. Tell me—where could we ever find such a remarkable senior brother?"

Ye Donglai knew Lin Fan aimed to claim the title of Senior Master Brother, and in the sect, Wen Xian had been a major obstacle to that—not to mention the handful of others who resisted Lin Fan’s claim. But the rest? They were irrelevant—none could truly challenge Wen Xian or Lin Fan.

The disciples chorused, "Indeed, Senior Master Brother is amazing!"

Lin Fan looked at Ye Donglai.

What an opportunist—this guy clearly knew how to ingratiate himself.

Too amusing to harm.

Meeting someone talented is rare.

Meeting someone perceptive is even rarer.

Pfft!

The unconscious Wen Xian dribbled a trail of blood from his lips. Though clearly unconscious, he might still retain faint awareness, possibly hearing the speech outside?

Though of course, that’s only conjecture.

True or false?

Who knows?

"Let’s go—back to the Immortal Sect. It’s better to avoid coming here again; this place is terrifying," Lin Fan declared.

As they left, Lin Fan glanced back, engraving the memory deeply.

There must be secrets buried within the Black Demon Platform.

Why else would such powerful beings appear?

He decided to remember the location—to investigate further when the opportunity arises.

Inside the Black Demon Platform.

A shadowy figure moved stealthily.

"Tch! What a lousy place. Not a single valuable thing found! And they call it a True Immortal’s domain? Why’s there nothing good?"

If Lin Fan were here, he’d instantly recognize the figure.

It’s none other than Li Daode.

He was back.

Moreover, he’d set his sights on Luo Baiying—spending considerable effort to wait for the perfect time.

After scavenging the area, Li Daode only amassed a few broken fragments. While unable to decipher their true nature, the fragments were undeniably extraordinary—the intricate patterns etched upon them were enigmatic and incomprehensible, clearly not ordinary.

Suddenly.

The monitors Li Daode set up detected someone’s return. Without hesitation, he fled.

In this line of work.

Escape skills are essential. Otherwise, capture spells disaster.

When Luo Baiying returned to the Cave Mansion, he coughed up blood involuntarily. His back burned with pain—it was so severely injured that bone was visible.

The Blood Pool still haunted him.

It was terrible.

An ordeal far beyond imagination.

Who on earth was that enemy?

He had no clue.

And then Wei You showed up, compounding his confusion further. Who was that brat to Wei You?

A son?

Impossible.

Wei You’s son had long ago been killed—where would another son come from?

"Damnable bastards. Once I’ve recovered my strength, I will find you all and exact vengeance!"

His target wasn’t Wei You or the crazy old man either.

But Lin Fan.

"What!"

Luo Baiying noticed something amiss—the secret chamber was missing something. After contemplating for a moment, his rage erupted—ready to unleash a power capable of obliterating the heavens.

But he restrained himself, knowing the Black Demon Platform housed two powerful beings.

Activating might expose him to needless trouble.

"Despicable."

He realized what was stolen—a few fragments—mysterious items he’d acquired here but hadn’t yet deciphered.

But at this moment, none of that mattered.

Luo Baiying extended five fingers, rippling the Void; a seated skeleton slowly descended from the void—pitch black, with shimmering, obsidian-like luminosity.

It was the corpse of a fallen strong being from the Black Demon Platform—obtained by Luo Baiying in a chance encounter.

Within its mouth rested a bead.

After studying it, he discovered it concealed an unparalleled dark technique—the Reverse Demon Chaos Divine Law.

This astonishingly brutal technique seized heavenly energies, wielding unimaginable power.

Luo Baiying became utterly enthralled, wholly immersed in the study of this shocking, peerless, dark art.

He cultivated using the demonic energy of the skeleton.

Taiwu Immortal Sect.

When the Sect Leader learned of the situation at the Black Demon Platform, he was stunned. Why would trouble occur in such a harmless location? This shouldn’t even be possible!

The Black Demon Platform was not known for being particularly dangerous.

True Disciples could usually traverse it unimpeded—how could such an incident occur?

While examining Wen Xian’s injuries, the Sect Leader overheard disciples spreading murmurings.

Lin Fan rescued Wen Xian—Senior Master Brother Lin’s strength was extraordinary.

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The Sect Leader’s expression became peculiar.

Damn it!

If this wasn’t damnable, what was?

Originally, he intended to groom Wen Xian as the sect’s Senior Master Brother, cultivating the figurehead among disciples.

But now...

Someone please tell him.

How could he proceed after this crisis? He had done everything in his power—but now this mess occurred.

For a moment.

Even he was at a loss.

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