Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 225 - 0222: Is This Hard to Guess?

Mountain Peak.

"Master..."

Huang Jiujiu saw her master return and happily bounced over. She was currently training under Xi Xi, Yang Gang, and Chen Zhiyu. Having someone to guide her saved her from many detours.

"Did you slack off while I was away?" Lin Fan asked.

Huang Jiujiu shook her head, "Master, I didn’t slack off. I just finished training with Master Chen today. He even praised me as a genius in cultivation and said I’ll definitely become immortal in the future."

"You little rascal, then where did this sesame stuck by your mouth come from? I shouldn’t have let you train with Brother Chen. You’re probably sneaking snacks during lessons again." Lin Fan flicked off the sesame seed from the corner of her mouth.

When it came to this disciple, he was truly out of options.

He wasn’t even a proper cultivator himself, let alone teaching others in a systematic way.

At this level, teaching a disciple?

What a joke.

"Master, let me tell you something. After you left, I went looking for Uncle Chen, and on the way, I met a big sister. She saw me and asked if I wanted to train with her. When I told her you were my master, she looked upset and walked off without a word."

"Master, did you mess with someone outside?"

"Can you tell me who all your enemies are? This way, as your disciple, I can be more careful in the future."

Huang Jiujiu mulled over the encounter, feeling a sense of danger.

Lin Fan didn’t even need to think to know who that was.

It had to be Meng Qingyao.

Who else could it be?

"Jiu Er, your master doesn’t have enemies. That woman is actually your martial aunt. However, your master and your martial aunt have some unresolved karma. You’re still too young to understand, but you’ll figure it out when you grow up."

Thinking about these past events made Lin Fan feel a bitter sort of helplessness.

The Pure Yang Child was gone.

In that kind of situation, she made the first move—what could he have done?

He had no choice.

Adhering to traditional values, being helpful to others.

She was on the brink of death. If he hadn’t done something, how could he live with himself?

Moreover, Lin Fan knew very well—despite Meng Qingyao’s icy appearance, she was actually a ruthless person.

If he had refused, who knows, she might have used force.

If it came to that, things would’ve been incredibly awkward.

Better to take the initiative and avoid a painful scenario.

Huang Jiujiu tugged on Lin Fan’s wrist, "Master, just tell me. What really happened?"

Lin Fan didn’t reply. Instead, he looked up at the sky and sighed.

"The sun is a bit strong today."

Wen Xian Peak.

"Are you alright?"

The Sect Leader stood at the bedside, checking on Wen Xian’s injuries. He originally planned to reprimand him. *I, the Sect Leader, have done so much for you. Can you not succeed perfectly and let me see some results at least once?*

But all his words turned into just three.

"Are you okay?"

"Cough, cough!" Wen Xian coughed violently. "I’ve worried the Sect Leader. I’m alright. But how are my junior brothers and sisters?"

The Sect Leader wanted to say, *You should worry about yourself first.* "They’re all fine and have returned safely. Now tell me, what exactly happened? The Black Demon Platform may be dangerous, but it’s just demons at worst. For you to be injured this severely, clearly, what you encountered was far from simple."

Wen Xian bowed respectfully. "I have no idea who it was. They were shrouded in black mist, making their origins unclear. Their cultivation was extremely powerful. I suspect they were a True Immortal-level expert. Even my Dao Artifact couldn’t withstand their assaults."

"When I passed out, it was Junior Brother Lin who saved me."

The Sect Leader hesitated briefly before forgoing further questioning. Instead, he grumbled, "Junior Brother Lin, you say? Why don’t you step outside and listen? The rumor has already spread everywhere that Wen Xian was saved by Brother Lin."

"Sect Leader, I absolutely cannot accept that! He is my junior brother, and I’m the senior brother." Wen Xian rushed to retort but coughed heavily from the effort.

His eagerness to establish himself as the senior brother was apparent.

The Sect Leader sighed, "This isn’t worth getting worked up over. The fact that you risked your life to ensure your fellow disciples returned safely is commendable. That’s the responsibility of a senior brother—not preserving one’s own life. Rest and recover. Stop overthinking this."

Wen Xian wanted to say something but ultimately bowed his head in frustration.

He knew the Sect Leader was somewhat disappointed in him.

In the room, Wen Xian lay on the bed, clenching his fists as he swore silently, *Lin Fan, I’ll make sure you know who the real senior brother is. You’ll always just be the junior.*

Not long after.

Wen Xian learned something peculiar—some disciples were spreading stories about Ye Donglai coming to assist him.

He could swear to the heavens—no such thing happened. He never even saw a trace of Ye Donglai, let alone the man himself.

But soon after, Wen Xian discovered that Ye Donglai was out there claiming, *It was Wen Xian who risked his life to shield me, allowing me to escape unharmed.*

This touched Wen Xian deeply.

Someone once told him—Ye Donglai was the type to align himself with whomever he thought was winning. But look at him now, handling this so gracefully.

Yes, Lin Fan may have saved him, embarrassing him in the eyes of other disciples.

But Ye Donglai’s actions had given him a good reputation.

Therefore.

Wen Xian started to think highly of Ye Donglai. So what if others called him a fence-sitter? Who wasn’t like that these days? When you’re successful, you’re surrounded by friends. When you’re down and out, even finding someone to chat with is tough.

If Ye Donglai knew what Senior Brother Wen was thinking,

he’d be waving his hands frantically.

*Misunderstanding.*

*Huge misunderstanding.*

*At the time, I wasn’t thinking about anything special at all. My only goal was to avoid getting dragged into trouble while keeping appearances. And now, it seems I’ve played things just right.*

*What a brilliant maneuver.*

Days later.

Elder Zhang from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion arrived at the Taiwu Immortal Sect.

"Master Lin, our young lady would like to invite you to visit the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. She has important matters to discuss with you," Elder Zhang said with utmost respect.

Lin Fan asked, "Is it about identifying another Divine Medicine?"

"It’s not about identifying a Divine Medicine. There’s an important matter she wishes to discuss with you. You’ll understand when you come," Elder Zhang explained.

Lin Fan pondered.

Under normal circumstances, an invitation from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion typically involved two possibilities: identifying a Divine Medicine or exploring a location with Divine Medicines. The former was harmless and broadened his horizons. The latter? That was another story entirely.

The fact that they were being so secretive.

It obviously had to be the latter.

"Alright, I’ll go check it out. But I’ll have to bring my son along," Lin Fan said.

Elder Zhang was startled. Master Lin has a son?

How could that be?

But upon seeing the crazed old man Lin Fan referred to as "son," Elder Zhang wisely chose silence, thoroughly startled.

Lin Fan had to bring the old man. His son was quite capable—if danger arose, he could hold the line and ensure escape. And if they had to flee, father and son working together would make for an even faster getaway.

Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Mao Si rushed forward as soon as he saw Lin Fan. "Master Lin, you’re here. Our young lady has been waiting for you."

Lin Fan chuckled, "What is it this time? Are you planning to drag me into a Secret Realm to collect Divine Medicine?"

"Master Lin, it’s better if our young lady explains the details to you. We lack the qualification to speak on her behalf," Mao Si said.

Then he glanced curiously at the elderly man by Lin Fan’s side who behaved like a child.

"May I know who this elder is?"

"My son."

"Dad, are you calling me?"

"No, stay close and don’t run around."

"Oh..."

Mao Si was dumbfounded but quickly nodded, opting not to ask questions about things he didn’t understand.

In the room.

Mao Si briefed the young lady about the old man accompanying Lin Fan to save her time and avoid unnecessary questions.

"Fairy Huang, may I ask why you’ve invited me from the Immortal Sect today?"

"Wait, don’t tell me. Let me guess," Lin Fan interrupted with a smile.

"Is it about entering a Secret Realm with Divine Medicines and asking me to help identify them?"

Fairy Huang looked surprised. "How did you guess? Did someone tell you?"

"Heh, Fairy Huang, is it really that hard to figure out? In such a short time, it’s almost impossible to bring Divine Medicines back. So you must need me to accompany you into a Secret Realm for identification," Lin Fan replied.

Fairy Huang was impressed. "Master Lin truly lives up to his name. You figured it out without me saying a word. Yes, we hope Master Lin can join us in entering the Forbidden Land to seek Divine Medicines."

"Fine. I’m curious about that Forbidden Land. But what’s in it for me?" Lin Fan asked. He wouldn’t do anything without proper compensation—it wouldn’t be worth it.

If Fairy Huang said *I’m willing to offer myself up*,

Lin Fan would immediately scoff. *My kidneys aren’t doing great as it is. No need for further losses.*

Of course.

That was just a fantasy. No way it’d actually happen.

Fairy Huang replied, "Anything in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion—you may pick two."

That sounded decent at first. But compared to a Divine Medicine, it was like dirt—practically worthless.

Lin Fan waved it off, "No deal. I’m not satisfied with those terms. Here’s my requirement—simple and fair. I want one Divine Medicine, and you must assist me in retrieving one during the journey."

Fairy Huang’s expression turned troubled. "That’ll be difficult. Obtaining even a single Divine Medicine already requires painstaking effort and may cost the lives of several experts. If we’re to get one just for you, I fear we won’t succeed."

Her honesty was refreshing. She spoke her mind.

Such a girl—who wouldn’t like her?

No pretense at all.

When it came to intimacy, she’d call it like it was. Too short? Unsatisfying? She’d tell you to your face. None of that fake posturing with "You were amazing, brother." Instead, a direct, "You’re weak."

"Then I can’t help you. I’ll identify Divine Medicines for your pavilion, and in return, you’ll compensate me—that’s fair. But accompanying you to a Forbidden Land where my life’s at risk? The reward has to match the risk," Lin Fan said.

Then, as if suddenly struck with an idea, he added,

"If we only find one Divine Medicine, we’ll split it fifty-fifty."

Halving a Divine Medicine would greatly diminish its effects.

But Lin Fan didn’t care—he still wanted it.

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