Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 230 - 0227: Can Be Sold for a Good Price
Chapter 230: Chapter 0227: Can Be Sold for a Good Price
A few days later.
In a secluded mountain range, there existed an unremarkable Immortal Sect.
The Haoran Immortal Sect.
The name of this sect was inspired by the idea of "Haoran righteousness," cultivating a spirit of upright virtue. The sect stayed out of worldly disputes and lived quietly in isolation.
If one were to classify this sect, it would belong to the lower-middle tier.
In the distance.
A cloud of black smoke swept in, covering the skies above Haoran Immortal Sect. The black smoke seemed to be mixed with traces of green gas, resembling a poisonous mist.
Several Immortal Sect Disciples touched the poisonous mist, let out a scream of agony, and dissolved into spiritual energy, which was absorbed into the black fog.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
The small sect resisted fiercely. The Mountain Protection Array was activated, and a barrier of light enveloped the gates of the sect for defense.
"May I ask which esteemed elder has come to visit the Haoran Immortal Sect? I wonder what offense our humble sect has committed to warrant such hostility?" The Sect Leader of Haoran Immortal Sect was alarmed, trying to maintain his composure despite inner turmoil.
The opponent came with overwhelming dominance, attacking without a word.
And they were immensely powerful.
Seeing how the disciples enveloped by the black mist dissolved into pools of blood made his heart ache.
Silence.
No response.
The Haoran Immortal Sect’s Sect Leader wore a grim expression. Even if someone came to cause trouble, at the very least, they should offer some explanation. The blatant disregard felt overwhelmingly tyrannical, treating Haoran Immortal Sect as if it were utterly insignificant.
Within the black fog.
Two figures stood silently.
One of them, an old man, spoke. "Young Master, you’ve already annihilated three Immortal Sects in succession. The Evil Purple Gold Flag has absorbed the souls of sufficient grievances. If you destroy this sect as well, once refined thoroughly, it will evolve into a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact."
The young man addressed as Young Master exuded an eerie charm. A black flame-shaped mark glowed between his eyebrows, adding an air of mystique to his persona. Especially his violet eyes, which appeared to harbor some astonishing Divine Skills.
"Hahaha, indeed. The Evil Purple Gold Flag, once refined into a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact, will become even more formidable in power."
"Uncle Ghost, I have you to thank for this smooth journey. Without you, it would not have been so effortless."
The Young Master had a penchant for nurturing objects. This Evil Purple Gold Flag had been taken from a Demon Vine. When he acquired it, it was merely a Lower Grade Magical Treasure with minor power. However, after nurturing it for over ten years, it was now on the verge of transformation into a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact.
This hands-on cultivation effort brought him great satisfaction.
He truly enjoyed it.
Uncle Ghost, whose appearance was grotesque, his face marred with long scars resembling centipedes crawling beneath his skin, replied, "This is all thanks to you alone, Young Master. I dare not claim any credit. Once this Evil Purple Gold Flag evolves into a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact, coupled with your Violet Demon Eyes, not even cultivators of the Unity Realm will be able to rival you."
"By then, you will surely become the most powerful Young Master within the Demon Sect."
Faced with Uncle Ghost’s flattery, the Young Master laughed heartily. "Well said! When I ascend to unparalleled heights, I shall never forget you, Uncle Ghost."
"Young Master, the Sect Leader of this insignificant Haoran Immortal Sect is currently shouting defiance. Shall I capture him for you?" Uncle Ghost asked.
The Young Master waved his hand dismissively. "No need. He’s merely a Nascent Soul Realm Sect Leader. I can poison him to death using the Evil Purple Gold Flag’s toxic mist without lifting a finger."
In the distance.
Lin Fan wandered with the crazed old man, searching aimlessly for a target. But he had to admit — the world was truly vast. They had wandered for ages without encountering a suitable candidate.
Lin Fan was not the sort to kill innocents indiscriminately.
Only those guilty of innumerable atrocities qualified.
Thus, the range narrowed significantly.
Suddenly.
Lin Fan stopped in his tracks, "Son, your father smells a strong scent of evil. Do you sense it?"
"Father, I don’t smell anything," the crazed old man replied.
"Follow me. The scent is just ahead. When faced with such situations, one must confront them head-on to crush their arrogant evil." Lin Fan led the crazed old man as they sped toward the distant source of the evil aura.
...
"Oh, how amusing. This little sect appears to have some capability, though they won’t last for long."
The Young Master’s handsome face revealed a sinister grin. If not for the deep malevolence, a touch of feigned sunshine could have easily made him a heartthrob for countless ladies.
"The more they resist, the more thrilled I become."
"Watching ants scurry around in futility and ultimately perish in agony... it’s truly exhilarating."
Such twisted thoughts were utterly terrifying.
Just as the Young Master proclaimed, the Haoran Immortal Sect’s resistance was quite feeble. Even with the Sect Leader in action, the black fog clung relentlessly, corroding the Mountain Protection Array with steady persistence.
At this moment.
The Sect Leader shouted, "The Haoran Immortal Sect has never provoked anyone! Who are you, and why do you treat us like this?"
"If you have any demands, just state them! Please spare us!"
To the Young Master, however.
He didn’t even bother acknowledging the Sect Leader.
Too weak. Not worth a response.
Suddenly.
A streak of black light pierced through the sky from afar.
"Young Master, be careful!"
Uncle Ghost sensed the ferocity of the black light and stood in its path, sending an eerie, ghastly palm strike to intercept it.
The Hell Black Spear unleashed a formidable power. When it collided with the palm, a deafening roar erupted — the impact destabilizing the Evil Purple Gold Flag, even reducing the black fog’s assault on Haoran Immortal Sect.
Uncle Ghost staggered backward several steps, shock etched on his face. The attacker was immensely powerful. Who could it possibly be, and why were they here?
"May I ask who you are? The Young Master of the Red Dust Demon Sect is conducting business here. Please grant us some courtesy and pretend you didn’t see anything. You will be richly rewarded in the future."
With just one exchange, Uncle Ghost had already gauged the intruder’s extraordinary strength.
He was certain the newcomer was no member of Haoran Immortal Sect — its status as a small sect meant it couldn’t possibly harbor such a skilled individual.
The Haoran Immortal Sect’s Sect Leader trembled upon hearing the assailants were from the Red Dust Demon Sect. His heart sank. How could a prominent Demon Sect target such a small Immortal Sect? There hadn’t been any prior conflict or connection between them whatsoever.
This was clearly a disaster born of pure misfortune.
"What an ugly old man," Lin Fan muttered under his breath. He surmised that even if sold to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, Uncle Ghost wouldn’t fetch much value — a complete loss. It seemed the only viable option was to make good use of him and hope for some decent spoils.
Afterward.
He looked at the Young Master, and a mischievous grin crept across his lips. What a striking young man — eerie and exotic, definitely a prime target for older women. Commonly referred to as "hot property."
Still, Lin Fan needed to determine the Young Master’s identity.
"So, Red Dust Demon Sect, huh? That means Demon Path. I have no interest in you. But what about him? What’s his status?" Lin Fan asked.
Uncle Ghost replied, "This is my Young Master, the seventh son of our Demon Ancestor. Fellow cultivator, if you could pretend this encounter never happened, the Red Dust Demon Sect will regard you as a distinguished guest in the future."
Lin Fan pondered.
Hmm...
So, the seventh son of the Demon Ancestor. It seems his status is high. He may fetch a decent price.
Lin Fan smiled. "I am Lin Fan, a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect, an esteemed sect of the Immortal Dao. Upholding justice, slaying demons, and eliminating evildoers is my righteous duty. Your Young Master manipulates Demon Path Spiritual Treasures, committing atrocities and harming innocent lives. His deeds have incurred the wrath of heaven itself."
"If I don’t apprehend you all, how can I claim to uphold the virtues of the Immortal Dao?"
His words were resolute and authoritative, championing the righteousness of the Immortal Path.
"So, what you mean to say is, you won’t show us any courtesy?" Uncle Ghost’s face darkened, making his already grotesque features appear even more horrifying.
Anyone less mentally sturdy might be frightened into screams.
"Son, keep an eye on this repulsive old man for me, but remember — don’t kill him," Lin Fan shouted.
He rushed directly toward the Young Master.
"Damn it!"
The Young Master, controlling the Evil Purple Gold Flag to crush Haoran Immortal Sect, burned with fury upon being interrupted. He attacked Lin Fan in a burst of rage.
Uncle Ghost, unwilling to let the Young Master fight alone, decided these matters should be handled by him instead.
"Father, I’m scared," the crazed old man cried.
But upon seeing the opponent attack his father, the crazed old man howled and charged forward, determined to beat the enemy to the ground.
Uncle Ghost paid no heed to the crazed old man.
A mere lunatic.
Hardly worthy of attention.
However, he was completely unprepared for what happened next. When the lunatic’s fist struck, a terrifying wave of power surged forth — astonishingly strong. With a loud bang, Uncle Ghost was smashed into the ground.
"Son, don’t kill him — just suppress him," Lin Fan said urgently, afraid the crazed old man might accidentally kill Uncle Ghost with his lack of restraint.
The crazed old man responded, "Father, I struck him lightly. I didn’t even use my full strength, yet he still went down."
Then, with an enthusiastic howl, he pounced onto Uncle Ghost, pinning him down entirely.
"Father, rest assured. I’ll keep him under control and won’t let him escape."
Uncle Ghost had long lost consciousness after that punch and was completely unresponsive. For him, this was an utterly unimaginable outcome.
"You..."
The Young Master watched this unfold, his face paling. Clearly, he hadn’t anticipated things to take such a turn.
He knew Uncle Ghost’s strength was formidable.
But to see him defeated so easily left him utterly flabbergasted.
"Enough with your stammering. You, as a Demon Path Young Master, dare leave your lair and roam to wreak havoc? Unfortunately for you, encountering me spells doom. But fret not, you won’t die. That face of yours — it’s your lifeline’s greatest treasure," Lin Fan remarked.
The Young Master felt inexplicable unease. What did those words even mean?
Why did it feel oddly off?
It felt as though a vulnerable maiden encountering danger might escape death solely due to her beauty, only to face misery afterward — though somehow finding a sliver of gratification amidst the ordeal.
Lin Fan refrained from employing lethal techniques for fear of damaging the Young Master’s exquisite face. Without his looks, the value would plummet drastically. Thus, he opted for gentler methods, backed by three Middle Grade Dao Artifacts for restraint — rendering the Young Master incapable of breaking through his defenses.
Still, physical suffering was unavoidable.
"Dream on if you think you can suppress me!" The Young Master howled in rage, brandishing the Evil Purple Gold Flag as black mist transformed into a venomous dragon, lunging fiercely at Lin Fan.
"Shatter!"
Lin Fan struck with a single punch, obliterating the toxic dragon. Then he unleashed his Seven Emotions and Six Desires Finger technique, saying, "Stay still, and you’ll spare yourself unnecessary suffering."
"W-What?" The Young Master exclaimed in horror.
Boom!
Boom!
Lin Fan’s fingers flickered like illusions, each strike landing on the Young Master. This technique was designed to shatter one’s Dao Heart, and since the Young Master’s demonic resolve could only be so strong, he was subdued instantly. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Soon.
The Young Master lay utterly defeated. His body was immobilized, his bones shifted painfully out of alignment, causing him to scream in torment. Yet, his face remained miraculously untouched.
"Good — I didn’t ruin your handsome face," Lin Fan said, lifting the Young Master’s chin to scrutinize his features before nodding with satisfaction.
He could undoubtedly fetch a high price.
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