Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 231 - 0228: I’m Sorry, I Was Wrong

The Young Master was truly panicking.

What in the world was the other party talking about? What exactly do you mean? Why can’t I understand a word of it? What does ruining my face have anything to do with all this?

He wanted to say more.

But Lin Fan didn’t give him the chance.

He directly stashed him inside the Universe Tripod, then came to Uncle Ghost’s side to check his condition. It was good that he wasn’t dead; if he were, it would’ve been a wasted death. Lin Fan then stashed Uncle Ghost into the Universe Tripod as well.

"Thank you, Senior, for coming to our rescue. Haoran Immortal Sect is eternally grateful," said the Sect Leader with gratitude.

If it weren’t for Lin Fan’s intervention, the consequences would’ve been unimaginable.

"No need. We’re all Immortal Sects—how could I stand idly by when there’s a Demon Path attack? Farewell."

Lin Fan did not linger and left the area with the mad old man.

Such a small Immortal Sect couldn’t possibly capture his attention.

It was just something he did in passing.

No other intentions whatsoever.

The Sect Leader of Haoran Immortal Sect wanted to say something else but watched as the other party turned into a streak of light and disappeared, leaving him with a heart full of mixed feelings.

Acting without expecting anything in return—what a good person.

Lin Fan pondered how to deal with that ugly old man. He was truly so hideous; there was no way he could fetch a good price. Then again, another thought came to his mind. Should he have the old man cultivate the Ancestor Dragon Floating Body manual?

Once he got the basics down, Lin Fan could just kill him and see if he’d drop anything useful.

But after a moment’s thought, he dismissed the idea.

The old man’s cultivation wasn’t weak. Who knew what kind of profound mysteries might be hidden within the Ancestor Dragon Floating Body? If he managed to cultivate it successfully and suddenly triggered his latent potential to erupt, escaping from Lin Fan, wouldn’t that be a tremendous loss?

So, better to just chop him down outright.

Lin Fan released Uncle Ghost. The latter was immobilized and unable to struggle, while the mad old man hid behind Lin Fan, his face showing an expression of fear. "Dad, this old grandpa is so scary-looking, I’m really scared."

Lin Fan comforted his son, telling him not to panic and not to be afraid. The other party merely looked a bit ugly—there was nothing more to it.

[Ghost Serpent: Longevity Seventh Level, One Calamity of the Three Calamities, Six Tribulations.]

[Possible drops: Sixth Grade Metal Spirit Root, Mana of 30,000 Years, Yin Wind Killing Array, Inverted Enchanting Five Cloud Palm, Red Dust Manifestation...]

[Note: Who am I? Where am I? Who is he?]

"There’s a lot of potential loot here—very diverse. It includes everything the Ghost Serpent mastered throughout his life, along with a decent number of Spiritual Artifacts."

Lin Fan got a little excited. If he could loot the 30,000 years of mana, that would be ideal. Dropping some Divine Skills wouldn’t be a bad outcome either.

To cultivate to such a level meant the person was certainly blessed with great fortune.

If they didn’t have that fortune, it would’ve been impossible to reach the Longevity Seventh Level.

Lin Fan extended his hand and began rummaging through the Ghost Serpent’s belongings. He wanted to test whether taking everything the target had on them would impact the drop odds—maybe even increase the chances of better loot dropping.

He thought carefully.

Then sincerely wanted to praise himself for being a genius.

Several bottles of elixirs, three Spiritual Artifacts, another piece of Spiritual Armor, as well as a few unidentified, round beads.

Upon closer inspection, he realized they were Hidden Weapons.

[Yin Thunder Soul-breaking Pearl: Contains extreme Yin lightning poison. Once thrown, it detonates, capable of killing Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.]

Good stuff—there were six of them.

Not exactly poor.

But not truly wealthy either.

If someone else were to find out, they’d surely swear at him and say, "You bastard, are you even human?"

"Open your damn dog eyes and take a good look! If this counts as poor, then what the hell does real wealth look like? Please, provide us with your perfect definition."

"Otherwise, we can’t stomach this indignity!"

The Ghost Serpent woke up, briefly disoriented. Recalling the earlier situation, he immediately snapped to alertness, only to find Lin Fan sizing him up.

"Fellow Daoists, what is the meaning of this? Please, release me. I’m a member of the Red Dust Demon Sect. Although the Taiwu Immortal Sect and the Red Dust Demon Sect don’t see eye to eye, your Sect Leader and our Demon Ancestor are acquainted."

"Why make things difficult for me?"

His first act upon waking was to beg for mercy. The way he phrased his plea so humbly was quite a unique skill in itself.

"I originally thought about sparing you, but alas, you’re too hideous to be of any use."

Lin Fan spread his hands, expressing helplessness. There was just no other way. If this Young Master looked as handsome as he did, perhaps he could’ve fetched a reasonable price. But as it stood, what a pity.

Ghost Serpent said, "Fellow Daoist, what does sparing me have to do with my appearance?"

He couldn’t wrap his head around it, no matter how he tried.

What he would never understand was that Lin Fan’s decision to kill him had nothing to do with his appearance—it was just Lin Fan’s intent all along.

Lin Fan didn’t bother explaining further. He drew the Flying Smoke Spirit Sword and slowly approached. "Son, close your eyes. What’s about to happen next will be quite gory. I don’t want your pure heart to be subjected to such scenes."

The mad old man quickly covered his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, think twice about the consequences. Don’t let a moment of impulsiveness cloud your judgment!" Ghost Serpent shouted.

Slap!

Lin Fan swung his sword and beheaded the Ghost Serpent. His Nascent Soul attempted to escape but was immediately suppressed by Lin Fan—it was wishful thinking for it to flee.

The Ghost Serpent let out a final, angry roar before his demise, "You’re audacious beyond belief! You’ll pay for this! The Red Dust Demon Sect will never let you go!"

But his threats were feeble and powerless.

To Lin Fan, they were utterly insignificant.

As for the loot...

Heh.

Lin Fan didn’t care much. How could such an ugly fellow drop anything significant?

Ugly people had no right to please others.

[Mana of 30,000 years obtained.]

Thud!

At that moment, Lin Fan dropped to his knees, burying his head in shame.

"I’m sorry. I was wrong."

He even wanted to slap himself hard; how could he have judged someone through the lens of their appearance?

This elder, despite his looks, had dropped 30,000 years of mana for Lin Fan. Could Lin Fan still call him ugly?

Nothing else dropped.

But even if just one thing had dropped, how could Lin Fan say anything bad about him?

This elder had worked tirelessly, unconditionally offering the most valuable item upon his death. To continue harboring such thoughts would make Lin Fan less than an animal.

Lin Fan had beheaded him with a single strike, leaving him decapitated—now, Lin Fan was racked with guilt.

He picked up the elder’s head and attempted to reattach it to the neck. However, it was too slippery, and the head kept rolling off. He tried again, but the same thing happened.

"It’s my fault; I shouldn’t have cut off your head."

He personally dug a grave for the elder. Gently placing the body into the pit, he meticulously adjusted its posture, straightened the clothes, and made them smooth and neat. Then, he placed the head back onto the neck, combing the elder’s hair and wiping the dirt off his face.

After careful thought.

Something still felt incomplete.

He took one of the Spiritual Artifacts he’d looted from the elder and placed it silently upon the elder’s chest.

"Fellow Daoist, safe journey. I hope in your next life, you’ll tread the right path and stay away from the Demon Path. I, Lin Fan, will await your return and personally guide your way."

Lin Fan covered the grave with soil.

Soon, a small mound appeared. Though simple, it was crafted with Lin Fan’s heartfelt sincerity.

Returning to his usual self, Lin Fan returned to a state of detachment, devoid of desire, and continued stripping the Young Master of all loot.

"What’s this?"

He looked at the Purple Gold Flag in his hands. From the moment it was previously used, he could sense the vile and filthy aura emanating from this Spiritual Treasure.

Upon closer inspection.

He immediately became furious.

"This is downright malicious."

The Evil Purple Gold Flag was indeed a rare Spiritual Treasure, but it was excessively sinister. Its upgrade method was bizarre—requiring the support of vengeful spirits, which the Young Master had endlessly slaughtered Immortal Sect disciples to enhance the power of this treasure. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"What an abominable thing, so cruel! How could someone carry out such deeds? These blood debts will not be forgotten. The Red Dust Demon Sect will be annihilated when the opportunity comes."

Lin Fan formed a spell, and countless vengeful spirits emerged from the Evil Purple Gold Flag. In an instant, resentment filled the Heavenly Vault, and anguished wails of unwillingness echoed all around.

"Fellow Daoists, I deeply sympathize with your plight. Today, I will open the gates of Hell for you, so you may reincarnate anew."

Lin Fan, having comprehended the Great Divine Power of the Yellow Springs of Hell, could communicate with the Hell Origin.

With his current mana, opening a passage for these spirits was no problem.

He pointed a finger, and a small, pitch-black passage appeared before him. Within the dark corridor, faint figures of Hell Envoys could be seen, although their forms were vague due to Lin Fan’s limited mana reserves.

The spirits found solace and surged toward the dark passage.

Lin Fan gained newfound insight. It seemed that Divine Skills, when honed to advanced levels, could both kill and redeem. The duality established a harmonious balance—an interesting philosophy.

As the spirits’ lingering resentment faded away.

The Evil Purple Gold Flag’s grade began to drop, descending from Spiritual Treasure to Magical Treasure.

When the final wisp of resentment dissolved.

Lin Fan suddenly felt a tremor in his heart. A beam of golden light descended from the heavens.

Bathed in this golden light, Lin Fan felt an indescribable comfort. Every pore in his body seemed to breathe in harmony.

"Could this be Merit Golden Light?" Lin Fan wondered aloud. It seemed highly likely. Though it didn’t enhance his mana, he had a feeling it would bring him unimaginable benefits in the future.

Thanking the heavens sincerely, he offered his gratitude.

No hidden agenda—just pure gratitude.

At this moment, his mana had reached 37,000 years.

His cultivation realm urgently needed advancement.

The third Divine Skill of the Nascent Soul stage—Soul Possession—had been achieved.

Now, he needed to step into the Return Unity Realm.

In this stage, the Nascent Soul, mana, Immortal Techniques, Divine Skills, and Divine Soul would merge to achieve complete unity, marking the culmination of this realm.

The Return Unity Realm held countless profound mysteries.

Any Immortal Techniques or Divine Skills performed within this state would become significantly more refined. The most critical aspect of this realm lay in the perfection of one’s Immortal Techniques and Divine Skills, as these would directly determine the strength of future cultivation.

Those who reached this stage could naturally extend their lifespan by thousands of years without relying on any elixirs.

Many cultivators used this extended life to polish their Divine Skills.

Preparing themselves for the challenges of the Three Calamities and Six Tribulations.

Once at this stage, cultivation transcended simple mana enhancement and focused on deeper comprehension.

Mana was undoubtedly important, but Immortal Techniques and Divine Skills were equally vital.

This was also the point where talented cultivators began to diverge significantly in their abilities.

Without breakthroughs in Immortal Techniques and Divine Skills.

The ultimate result would be...

Shallow, superficial power.

But those who could dedicate themselves to refining their Divine Skills and surviving the Three Calamities and Six Tribulations would be able to...

Do as they pleased.

For Lin Fan, notions like "shallow power" or "doing as one pleases" didn’t matter much—his only focus was on blowing people up.

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