Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 236 - 0233: Something Strange About This Place

"Manager Mao, they’re fighting so fiercely, shouldn’t the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion try to mediate? It wouldn’t look good if someone ended up dead." Lin Fan, ever empathetic, couldn’t bear the thought of a tragedy unfolding.

Even though the true culprit was right here.

Why seek buyers?

The buyer had paid good Spirit Stones for their purchase, after all.

Mao Si chuckled, "Master Lin, this is a grudge between them, and it has nothing to do with the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Besides, they’ve already left our territory. Even if we wanted to intervene, we have no authority."

"Long Shangpo spent sixty million Spirit Stones at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. She’s a significant client. If escort services were required and an issue arose along the way, perhaps we’d step in."

For powerful cultivators,

they had already noticed the disturbance in the distance. Such a scene could only have been caused by combat between powerful individuals.

Lin Fan observed for a moment and then lost interest, as the residual waves of the distant battle gradually faded, signaling that it had likely concluded.

He did have a passing thought.

For instance, to check whether the fight had been intense and whether there might be rewards to reap.

But then, he decided against it.

If he took the Demon Ancestor captive, wouldn’t the Red Dust Demon Sect go all out to rescue him? And if he captured that old granny, with her age and appearance, she might be an unsellable hostage.

Several days later.

Lin Fan prepared to leave the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Mao Si approached him with an odd expression, as if he had much to say but found it hard to broach the topic. For a moment, he couldn’t get the words out.

"Manager Mao, just say what you have to. I’m leaving soon anyway. Staying in one place for too long has made my ’son’ restless." Lin Fan inquired.

The crazed old man kept urging to move on, clearly impatient about staying here.

Nothing exciting seemed to happen here, after all.

Mao Si sighed helplessly, "Master Lin, there’s something you should mentally prepare for. The Red Dust Demon Sect has issued a Demon Path Killing Order. It’s highly likely that in the coming days, you’ll become a target of Demon Path assassins."

"Oh, excellent. What bounty did the Red Dust Demon Sect offer?" Lin Fan asked, seemingly indifferent.

He knew Xiang Junchen was behind this. When the old granny clashed with the Demon Ancestor, Xiang Junchen must have informed the Demon Ancestor about who had wronged him.

Back when Lin Fan had subdued Xiang Junchen, he’d made sure to introduce himself properly.

"Two major Great Divine Powers and ten million Spirit Stones," Mao Si said. That price could be considered exceedingly high. Even experts in the True Immortal Realm might struggle to ignore the lure. Not to mention the Spirit Stones alone, just the two Great Divine Powers were enough to tempt anyone.

Moreover, the most critical issue wasn’t just the Killing Order attracting outside experts.

The Red Dust Demon Sect itself had already set its sights on Lin Fan.

"Master Lin, this isn’t good news. In the future, you must be extra cautious. Their Killing Orders are not to be underestimated—rarely does someone evade their grasp." Mao Si warned.

Lin Fan waved dismissively, "It’s fine. If they want to hunt me, let them. I’m not one to hide. Anyway, I’ve stayed at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion long enough, so thank you for your hospitality. I’ll take my leave now."

Mao Si nodded without further persuasion. If Master Lin ever sought help, they could negotiate on his behalf.

But how those negotiations would end,

well, that was hard to say.

Since Lin Fan showed no need for assistance, there was no point in forcing it.

Lin Fan departed with the crazed old man, vanishing into the horizon.

In a secluded mountain range.

"Wow! The friend I know is quite bold! We haven’t seen each other in a while, and he’s already managed to provoke the Red Dust Demon Sect. Wouldn’t it be something if he learned from me and completely gutted their resources?"

Li Daode sat on a rock, stroking his chin as he pondered.

He had recently pulled off quite the heist and been hunted for days. Thankfully, his clever wits allowed him to escape into this remote mountain range, where he was temporarily safe.

Suddenly.

Li Daode noticed the insects around him scurrying quickly into the distance.

"Huh? Such an unusual phenomenon... This must mean a mythical artifact is about to emerge! Its aura is irresistible, even to tiny insects craving a hint of its Immortal essence."

His broad experience led him to an instant understanding. Without delay, he transformed into a streak of light, cautiously heading deeper into the mountains.

As for his friend Lin, who now had a bounty on his head? Li Daode promptly pushed that concern to the back of his mind. Priorities first.

The artifact was more important.

If he did discover a mythical artifact, his fortune would skyrocket.

Meanwhile, after leaving the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, Lin Fan and the crazed old man traveled cautiously, avoiding unnecessary attention. Being targeted by the Red Dust Demon Sect was an ambiguous feeling—hard to describe, but certainly not entirely unpleasant.

Anyone who came after him would be met with only one response: death.

Hesitation was not an option.

Several days later.

Lin Fan’s mood was calm. Suddenly, he sensed a wave of terrifying pressure approaching. Pulling the crazed old man down, they quickly hid behind a boulder. Lin Fan covered the old man’s mouth, gesturing for silence.

"Someone’s coming. Don’t make a sound."

Shortly thereafter,

a group of figures soared across the sky, speeding toward a distant location.

"Not coming for me."

Lin Fan took a glance. He confirmed the group wasn’t after him. They consisted of a few elderly cultivators, experts at the Void Realm and True Immortal Realm. With their level of mastery, a reward like the Killing Order rarely tempted them. However, they might act opportunistically if the situation aligned with their path.

As he analyzed one of their profiles, Lin Fan’s mind turned over an idea.

[Note: A mythical relic emerges. Fated individuals will obtain it, and this old man believes himself to be one such fated individual.]

"Should I go or not?"

Lin Fan deliberated, fully aware that pursuing something tied to a ’mythical relic’ meant stepping into a bloodbath filled with casualties.

He wasn’t after the relic.

Relics were merely temporary possessions.

But as a disciple of an Immortal Dao Sect, Lin Fan felt a sense of justice and responsibility. If Demonic Path and monstrous cultivators showed up to wreak havoc, he needed to deliver righteous judgment.

"Son, let’s go. This journey will be perilous. You must stay by my side." Lin Fan instructed.

"Dad, I’m the most timid of all. I’ll definitely stay close." The crazed old man shrank back meekly. If not for knowing his true power, anyone might have believed him.

The next day!

Lin Fan and the crazed old man arrived at a mountainous region.

He noticed the powerful cultivators disappearing into the mountains and reached the destination. At first, the mountains seemed ordinary, exuding a sense of desolation. Yet, the lush greenery and vibrant trees contradicted the barren atmosphere.

A strange juxtaposition.

Not long after.

Lin Fan stopped in his tracks. He saw a corpse nailed to an ancient tree, limbs hanging loosely, blood trickling from its mouth. Lifeless.

A bloody hole in its chest suggested a weapon might have caused the injury.

"We don’t even know what the relic is yet, and someone’s already dead. Things seem dangerous." Lin Fan remarked, inspecting the body. The corpse had been thoroughly looted, leaving nothing behind.

What a pity!

"Son, let’s tread carefully. This place is turning dangerous."

For some reason,

Lin Fan reflexively warned the crazed old man to be cautious, though it was Lin Fan himself who needed vigilance the most. Perhaps it was his subconscious unwillingness to admit his vulnerability. Warning another was, in essence, warning himself.

Moments later.

He felt the ground trembling. In the distance, radiant beams shot skyward, accompanied by shockwaves that swept over the land from all directions. A fierce battle was taking place among powerhouses.

"Something’s strange..."

Lin Fan detected the peculiarity of the situation. Normally, battles between immense powers would leave destruction in their wake. Yet, the surrounding terrain remained intact, as if some force anchored it in place.

He refrained from engaging.

It had nothing to do with him.

The emergence of a mythical relic would indeed gather many powerhouses.

Keeping a low profile!

Steady approaches were paramount.

Sure enough,

it didn’t take long before the signs of battle subsided. Perhaps the combatants realized their grievances could wait—they were here for the relic, not to fight to the death.

Better to set aside hostilities for the moment.

With caution prioritized, Lin Fan and the crazed old man maintained their low profile. Even when faced with formidable enemies, they needn’t fear. Still, given the Red Dust Demon Sect’s bounty, discretion was essential.

Lin Fan made a mental note of the incident.

At some point, he would personally visit the Red Dust Demon Sect and inquire what exactly their problem with him was.

Then, he noticed a group of spectators gathered, gazing toward the horizon. Following their line of sight, Lin Fan observed an unusual mountain. Towering above, its peak vanished into the clouds, shrouded in rolling mists pierced occasionally by flashes of lightning.

Black thunderbolts plummeted from the sky, striking the summit.

"Such dangerous lightning."

Lin Fan sensed an overwhelming threat from the thunder, capable of annihilation. Each strike caused the mountaintop to quake, sending massive boulders tumbling downward.

At this moment, an elder loudly asked, "Fellow cultivators, does anyone know the origins of this mountain or its legends?"

The crowd remained silent.

None knew if the mountain held an ancient tale, but the evident phenomena were too extraordinary to discount.

Just then, another elder spoke up, "Fellow cultivators, this mountain’s peculiarity is unparalleled. Multiple formations guard its summit, creating those thunderbolts when triggered. Unless we break these formations, we’ll never gain entry."

"I propose we set aside our differences to shatter the formations together. When the treasure emerges, we can compete for it then."

His suggestion garnered approval from the crowd.

The powerful presence of cultivators from the worlds of Immortals, Demonic Path, and monsters solidified the need for caution. A premature conflict might prevent even a glimpse of the mythical artifact.

Let alone surviving the encounter.

"So many potential targets."

Lin Fan blended into the group, utterly inconspicuous and attracting no attention. Everyone else was captivated by the mountain’s thunderous summit.

Besides,

the Red Dust Demon Sect had no portrait of him, only his name—Lin Fan, a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect. Acquiring his likeness would take time.

In the meantime, as long as he didn’t reveal his identity, he was undoubtedly safe.

"You all chase after the relic. I’m only looking for viable targets. We won’t interfere with one another. It’s perfect."

A smile crept across Lin Fan’s lips.

He was rather pleased with himself.

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