Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 246 - 0243: My Existence Is Valuable

The Lingnan Patriarch was firmly cornered by Lin Fan.

He only had an Eighth Grade Metal Spirit Root and was a loose cultivator. To reach the True Immortal Realm, he had paid a heavy price, cultivating for a full six hundred years to reach this level.

Moreover, during the Unity Realm, he hadn’t cultivated many Divine Skills before stepping into the Three Calamities and Six Tribulations stage.

Therefore, encountering a peerless sacred treasure like the Nine-colored Flower made his heart flutter uncontrollably. He wanted to consume it himself. With the Saint Immortal Body, all five Spirit Roots could be awakened, each at a minimum capable of condensing to the Ninth Grade, or perhaps even reaching the Celestial Grade.

What kind of concept was this?

Even as a True Immortal, he couldn’t fathom such possibilities.

He desired to consume the Nine-colored Flower to improve his Spirit Root and achieve the Saint Immortal Body. However, looking at the current situation, it clearly wasn’t going to be that simple.

Huang Lier softened her tone and said, "Lingnan Patriarch, I hope you can understand. Auctioning the Nine-colored Flower was your request, and it was you who asked our Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to create publicity for the Divine Medicine, gathering the major sects of the Immortal, Demon, and Monster paths here. If we were to cancel the auction now, you should know how big a loss it would bring to us at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion."

"That loss is something neither you nor we at Heavenly Treasure Pavilion could bear."

Her tone was already gentle, avoiding too much blame on the Lingnan Patriarch.

But even she hadn’t expected that a dignified True Immortal master would suddenly go back on his word at this critical moment. If he truly succeeded in keeping it for himself, the thousand-year reputation of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion would be destroyed in an instant.

Then who would ever trust Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s credibility again?

Staring at the Nine-colored Flower, the Lingnan Patriarch indeed felt regretful. If he had been braver, consumed the flower at the start, perhaps this situation wouldn’t have occurred. But now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Was auctioning truly the only option?

Lin Fan noticed his hesitation and said, "Lingnan Patriarch, there are many types of Divine Medicine. Some indeed are highly nourishing to the body, but others can act as poison. Taking the wrong medicine for your condition can lead to significant problems."

"Moreover, one must have principles. A promise is a promise, and it must be kept. If you leave now with the Nine-colored Flower, neither the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion nor I have any responsibility to keep your secret."

"With so many powerful individuals gathered outside, do you really think you can just walk away?"

These words were undoubtedly a threat.

But threatening him was the only option.

If the other party truly consumed the Nine-colored Flower, wouldn’t he have appraised it for nothing?

"Are you threatening me?"

The Lingnan Patriarch looked at Lin Fan. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion staff had spoken relatively politely, but this appraiser had been threatening him the entire time.

Lin Fan said calmly, "Indeed, I am threatening you. But this could also be seen as saving your life. The Nine-colored Flower is yours—whether you wish to consume it or not is your decision. However, with so many powerful individuals waiting outside, we will still need to explain the situation and reveal the effects of the Nine-colored Flower."

"You can probably guess for yourself what will happen next without me spelling it out. So my point is clear—are you sure you want to consume it?"

When he learned about the effects of the Nine-colored Flower, Lin Fan could already foresee that the Lingnan Patriarch might be reluctant to auction it. This item was priceless. No matter how wealthy you were or how many Spirit Stones you had, you might still be unable to obtain it.

He could understand why the Patriarch would be envious of the Nine-colored Flower.

But acquiring it was almost impossible.

He didn’t care.

It wasn’t anything extraordinary.

Spirit Roots? He could steadily improve them over time. Saint Immortal Body? Even the Chaos Immortal Body wouldn’t be an issue for him eventually.

"Fine. Sell it."

The Lingnan Patriarch’s expression was slightly pained. He couldn’t bear to part with the Nine-colored Flower, but there was no other choice now. There was no turning back. If he had known the wondrous effects of the Nine-colored Flower earlier, he wouldn’t have agreed to this situation even if he were beaten to death.

Lin Fan and Huang Lier exchanged a glance.

Huang Lier breathed a sigh of relief. If the Lingnan Patriarch had insisted on not selling it, she truly would’ve had no solution. This current result was the best outcome and the one she most wished for.

In another room.

"Master Lin, during the auction, would you mind going on stage to explain the effects of the Divine Medicine?" Huang Lier asked.

Lin Fan chuckled, "Fairy Huang, that won’t be necessary. Your Heavenly Treasure Pavilion already knows the effects of the Divine Medicine, so just let your people explain it. I’ll just sit back and wait for my commission. However, judging from Fairy Huang’s interest, it seems like your Heavenly Treasure Pavilion also intends to bid."

"Indeed, we do. This Divine Medicine is a significant treasure, and the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion wishes to participate. However, it won’t be easy. If the major sects learn about its wondrous effects, they’ll undoubtedly do whatever it takes to claim it. Even we at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion might struggle to compete."

Huang Lier spoke bluntly without hiding anything from Lin Fan. He could empathize with the Lingnan Patriarch’s reluctance. If she were in his shoes, she wouldn’t bear to part with it either. After all, it was a one-of-a-kind treasure, something priceless in essence.

Even all the Spirit Stones in the world wouldn’t be enough to exchange for it.

And because of the Divine Medicine’s discovery, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s restless ambitions to explore the Forbidden Land were ignited once again—they still hoped to obtain treasures from within.

Lin Fan had no particular interest in whether the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion could secure the bid.

What he cared about was how many Spirit Stones it would fetch during the auction.

If the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion joined the bidding, it would undoubtedly escalate into a fierce competition. Meanwhile, he would simply sit back, collect his share, and reap the rewards without lifting a finger—a rare opportunity indeed.

"When does the auction begin?" Lin Fan asked. He had to be present to witness the most grandiose auction hosted by the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Though it hadn’t started yet, he knew it would be extraordinary.

"Tomorrow," Huang Lier replied.

"Alright, arrange a seat for me. It’s been a while since I’ve come to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, and I’d like to explore a bit. Perhaps I can find some treasures and gain more returns." Lin Fan then left the premises, opting to stroll outside.

Because of the auction, many powerful figures had arrived. He also wanted to see if he could bump into any acquaintances.

On the streets.

Peddlers called out constantly. Many of the younger generation squatted before stalls, haggling fiercely with the vendors to get better deals. To the stall owners, however, they all wore the same resigned expression—gritting their teeth as they reluctantly sold their goods at low prices.

Amidst the bustling crowd, one man moved at ease.

He had left the mad old man behind at the Taiwu Immortal Sect and came here alone.

In crowded spaces, the mad old man’s tendency to shout "Father!" would draw way too much attention, creating truly awkward situations.

"Brother Lin, so you’re here too!" Nearby, Qing Chenfeng was chatting with a group of young elites. Noticing Lin Fan out of the corner of his eye, his expression lit up with delight, and he called out loudly.

Lin Fan glanced over and smiled. "Brother Qing, it’s been a while. I didn’t expect to meet you here at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Are you accompanying the Sacred Land elders to participate in the auction?"

Qing Chenfeng walked over to Lin Fan. "Indeed. When the rumors of Divine Medicine spread, the Sacred Land elders brought us here to broaden our horizons. Oh, let me introduce you to a few distinguished individuals."

"This is Saint Heir Xiao She of the Yuan Kong Ancient Land."

Saint Heir Xiao She exuded confidence, his handsome features paired with an air of nobility. Despite his warm demeanor, he carried an ever-present arrogance, merely nodding slightly at Lin Fan—a testament to his remarkable strength.

"This is Yun Yushan, the eldest daughter of the Yun Family."

Lin Fan nodded. This young lady’s white robes enhanced her ethereal bearing and jade-like complexion. Though her figure was obscured by her attire, it was clear she possessed a peerless, graceful physique.

As expected, women of status and lineage boasted an allure capable of captivating the masses.

Had it not been for Lin Fan’s cultivated Dao Heart, he might have succumbed to her charms like countless others surely had. But a quick glance at the scene showed that admirers—or "lickspittles"—weren’t entirely absent, even now.

The rest of the group consisted of True Disciples and Saint Heirs from various Immortal Sects and Sacred Lands.

Lin Fan’s interest wasn’t particularly piqued. However, if there was potential for profit in fostering friendships, he wouldn’t mind mingling with them.

"I am Lin Fan, a disciple of the Taiwu Immortal Sect. Greetings to everyone." Lin Fan smiled warmly.

Xiao She said, "I’ve heard of Taiwu Immortal Sect and a prodigy named Wen Xian—their foremost genius with a Ninth Grade Spirit Root. Brother Lin, do you happen to know him?"

"Of course, he’s my junior brother," Lin Fan answered.

Wen Xian had always refused to acknowledge their senior-junior relationship, much to Lin Fan’s exasperation. Thus, Lin Fan had taken it upon himself to declare otherwise wherever he went. After all, once public opinion solidified, it would be too late for Wen Xian to argue. Facts were facts—what could he possibly do about it now?

Xiao She cast Lin Fan a curious glance. Wen Xian was his junior brother?

This was news to him. All he knew was that Taiwu Immortal Sect’s Sect Leader valued Wen Xian as a successor candidate.

As their casual conversation continued, the group’s interest in Lin Fan visibly waned upon learning that he was merely an ordinary disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect.

To them, only peers of equivalent status were worth befriending. Relationships without mutual standing simply held no merit.

Meanwhile, Yun Yushan hadn’t uttered a word throughout the entire exchange. However, her gem-like eyes remained fixed on Lin Fan, subtly observing him.

Curious, Lin Fan asked, "Brother Qing, why haven’t I seen Brother Liu? He seems to enjoy lively gatherings like these. For him to skip such an event—truly out of character."

"Hahaha," Qing Chenfeng laughed heartily. "It’s a long story. After losing to you last time, Brother Liu seemed quite shaken. He’s been focused solely on cultivating ever since. Not even an event as grand as this could lure him out. He claims he has to improve his strength before seeking you out for a rematch!"

Lin Fan couldn’t help but feel his existence was remarkably impactful.

Inspiring others to cultivate harder made it all worthwhile.

"Brother Lin, since you seem to be wandering alone, why not join us?" Qing Chenfeng invited Lin Fan to accompany them, viewing it as an opportunity for the younger generation’s talents to interact and exchange insights.

The Immortal, Demon, and Monster paths were all represented, and they had already encountered many outstanding figures on their journey here.

Within the confines of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, a mere exchange of glances was as far as rivalries could go—actual combat remained out of the question.

Lin Fan politely declined, "Thank you for the invitation, Brother Qing, but I prefer to look around on my own. I wouldn’t want to disturb you and your companions."

With that, he walked away.

Qing Chenfeng turned to the group and said, "Everyone, why does it feel like you weren’t very enthusiastic about Brother Lin?"

"Brother Qing, he’s just an ordinary disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect—not even a True Disciple. His status is far beneath ours. We were polite for your sake, but there’s no need for excessive courtesy," Xiao She replied, his arrogance plainly visible. To him, Lin Fan’s lower status made him unworthy of attention.

"Ah, I advise you not to underestimate Brother Lin," Qing Chenfeng said, but then decided against pushing the matter further. "Never mind. If you’re unwilling, I won’t insist. Let’s keep looking around."

He chose not to say more.

He understood these people were proud individuals. Speaking condescendingly or lecturing them would only spark conflicts.

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