Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 594 - 0586: Martial Ancestor, I am Moved

Zhou Qiang, who cultivated the Truth of Martial Arts, was very formidable in the cultivation realm, but upon reaching the Immortal Realm, his strength was no longer sufficient.

The several Immortals who found Zhou Qiang wasted no time and launched an onslaught against him.

One-on-one, he couldn’t win.

Let alone facing a group’s siege.

Within moments, he was at a disadvantage.

"Fellow Daoists, I have no enmity with you, why do you treat me this way?" Zhou Qiang forced himself to remain standing, looking pale as he faced the group encircling him.

One of the Immortals, whose appearance was elegant and handsome, replied, "Who is your fellow Daoist? You appeared out of thin air—it’s very suspicious. Surrender your identity, your origins, and all the treasures you possess, perhaps we might spare your life."

"Everyone, I don’t even know where I am right now. I was cultivating in the realm of cultivation, and in the blink of an eye, I appeared here. This is all a misunderstanding." Zhou Qiang admitted his inferiority, unable to rival them.

His thought process was simple.

If backing down is an option, it’s worth a try.

First, he needed to understand the situation.

But the Immortals clearly had no intentions of letting Zhou Qiang go.

"Why bother talking to him? Just suppress him and loot him afterward."

"Exactly, that makes sense."

Without even clarifying the specifics, they had already determined Zhou Qiang’s fate with a few casual exchanges.

"You..." Zhou Qiang deeply understood the dire situation. With his current condition, escape seemed almost impossible.

Just as he was considering these thoughts.

The Immortals struck directly.

Their methods were ruthlessly domineering.

Before long.

Zhou Qiang lay on the ground, drenched in blood, completely powerless to resist. His techniques intrigued the Immortals—it didn’t resemble Immortal Techniques or Divine Skills; they found it quite strange.

To Zhou Qiang.

He didn’t want to die.

But now, the situation was far beyond his control to determine his survival.

Once, he was nothing but a failure, without any Spirit Root. But the Martial Ancestor’s appearance changed everything—propagating the Truth of Martial Arts and offering it to the world to cultivate. Zhou Qiang embarked on the path of cultivation, opening a road he had never imagined.

Eyes glimmering with a faint brightness, Zhou Qiang clung to his last breath and roared furiously.

"Martial Ancestor, save me!"

"Martial Ancestor, save me..."

He didn’t know where the Martial Ancestor was, but in the moment of impending death, he roared, releasing the last bit of spirit within his heart.

The Immortals were utterly stunned.

Has this strange guy lost his mind?

Martial Ancestor? Who’s that?

Shouting for help in such a manner—if someone truly powerful were here to save you, how could you end up in such a state?

In the extreme distance.

Lin Fan, whose cultivation had reached the level of Immortal Emperor, soared freely between heaven and earth. Who could dare obstruct him, and who could dare confront him? This was the confidence borne from his great increase in power.

But at this moment.

Standing amidst the Void, Lin Fan heard a distant call echo in his ears.

"Speak my name, and I shall respond."

This phenomenon clearly astonished Lin Fan, as it had never happened before.

Soon, he discerned the content of the voice calling out.

"Martial Ancestor, save me..."

Martial Ancestor?

The title hadn’t been spoken for ages. Since coming to the Immortal Realm, no one had ever mentioned it—yet now, the words rang out. Suddenly.

Lin Fan’s expression dramatically changed, as if realizing something.

That someone had arrived in the Immortal Realm.

But how could that be?

Capturing the direction of the call, he vanished instantly from where he stood.

"You bastard, shouting nonsense,"

Thud!

An Immortal kicked Zhou Qiang hard, knocking him down to the ground. Then, stepping on his chest, they pressed the blade of a long sword against him, as though ready to strike at any moment.

Zhou Qiang despaired completely.

He knew there was no chance left.

But at this very moment.

His eyes, which had been dim, suddenly lit up.

A majestic silhouette slowly emerged from the Void.

"Who summons me?"

The voice thundered.

The Immortals, startled beyond measure, turned back abruptly to witness the imposing figure standing in the Void.

"Senior, may we ask your name..."

The Immortals trembled as they queried.

Lin Fan lowered his gaze, his eyes flashing with brilliance. An intangible pressure erupted—before the Immortals could react, they were annihilated, their forms disintegrating and scattering into fragments across the heavens and earth.

At this moment.

He paid those Immortals no heed, instead focusing his attention on the man who had summoned him.

Feeling the aura.

There was no mistake.

It was the aura of Martial Arts.

He had barely passed on Martial Arts to anyone in the Immortal Realm—perhaps only to that kid.

Lin Fan didn’t speak. He simply floated silently in the expanse, then sent a wisp of Immortal Qi sweeping forth, enveloping Zhou Qiang and healing his injuries.

Zhou Qiang felt as though bathing in warm sunlight.

All his wounds vanished.

"Martial Ancestor..."

Zhou Qiang stood up, gazing at the Martial Ancestor, the one he revered, with tears streaming down his face. Overwhelmed, he knelt abruptly, "Disciple Zhou Qiang pays respects to the Martial Ancestor!"

His shout resounded through the skies.

To Zhou Qiang, at this moment, he was so moved, so overjoyed, he didn’t know what to say.

He yearned to tell his old friends and companions: "Do you know who I’ve encountered?"

"I really met the Martial Ancestor." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The Martial Ancestor answered my call for help.

He even healed my injuries.

To any Martial Artist who inherited the Martial Ancestor’s teachings, this was an unparalleled honor, and being saved by him now was a tale worthy of boasting for a lifetime.

It wasn’t that Lin Fan was being aloof for the sake of showing off—it was simply that he was genuinely taken aback.

"You came from the cultivation realm?" Lin Fan asked.

Zhou Qiang replied, "Martial Ancestor, yes, disciple Zhou Qiang indeed came from the cultivation realm."

"How did you arrive here?" Lin Fan continued.

This was the question he most wanted answers to. Even at his level of cultivation, he hadn’t managed to return to the cultivation realm—and yet you showed up here so easily. What does that say about me?

"Martial Ancestor, disciple does not know how I came to be here. In just the blink of an eye, the world spun, and when I opened my eyes, I was in this strange place. Is this the Immortal Realm?" Zhou Qiang asked.

"Yes, this is the Immortal Realm."

Lin Fan contemplated Zhou Qiang’s explanation—appearing in the Immortal Realm in the blink of an eye? This was indeed peculiar.

Could it be that something unusual had happened in the cultivation realm?

"Are there others who’ve arrived?" Lin Fan asked.

Zhou Qiang hesitated, "Martial Ancestor, I am not sure. But I think others may have come to the Immortal Realm as well. My cultivation in the realm of cultivation is far from outstanding—even I could arrive here, and surely others can too."

Lin Fan listened and found himself filled with anticipation.

He had always missed the cultivation realm and wondered about the people there.

Soon.

He continued asking Zhou Qiang about the situation, and upon learning Zhou Qiang had left the cultivation realm centuries ago, Lin Fan’s emotions grew complicated. Could so much time truly have passed?

What had become of his martial brothers, senior sisters, disciples?

Jiu Er, that girl must have grown up.

There was also that...