Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 116 - 0: I’m Not Taking the Blame for This (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 116: Chapter 0116: I’m Not Taking the Blame for This (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

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Ye Zhen Tian came but gained no advantage.

After being countered by Lin Fan with a few sharp words, he decided not to continue pestering. While losing a magical treasure might be tolerable, losing a spiritual treasure carried more weight. Even as a True Disciple, he couldn’t treat spiritual treasures as worthless relics and claim indifference.

But given his status, he had to maintain his image.

At this moment, Lin Fan noticed that his previously resolute Senior Sister’s body was trembling. Her slender legs, in particular, were visibly quivering.

"Senior Sister, are you feeling unwell? Why are you shaking so much?" Lin Fan asked.

Xi Xi feigned composure, "What? No, you’re imagining it, Junior Brother. Maybe it’s just that the weather is too cold."

Lin Fan sighed. That made sense. After all, Ye Zhen Tian was the True Disciple of the sect. For her to stand up to him so firmly and fearlessly just now? Pretending not to be scared was undoubtedly an act.

Looking at her now, she was clearly feigning bravery. He couldn’t bring himself to expose her.

Poor Senior Sister—he felt a pang of sympathy for her.

Chen Zhiyu laughed and patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, "Junior Brother, well done! I’ve never seen Ye Zhen Tian suffer such humiliation before. But we should be cautious moving forward. If Ye Zhen Tian holds grudges, it might spell trouble for us."

He seemed to be in a good mood.

He pocketed a tidy sum of Spirit Stones, although Brother Yang was a different story. Yang hadn’t placed any bets—or perhaps had secretly placed some bets elsewhere, who knew? Although Yang had a smile plastered on his face, it seemed to hide a certain type of pain akin to cursing fate under his breath.

He was probably feeling heartache.

Xuanjian Peak.

Given that such a major event had just unfolded, Meng Qingyao should have come to say something to Lin Fan—at least a few words of praise, like "well done." But when they returned to Xuanjian Peak, Senior Sister was nowhere to be seen.

Lin Fan didn’t really care. It’s not like he had any interest in Meng Qingyao anyway.

"Let’s sell this Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi. Just enough to exchange for Spirit Stones to help subsidize Senior Brother and Senior Sister’s cultivation needs," Lin Fan said, taking out the Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi. He had no attachment to this magical treasure. When King Zhao Xian had wielded it, it hadn’t shown any exceptional qualities.

On the contrary, the Flying Smoke Spirit Sword was quite impressive.

It combined offense and defense, and even tracked him when he employed the Sound-breaking Demon Saber Technique.

Xi Xi gasped and said, "Junior Brother, this won’t do! The Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi was earned with your life on the line. How can you just let us sell it?"

"Don’t argue with me. If it wasn’t for Senior Brother and Senior Sister providing me with some items, I might not have won. This Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi is useless to me, but I’d rather keep this Flying Smoke Spirit Sword. So, please, Senior Sister and Senior Brothers, take the Jade Ruyi. If you refuse, I’ll get mad," Lin Fan said, handing the magical treasure to Xi Xi.

Chen Zhiyu chimed in, "That’s right, Senior Sister Xi. Our Junior Brother is offering this out of goodwill, so don’t reject it."

Meanwhile, he was privately lamenting the loss of the Vajra Talisman. Now that Junior Brother was offering the Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi to be sold in exchange for Spirit Stones, wasn’t this a perfect solution?

Spirit Stones are delightful.

Absolutely delightful.

Plus, this was a Top Grade magical treasure that could fetch at least several thousand Spirit Stones.

Xi Xi shot Chen Zhiyu a furious glare, "You just feel bad for your Vajra Talisman and want to earn some Spirit Stones to soothe your broken heart!"

Chen Zhiyu looked embarrassed.

She had seen right through him.

Scratching his head, he stood there awkwardly and chuckled foolishly.

Yang Gang said, "Junior Sister, since this is Junior Brother’s earnest wish, let’s accept it. The Flying Smoke Spirit Sword Junior Brother has is leagues better than the Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi."

"Brother Yang is absolutely correct. The Flying Smoke Spirit Sword is plenty for me," Lin Fan nodded in agreement.

Ultimately, under his insistent persuasion, Xi Xi and the others reluctantly agreed to accept the Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi.

After experiencing such a fierce battle, Xi Xi and the rest encouraged Lin Fan to go back and rest well.

Lin Fan also wanted to sort out his spoils. It was true—every fight yielded rich rewards, while the path to battling heavens led straight to immortality.

Take it step by step; haste leads to ruin.

Inside the house.

After closing the door, Lin Fan erupted with excitement, practically jumping for joy.

King Zhao Xian’s death held value; there’s no need to keep disparaging him.

Currently, his mana had reached six hundred and sixty-two years. (This isn’t a mistake. I simply misread my data earlier, mistaking Inner Strength for Mana. Rest assured, it’s accurate now.)

Robust and deep.

If he were to face King Zhao Xian again now, even without weapons against the other’s magical and spiritual treasures, he’d thoroughly crush him to death with sheer mana.

Time to tally up the rest of the gains.

[Nine Dragons Invincible Emperor Fist (Immortal Law): A secret immortal technique of the Hidden Dragon Dynasty requiring imperial fortune to cultivate. At its peak, exercising the fist technique conjures nine dragons, rivaling minor Divine Skills.]

[Flying Smoke Spirit Sword (Low-grade Spiritual Artifact): Crafted from Cloud Smoke Illusion Stone and dozens of rare heavenly treasures. Shifts like clouds and smoke, intangible and formless, erratic and unpredictable. Excellent for both offense and defense. An exceptional low-grade Spiritual Artifact.]

He was very satisfied with these spoils.

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King Zhao Xian hadn’t carried anything else. Maybe that was his oversight—had he brought all his possessions, Lin Fan would’ve scored bigger this time.

Still, it wasn’t a loss.

One must know contentment.

And Lin Fan was very content right now.

The only thing puzzling him was that with his current mana level, he should easily break through to the Immortal Triple Realm.

Could it be he had to actively unlock the Three God Realm himself?

Thinking about it, this seemed intriguing.

Perhaps this was all part of the system’s carefully arranged design.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t grow reliant on the system’s assistance, missing out on the exhilarating sensation of a breakthrough.

Bored of staying indoors.

Lin Fan’s face lit up with a mischievous smile. Suddenly, an idea struck him.

"Let’s head out and see if anyone’s looking for a fight. Perfect opportunity to challenge them to the Life and Death Platform."

With the system’s ability to gauge what adversaries would drop, he didn’t fear running into those pretending to be weak when they were actually strong.

Against the weak, there’s nothing to dread. Against the strong—just head home and nap.

Zhen Tian Peak.

Ye Zhen Tian returned, his face icy. The surrounding disciples could feel the chilling aura emanating from him. Venturing near his vicinity felt like plummeting into a frozen wasteland, the cold seeping into their very bones. It sent shivers down their spines.

Senior Brother is furious.

In their eyes, it must’ve been Zhao Brother’s death that had upset Ye Brother.

What they didn’t know was that Ye Zhen Tian didn’t care about anyone’s death. All he felt was humiliation brought upon him by Xuanjian Peak.

Ye Zhen Tian sat there, his eyes fiercely fixed on the scene before him.

A lavish incense burner steadily released calming wisps of smoke. But despite the tranquilizing properties of the medicinal herbs within, they failed to quench Ye Zhen Tian’s smoldering rage.

"Damn it..."

Ye Zhen Tian angrily flipped the small table, scattering its contents across the floor. Gritting his teeth, he muttered furiously.

"Xuanjian Peak, Meng Qingyao."

If Lin Fan were there and heard Ye Zhen Tian seething, mentioning Meng Qingyao but not him, he’d undoubtedly feel indignant.

Who do you think you’re dismissing here?

I’m the one who killed the guy.

I’m the one who took the treasure.

I’m the one who humiliated you in front of countless disciples.

Yet, in the end, you omit me—the person at the heart of it—and blame Meng Qingyao instead? What does she have to do with this?

Ye Zhen Tian truly didn’t see Lin Fan as a threat.

How could a mere ordinary disciple dare to challenge him?

If not for Meng Qingyao pulling the strings in the background, would he even have dared?

Meng Qingyao: I’m not taking responsibility for this nonsense.

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