Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 117 - 0: Can You Send Me Some Warmth (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 117: Chapter 0117: Can You Send Me Some Warmth (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Taiwu Immortal Sect.

The disciples were busy with their own affairs, moving back and forth within the sect. Some were trying to secure better resources and join the ranks of disciples from the peaks of True Disciples. Of course, there were plenty of those who thought very highly of themselves, choosing to always act alone.

They believed that one day, they too would become True Disciples.

Lin Fan walked along the road, feeling that furtive glances were being thrown his way.

"I guess I can be considered a minor celebrity now," Lin Fan muttered to himself. The troubles that come with fame are something most people can’t comprehend, but he was already starting to understand.

That is, there are always sneaky gazes watching him.

A few disciples nearby naturally recognized Lin Fan and quietly gossiped among themselves.

"Isn’t this the guy who just killed King Zhao Xian? What’s he doing out here now?"

"No idea. Anyway, this guy is a bold lunatic. Don’t mess with him if you run into him in the future."

"King Zhao Xian had so many Magical Treasures, but still ended up getting killed by him. Just utterly useless."

"Shh! Keep your voice down—he’s coming this way."

When Lin Fan walked past these disciples, they all straightened up and behaved as if they hadn’t seen him at all.

He didn’t particularly enjoy the current atmosphere.

"Hey! Junior brother, do you know who I am?" Lin Fan stopped a passing disciple and asked.

There was a hint of anticipation.

He was waiting for the other party to reveal a shocked expression, then excitedly exclaim, "You’re Lin Fan, the one who killed King Zhao Xian of Zhen Tian Peak! You’re my idol—please give me your autograph!"

The stopped disciple trembled slightly but maintained composure and calmly said, "Don’t recognize you."

Then he hurriedly ran off.

It was as if he’d just seen a plague god, terrified of attracting trouble.

"Strange..."

Lin Fan turned back to look at the departing figure and stroked his chin. Had the earth-shattering feat he accomplished somehow failed to make any waves? Was he still a nobody?

The fleeing disciple, seeing that Lin Fan hadn’t chased after him, breathed a sigh of relief.

He was most afraid of people suspecting that he had some connection to Lin Fan.

After all, Lin Fan had offended Ye Zhen Tian. If he got tied to Lin Fan, who knows what kind of trouble might come his way.

Lin Fan shook his head.

Forget it.

Outstanding people naturally make others feel inferior.

They must be pretending not to know me.

In truth, it’s just because of an inferiority complex. Comparing themselves to me would be like comparing heaven to earth—with no room to contest.

But really, I, Lin Fan, am not even that kind of person.

At the foot of Zhen Tian Peak.

Lin Fan unconsciously wandered over here.

This place was filled with Zhen Tian Peak disciples. When they saw Lin Fan, they naturally recognized who he was.

One by one, their hearts were ignited with fury.

Damn it!

Fresh off killing Brother Zhao, and now daring to show up in their territory. This guy clearly doesn’t take their Zhen Tian Peak seriously!

Lin Fan was feeling quite pleased with himself. Yes, this was the kind of gaze.

As he arrived, all those eyes turned toward him in unison, radiating anger and hatred.

He began searching for a disciple who seemed confident in their own strength.

Time to provoke them properly.

Then challenge them to the Life and Death Platform.

And deliver a righteous beatdown.

Suddenly.

He spotted what looked like a bullying incident happening in the distance.

If there’s injustice on the road, one must act decisively—no hesitation allowed.

In the distance.

Three disciples had surrounded a rather skinny disciple, shoving him back and forth while flinging nasty remarks.

"Are you blind? You bumped into me, and you think a simple apology is going to cut it?"

"Exactly. You bumped into my senior brother, and now you think you can just walk away easily? Dream on!"

The skinny disciple cowered, keeping his head down and not daring to fight back. He was nothing more than an insignificant figure on Zhen Tian Peak, while the three before him were all senior members of the peak.

He knew better than to provoke them.

At this moment.

Lin Fan approached from behind and tapped the apparent leader on the shoulder. "Bullying the weak—it’s a bit much, isn’t it?"

Zhou Long was in the middle of berating the spineless victim when he heard the voice behind him. Enraged, he turned and shoved the stranger. "What’s it to you? Mind your own damn business, get lost!"

But just as he pushed out.

Zhou Long realized the stranger looked oddly familiar, like someone he’d seen before.

Lin Fan lowered his gaze to his chest, which had just been pushed, and his expression slowly shifted from calm to grim. "You pushed me. I feel humiliated. You must fight me on the Life and Death Platform—our grudge can only be settled with one of us dead."

His behavior right now was indeed somewhat over the top.

It felt laughably staged.

As if he were intentionally trying to start trouble.

Zhou Long mulled over who the person might be. Hearing such audacious words made his anger flare instantly. "You..."

Just as he was about to say, "You crazy bastard, you want to die? Fine, I’ll grant your wish," a nearby disciple quickly pulled Zhou Long aside and whispered in his ear.

Zhou Long’s enraged expression froze suddenly, and his face turned pale.

He wasn’t an idiot.

If the other guy had actively jumped in, it meant he’d been targeted and tricked into a fight on the Life and Death Platform.

Damn it.

King Zhao Xian had Magical Treasures gifted by Brother Ye and still couldn’t beat this guy. Fighting him would be suicidal.

"What were you saying? You think you can get away with pushing me? I’m furious—my dignity, my pride, you stomped them into the ground. If we don’t fight to the death, this matter is far from over," Lin Fan roared angrily.

Zhou Long’s throat shifted slightly. His little heart pounded furiously as his outraged expression shifted into a forced grin. He even grabbed Lin Fan’s hand and lightly smacked himself with it. "So sorry, senior brother. It was a misunderstanding. Just now, I wasn’t paying attention and accidentally pushed you. My fault—it’s all my fault."

"Now that senior brother has shoved back, consider us even, okay?"

"We’re all disciples of Taiwu Immortal Sect, and we’re supposed to look out for each other and cooperate. How can we allow trivial matters to escalate into something ugly?"

Lin Fan squinted and thought.

Goodness.

This guy’s approach to cultivation was both submissive and opportunistic.

The depth of his scheming ran deep.

"Then what were you doing to him?" Lin Fan pointed to the bullied disciple beside him and questioned.

Could it be that his first attempt at provocation was going to fail?

"Haha, senior brother, you’re mistaken. We weren’t doing anything. Just now this junior brother wasn’t paying attention and tripped. Out of camaraderie, we were helping him up and checking if he was alright." Zhou Long stepped over and gently dusted off the skinny disciple’s clothes, showing concern. "Hey now, junior brother, you’ve got to be cautious while walking. Look at your clothes—they’re all dusty. Don’t worry, let me clean them up for you."

The previously bullied disciple stood frozen in confusion, letting the senior brother who had just been tormenting him pat his clothes.

"Senior brother, if there’s nothing else, we’ll take our leave now." Zhou Long cupped his hands in salute, then promptly left with his two companions in tow.

They walked so quickly, it was as if they feared Lin Fan might call them back.

Lin Fan habitually wanted to rub his bald head but realized his hair had grown back.

This was so disappointing.

Not at all what he had imagined.

Are people really this clever these days? Just because I killed King Zhao Xian, do they need to act so terrified?

You’re Zhen Tian Peak disciples.

Brother Ye is your patron.

Can’t any of you step up, fight me on the Life and Death Platform, and bring me some joy? Let me experience the warmth of human kindness?

PS: In the last Chapter, the Mana calculation wasn’t wrong—I just misread it and confused Inner Strength for Mana. However, the data in the Chapter’s list wasn’t mistaken. Why didn’t I list the full data explicitly? So that you wouldn’t say I’m padding the word count again. Frustrating.