Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 265 - 262: This Mischievous Little Thing

"Huh!"

Lin Fan looked at Qin Heng in surprise.

"Inner Strength: 101 years."

His gaze was a bit peculiar, as if he had discovered some new continent, and the look made Qin Heng uneasy, as though something was amiss.

The intensity of his stare was somewhat terrifying.

"Brother Lin, why are you looking at me like this? You’re making me uncomfortable," Qin Heng said evasively. Did the other party somehow find out? During the time he was away, Qin had diligently served the Sect Leader, strengthened relations with fellow senior brothers, and built deep bonds.

Could it be that Lin Fan realized Qin was striving for the Sect Leader position and sensed that he had encountered a formidable rival?

The more Qin Heng thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

But alas, that’s just the reward of the early bird catching the worm—effort and sweat paying off.

"It’s nothing—keep it up; you’re doing well."

Lin Fan hadn’t expected Qin Heng’s Inner Strength to break past the limit of 100, reaching 101 years. To Lin Fan, it really wasn’t much to get excited about—it was only 101 years—but for Qin Heng, who lacked assistance, breaking 100 was somewhat unusual.

Qin Heng didn’t have the little auxiliary tools after all.

How did he manage this?

Looking at his details, the cultivation techniques he studied were all plain Martial Arts from the mortal world, with nothing remarkable or strange.

Forget it.

If you can’t figure it out, then just leave it alone—why add to your worries?

Maybe this is Qin Heng’s fortuitous encounter. In the cultivation world, nothing is truly impossible. When something does happen, it simply means opportunity has arrived.

The Ancestral Shrine.

This was where the ancestors of the Immortal Sect were enshrined. Lin Fan presented incense offerings to the ancestors and continued listening to the Sect Leader narrating the glorious deeds of these forebearers—a simple summary would be that every ancestor here was an extraordinary figure.

Last time, Lin Fan heard his master mention something about them. Whether it was true or false remained uncertain; even his master said he wasn’t sure and had only passed along what his own master had said. This oral tradition simply passed down generation after generation.

Whether you’ve seen them or not doesn’t matter.

As long as you believe it, that’s good enough.

It’s just that simple.

Lin Fan raised his head to look at the portraits while surveying his surroundings. Previously, his cultivation wasn’t strong enough to detect anything. Now, with his current level, maybe he’d uncover some clues if there were indeed issues here.

If these ancestors truly were that kind of existence...

It wouldn’t make sense for there to be no anomalies at all.

But unfortunately, even after scrutinizing the area thoroughly, Lin Fan saw no signs of anything unusual—not even the slightest phenomenon. It was as if some random paintings were casually hung up.

Perhaps his cultivation hadn’t yet reached sufficient heights to discern anything hidden.

Or perhaps he believed this was merely a trap—a pit left behind by the Immortal Sect’s ancestors.

Several days later.

Lin Fan was living quite leisurely and carefree, spending his days chatting with his master or fellow sect members, discussing recent affairs of the Immortal Sect.

The Immortal Sect was just a small sect, moreover situated within the territory governed by the Taiwu Immortal Sect, so it rarely faced any troubles.

"Master, these are three middle-grade defensive Dao Artifacts—consider them a token of filial respect from your disciple," Lin Fan said, presenting three Dao Artifacts obtained from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Since these were useless to him, given his current physique, these artifacts were practically a waste. But his master’s cultivation wasn’t high; unexpected danger while traveling was inevitable. With three defensive Dao Artifacts protecting him, it was akin to having three extra lives and standing invincible.

Fang Jiuzhen’s eyes bulged wide in disbelief, as though he’d seen a ghost.

In his entire life, Fang had never laid eyes on Dao Artifacts.

Now suddenly, three appeared before him, and they were gifts from his disciple. As a master, he found himself feeling embarrassed.

Before Fang Jiuzhen could react...

Lin Fan pulled out some Spirit Stones and Elixirs. To be honest.

He didn’t particularly need these things.

"Master, you should have these too. Use them for cultivation. With your aptitude and these resources, you’ll achieve Nascent Soul Realm in no time."

During this process, Lin Fan hardly noticed how the expression on his master’s face underwent dramatic changes with every item he took out.

"Disciple, did you rob the Taiwu Immortal Sect’s treasury? You mustn’t do such things; otherwise, it will lead to murderous consequences," Fang Jiuzhen stammered, afraid to even touch the items. He felt it best to return them before anyone noticed.

"Master, rest assured. These are things I painstakingly obtained outside. Just use them without worry," Lin Fan said.

Fang Jiuzhen felt like crying. Scenes unfolded in his mind of his disciple braving countless life-and-death situations, scrimping and saving to amass these treasures, ultimately sneaking back to deliver them.

It even crossed his mind that his disciple might be preparing to say a final goodbye.

"Are you leaving, then?" Fang Jiuzhen asked.

Lin Fan nodded. "Yes, Master. It’s time for me to continue my journey and training."

As expected.

Fang Jiuzhen knew his suspicions were correct—surely, his disciple had made numerous enemies outside. The fact that he returned at all was already a risk, and now, after a brief stay at the sect, he was preparing to leave again, likely fearing trouble would follow.

Upon realization.

Fang Jiuzhen felt like crying.

Who would’ve thought that he’d, in this lifetime, receive such a disciple?

This was truly the ancestors’ blessings.

"As your master, I can’t offer much help, but you must be careful while out there. Avoid unnecessary conflicts. A small loss is tolerance; enduring hardships is fine. The most important thing is staying alive. As long as you’re alive, there’s always hope," Fang Jiuzhen advised, unsure of what else to say.

"Understood, Master. Don’t worry—your disciple knows what to do. Take care of yourself, too. When the time comes, everything will get better," Lin Fan reassured his master.

Lin Fan had his own plans.

His current capabilities were strong enough for self-defense but not sufficient for suppressing the world.

For now, it seemed best for the Immortal Sect to maintain stability and avoid participating in any major affairs.

With the resources Lin Fan provided.

Cultivation alone would suffice.

Meanwhile, Qin Heng felt like a neglected child. Ever since Lin Fan returned, his status within the sect had plummeted—but even with that, Qin Heng refused to give up.

"Brother Lin, remember to wear warm clothes outside, stay safe, and eat regularly. I’ll miss you," Qin Heng said with tears streaming down his face while bidding Lin Fan farewell alongside Fang Jiuzhen. His display was unbearably emotional despite him secretly thinking, "Hurry up and leave. Leave the Immortal Sect in my hands—I promise nothing will happen."

Lin Fan glanced at him indifferently, not paying him much mind. This guy likely had his own opportunities. As for the Sect Leader position, Lin Fan truly had no interest.

But seeing Qin Heng’s reaction, Lin Fan couldn’t resist teasing him.

"Qin Heng, as the Chief Disciple of the Sect Leader, I—your senior brother—order you to take good care of Master. If Master loses weight, I’ll handle you personally when I return."

With these parting words, Lin Fan bowed respectfully to his master and left the Immortal Sect.

Qin Heng’s demeanor shifted.

His mind brimmed with Lin Fan’s words—Sect Leader’s disciple, senior brother. Didn’t that imply that Lin Fan might return to compete for the Sect Leader position?

How could he allow that to happen?

No way.

He must work harder—there’s no way he’d let Lin Fan take the Sect Leader’s position from him.

At the Taiwu Immortal Sect.

Lin Fan’s arrival stirred quite the commotion. As disciples of a major sect, many had already heard of Lin Fan’s exploits—he’d apparently accomplished numerous feats outside, even getting put under a Kill Order by two Demon Experts.

To his fellow disciples, these events seemed almost unimaginable.

This was akin to the saying, "Comparisons breed envy."

As for Wen Xian, ever since he returned with the Sect Leader from the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, he hadn’t been in a good state. His stature and reputation were eclipsed, and as the self-proclaimed senior brother of the Taiwu Immortal Sect, he felt deeply ashamed.

So shortly after his return, Wen Xian left the sect again, declaring boldly that he wouldn’t return until he mastered the Three Calamities and Six Tribulations realm. freёnovelkiss.com

Zhen Tian Peak.

The first thing Lin Fan did upon arrival at Zhen Tian Peak wasn’t visiting friends or enjoying the scenery but directly heading to its main hall. He’d given Ye Zhen Tian plenty of time—way more than agreed—so naturally, it was time to collect the millions of Spirit Stones owed to him.

"Haha, what class! Haven’t visited in a while, but Zhen Tian Peak’s landscaping seems better—it even has quite a collection of exotic beasts," Lin Fan remarked.

These exotic animals, spirit beasts, were more for decoration purposes. Slightly sniffing the air, Lin Fan didn’t pick up the scent of Five-colored Heavenly Chickens. Clearly, Ye Zhen Tian had been scared off from raising them—probably after Lin ate quite a few.

"Greetings, Brother Lin."

"Brother Lin."

Disciples passing by respectfully greeted him.

Though they belonged to Zhen Tian Peak, Lin Fan’s reputation grew ever larger—what was once big had now become enormous, and news of his exploits had reached their ears.

Thus, their respect for him deepened.

Inside the hall.

Bam!

A disciple burst in frantically. "Brother Ye, Lin Fan has returned, and he’s come straight to Zhen Tian Peak."

Ye Zhen Tian, seated composedly, tried to maintain an air of assurance upon hearing this, though his heart panicked. "Oh, noted. You may leave."

"Understood."

This disciple, aware of some insider information about the friction between Ye Zhen Tian and Lin Fan, dared not address Lin Fan disrespectfully when speaking directly to him. Clearly, Lin Fan remained highly esteemed—the disciple would call him "Brother Lin" without fail.

Watching the disciple leave.

Once out of sight.

Ye Zhen Tian immediately rose from his seat, uneasily pacing back and forth.

"Why’s he back."

"Wasn’t he being hunted by two Demon Experts? Shouldn’t he be lying low out there?"

"If he’s here now, it must be for Spirit Stones—but where can I get Spirit Stones to give him?"

Ye Zhen Tian’s face clouded with worry, unsure of what to do. No, he couldn’t just sit and wait—who knows what might happen next? Evading problems, even if only temporarily, was essential.

Then suddenly.

As if struck by inspiration, Ye Zhen Tian hastened towards the back mountain. Disciples greeted him politely along the way, but Ye Zhen Tian gave no response.

His mind was fixated elsewhere.

Back at Zhen Tian Peak’s grand chamber, Lin Fan stepped inside. "Ye, Brother Ye! Your senior is here—why don’t you step out to welcome me? Are you showing disdain for your senior brother now?"

Wandering through Ye Zhen Tian’s territory felt completely natural for Lin Fan—like moving seamlessly through his own domain.

Though he spoke up to alert Ye Zhen Tian, Lin Fan navigated through the familiar paths without hesitation, soon arriving at Ye Zhen Tian’s usual place.

Only to find it empty.

Not a soul in sight.

But he noticed steaming tea on the side table, prompting a grin.

"You mischievous little rascal, playing hide-and-seek, are we?"

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