Accidentally invincible!

Dead?

He died just like that.

Who would have thought that the Emperor of the Great Wilderness didn't even get to see the opponent's figure before dying? This was terrifyingly unexpected.

Soon enough.

A figure emerged from the Imperial Mausoleum.

Following that were Qin Yang and Xiang Fei, and finally the little girl carrying the small caterpillar appeared.

The child knelt and said, "Ji An pays respect to Ancestor."

Qin Yang stepped forward, helped the child up, and said, "Hmm, quite promising for someone so young."

Then he pointed at Lin Fan and said, "That is your First Ancestor."

He pointed at Xiang Fei and said, "That is your Third Ancestor."

"And I am your Second Ancestor."

Finally, Qin Yang looked at the little girl and grinned, "And that is your Fourth Ancestor-Madam."

The child's round eyes beamed with excitement. He hadn't expected to have so many ancestors. He eagerly knelt again, saying:

"Ji An pays respect to Second Ancestor, Third Ancestor, and Fourth Ancestor-Madam."

Lin Fan felt an urge to spit out blood. Qin Yang, are you even human?

Even deceiving the child like this.

General Huang looked on, stunned, attempting to stop Qin Yang as he took advantage of His Majesty. But the Empress Dowager stopped him with her gaze, forbidding any rash actions.

Qin Yang didn't care about others' reactions at all. He helped the child up and said, "Hmm, good, very good. Second Ancestor likes you."

Far away.

Above the Heavenly Vault on a red cloud.

The Soul Demon Old Immortal sat cross-legged, forming immortal techniques with his fingers, as countless souls and dim red light dots around him merged into his body.

Suddenly.

He opened his eyes, two beams of light shot forth, full of surprise. The Emperor of the Great Wilderness screamed for help before being slain?

"Strange, the Great Yun Dynasty doesn't have powerful figures. Who could have killed the Emperor of the Great Wilderness?"

"Unacceptable, this ruins my plans. I won't tolerate it."

He had known the Emperor of the Great Wilderness for several years. Seeing his ambition, they aligned interests—him needing war souls—becoming cultivation partners.

Back at the Imperial Mausoleum.

Lin Fan and the others waited briefly.

Sudden commotion.

Strong winds surged, eerie gusts swept across. These were immortal realm gales, capable of shaking one's divine soul—those of weak will and fragile souls, upon contact, would lose their divine soul, their three spiritual and seven physical souls vanishing.

"Who has the audacity to harm my companion? Do you know who I am?"

The person hadn't yet arrived, but his voice thundered ahead.

Xiang Fei stared at the scene before him, lost in thought as if recalling something. Suddenly, he remembered.

"Brother Lin, if my memory serves me right, this person should be from Yin Immortal Mountain."

Lin Fan hadn't a clue what Yin Immortal Mountain was.

He hadn't been in the Immortal Realm for long, offending only some important figures and hidden factions. He truly didn't know.

Qin Yang said, "I know Yin Immortal Mountain. People from that place are generally treacherous, known for sinister techniques, like the Seven Needle Curse, Bloodline Curse, and other wicked divine skills originating from Yin Immortal Mountain."

Perhaps Qin Yang's voice wasn't low enough.

The Soul Demon Old Immortal heard his words and replied coldly, "Since you know who I am, why do you dare harm my companion?"

Qin Yang shrugged, "You're quite amusing. How would I know he was close to you? Only when he died did he mention your name—ridiculous."

The Soul Demon Old Immortal roared uncontrollably, nearing madness.

"You vile scoundrel! You dare be so arrogant? Let's see how I take your life!"

Suddenly.

A figure appeared before them, radiating a strange, unsettling aura that discomforted everyone.

The Soul Demon Old Immortal's appearance was rather shabby. He wore a robe made of rough burlap, ragged and tattered, resembling a vagrant.

If one had to describe it, it was somewhat similar to western wizard attire.

Lin Fan shot him a glance.

[Soul Demon Old Immortal: Third Level of Immortal Realm—Golden Immortal Realm]

[Possible Drops: Bloodline Curse, Remote Blood Killing, Flying Centipede Technique, Paperman Beating Immortal Skill…]

Just this one look left Lin Fan puzzled.

What the hell are these things?

He could guarantee.

He had never seen such bizarre divine skills.

Lin Fan said, "Fellow cultivator, with such shabby attire, we can smell your stench from far away. I truly wonder how you cultivate—could you not clean yourself up a bit?"

"Bold! How dare you speak to me like this? Since you're so insolent, I'll show you the miserable fate of those who oppose me—Soul Demon Old Immortal!" the Soul Demon Old Immortal snarled.

He had never encountered someone so brazen.

Especially someone who dared to insult him outright; it was intolerable.

Swoosh!

With a flick of his robe, he spread out a red tattered cloth, pulling out a palm-sized incense burner. Tossing it into the air, he formed spells with his fingers, muttering chants with his blackened lips as though casting some astonishing divine technique.

Suddenly.

The incense burner started emitting smoke. Ssssss—out crawled a tiny centipede, its hundred legs wrapped around the burner, chillingly sinister.

"Go!"

The Soul Demon Old Immortal bellowed, pointing to the incense burner.

The centipede wrapped around the burner instantly vanished.

In the blink of an eye.

The centipede miraculously appeared on Lin Fan's body, growing rapidly until it tightly coiled around him.

"Amazing!"

Lin Fan exclaimed in awe; it was like watching a magic trick. Poof! And it disappeared.

"Hahahahaha…"

The Soul Demon Old Immortal laughed manically, his expression turning fierce as he ordered, "Die now."

The centipede opened its mouth and spewed toxic fumes.

"Dead, finally dead. Even a Daluo Golden Immortal couldn't withstand this poison."

By now, Lin Fan was enveloped in the toxic fumes.

But suddenly.

A palm smashed onto the centipede's head. Boom—the centipede's head exploded, its body slumped lifelessly onto the ground.

"What toxic fumes? They just stink,"

Lin Fan said while waving his hand dismissively, completely unaffected by the fumes. He possessed the Calamity Immortal Body, rendering such poisonous gas utterly ineffective.

"Impossible!"

The Soul Demon Old Immortal was horrified. He hadn't expected the other party to remain unharmed amidst the centipede's venomous fumes—it was unbelievable.

Even more shocking was.

The little caterpillar lying quietly in the little girl's arms suddenly seemed to sniff out some delicacy. It darted toward the centipede's corpse and began devouring its flesh.

At this moment.

The Soul Demon Old Immortal shrieked, "You do have some means. If that's the case, let's see how your companions handle it."

His sinister gaze shifted to Xiang Fei.

Bzzz!

The Void trembled slightly.

The Soul Demon Old Immortal's eyes glowed intensely, locking Xiang Fei's image deep within his mind.

"Hahaha, die for me now."

He sat cross-legged on the red cloth, forming hand seals with his fingers, chanting spells again.

Suddenly.

The Soul Demon Old Immortal's pupils widened, his face contorted with rage. Blood gushed from his mouth in torrents, along with strange insect-like creatures crawling out.

"Die!"

"Die!"

"Die!"

Right then, the Soul Demon Old Immortal used the Remote Blood Killing technique, locking onto the opponent's appearance and establishing a connection. His spell caused the target fatal harm—an unstoppable wave of blood loss culminating in death.

Xiang Fei calmly said, "Yin Immortal Mountain's divine skills are indeed eerie. He connected himself to me, but my Holy Weapon protects me. These methods are futile."

The Soul Demon Old Immortal's robe, already filthy, now reached a new level of disgusting as he poured out blood and insects, making him utterly unbearable.

It was hard to imagine how the Emperor of the Great Wilderness tolerated him earlier.

But nobody here could endure him.

Time ticked by.

The Soul Demon Old Immortal spilled more than a basin of blood.

Unbelievably.

He couldn't understand why his target remained completely unaffected.

Qin Yang pinched his nose, disgusted by the stink of the blood. He said outright, "Hey, can you stop? The Holy Weapon protects him—your technique is useless. Don't you realize how much blood you've spilled already? The stench is suffocating, nauseating."

"Holy Weapon protection? So that's why he dared act so arrogantly?" The Soul Demon Old Immortal glared at Xiang Fei. "Fine, excellent."

"And…"

"You just insulted me saying I'm nauseating. Let's see if you're as protected by Holy Weapons as he is."

His words barely finished.

Qin Yang screamed, "Ah! My hand's cut! My hand split open—he's stealing my blood!"

The blood seemed sentient, flying toward the Soul Demon Old Immortal. Upon closer inspection, an insect could be seen carrying the blood below it.

The Soul Demon Old Immortal opened his mouth and swallowed the blood, sneering, "Since you enjoy running your mouth, I'll cast the Bloodline Curse on you—reducing your future generations to mute corpses, food for maggots."

"Oh, so vicious?" Qin Yang exclaimed nervously.

The Soul Demon Old Immortal closed his eyes and began chanting, "Bloodline Curse: Heaven's triple calamity—body rotting, divine soul decaying, skeletal collapse. Curse this bloodline to produce deaf, dumb, and pitiful descendants for eternity."

"Complete."

"Complete."

He roared with sinister zeal, his voice chilling and unsettling.

"Ah!"

Suddenly.

The Soul Demon Old Immortal screamed miserably, collapsing, writhing on the ground, clawing at his body as itchiness overwhelmed him. Soon, his flesh became a bloody mess, accompanied by waves of rot.

"Ah! Save me, save me. What bloodline is this? Why does it have this effect?"

"Father, save me! I cursed the Immortal Venerable's direct descendant—I'm going to die!"

"I won't dare anymore!"

In an instant.

A white mist floated from the Soul Demon Old Immortal's body, leaving behind only a pool of blood as he vanished completely.

Silence.

The surroundings became eerily quiet.

Xiang Fei gazed in astonishment, blinking as if struggling to process what had occurred.

Qin Yang was dumbfounded, swearing by the heavens that he hadn't done anything—he hadn't touched a single thing. He had simply stood still, wrapping a bandage around his finger moments ago.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Applause sounded.

Lin Fan clapped his hands, marveling, "What a performance! Truly spectacular—a living person, dismantled step by step before our eyes until they turned into a puddle of liquid. Such skill is beyond us."

"Magnificent."

"Absolutely magnificent."

Qin Yang and Xiang Fei were swept up by Lin Fan's words, feeling compelled to clap as well.

Clap clap clap!

The two joined in, saying:

"Indeed impressive."

The child exclaimed excitedly, "Such amazing tricks! Even better than those at the palace."

If the Soul Demon Old Immortal were still alive.

He might truly consider changing careers and joining the circus.