Accidentally invincible!

"Hahaha!"

Qin Yang burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as tears almost streamed down his face.

"Brother Lin, you actually don't know that Yin Hao, the wielder of the Heartbreak Sword, is truly shameless. I heard he cultivates an ancient Divine Skill called the 'Heartbroken Compassionate Sword.'"

"Don't be fooled by its lengthy name—it doesn't necessarily mean it's powerful. To master this skill, a cultivator must experience the agony of utter heartbreak. But that guy is a genius—or should I say appropriately despicable. He disguises himself and retreats to a remote area devoid of immortals to live as an ordinary person, where he searches for a companion and eventually gets married."

"And on the wedding night, he secretly arranges for someone else to take his place in the bridal chamber while he spies from outside. Pretending to be devastated, he trains in the courtyard with his sword."

"What a friggin' talent!"

Qin Yang had once seen Yin Hao in person and had heard about this strange behavior. The first time he learned about it, he was completely dumbfounded.

To think the world contained such characters.

Indeed, one must admit: the world is vast, and nothing is too bizarre to exist.

"I've heard of people playing tunes on the flute to liven things up, but this... this is on another level." Lin Fan was stunned, his gaze at the other party shifting noticeably.

Yin Hao's face darkened as he angrily said, "What nonsense are you spewing?"

Very few people knew how he used this method for cultivation. Originally, no one was privy to the secret—until one day, while drunk on immortal wine, he confided in a friend. Unexpectedly, that friend spread the word carelessly.

That friend didn't live long afterward, falling by Yin Hao's sword.

This incident taught him what a dreadful price one pays for having a loose tongue.

Still, none of it mattered; the rumors had already flown far and wide.

Qin Yang sneered, "If you don't want people to know, then don't do it. Your Heartbreak Sword is quite infamous—everyone knows about it. Oh, how shameless you are. No wonder your understanding of Sword Dao is so extraordinary."

"And who might you be?" Yin Hao focused his gaze on Qin Yang, understanding that anyone privy to these tales must have a significant status among their peers.

Qin Yang furrowed his brows, evidently displeased. "Unbelievable, you don't even know who I am? Immortal Venerable's direct bloodline—Qin Yang, the Little Immortal Venerable! And you dare not recognize me? Truly unforgivable."

"Qin Yang…" Yin Hao was taken aback, but shortly after sneered, "So, it's you. The two standing beside you must be the ones who humiliated the Flower List Immortal and drew the wrath of various prodigies across the land. I can't believe you dare show your faces here."

Just as Qin Yang was about to retort.

Lin Fan interrupted directly, "Stop wasting time. The three of us should act now and head deeper inside. There are too many passageways here; others might get ahead of us."

"True, I nearly let this distract me from an important matter," Qin Yang said, realizing they still needed to settle accounts with the True Dragon Tree inside. He had no time for idle chatter.

Immediately.

The three charged at Yin Hao.

"Good! Let me show you the true might of the Heartbreak Sword," Yin Hao jeered coldly. A world-shaking Sword Intent erupted from him, along with a unique sword domain that enveloped the trio. The Divine Skills he cultivated made his swordsmanship utterly daunting.

Even a Daluo Golden Immortal would praise his swordsmanship as remarkable.

"Ah!"

"You scoundrels!"

"Stop fighting! Just stop already!"

"Despicable! Shameless! How dare you treat me like this—what a hateful bunch!"

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Three figures swiftly rushed further inside. As for Yin Hao, he had long been locked up in Lin Fan's pig farm.

That piglet had decent qualities. Though he harbored peculiar preferences, a piglet with unique tastes was indeed valuable—in unexpected ways.

As they ventured closer to the heart of the area, they slowed their pace, concealing their presence to avoid alerting anyone.

Lin Fan sensed something unusual.

It wasn't a sense of danger.

Rather, the eerie silence was unsettling.

Before long.

The three of them crouched and quietly observed the situation within the cavern.

"The True Dragon Tree is still there. After all this time, it hasn't left," Qin Yang murmured softly.

At that moment, the True Dragon Tree stood in the center of the cavern. Its shimmering leaves radiated brilliance, exuding the aura of an Immortal Treasure. It remained perfectly still, as though immersed in some activity.

"Brother Lin, the True Dragon Tree is right there. While no one else has entered yet, let's bring out our Holy Weapons and batter it into submission." Qin Yang was itching to act, eager for what seemed to be the perfect opportunity—all three carried Holy Weapons. How strong could the True Dragon Tree be in defending against them?

"Hold on a moment."

Lin Fan restrained Qin Yang's impatience and whispered, "Something's not right. The True Dragon Tree is a rare treasure, but it's sitting here in plain sight and hasn't budged after all this time. Could it be deliberately luring others into a trap?"

"That's unlikely," Qin Yang said skeptically.

Could the True Dragon Tree really be so cunning?

But then, remembering how it had previously humiliated him so thoroughly, he started to feel it was possible.

If it could leave this place but chose to stay instead, what did that suggest?

Clearly, something was amiss.

"What's so unlikely about it?" Lin Fan countered. "Don't think humans are the only ones who can be deceitful. For a treasure like the True Dragon Tree to survive from its formation until now without being captured—it must be extraordinary. Let's observe further and tread cautiously, which is always the wiser move."

Shortly thereafter.

Sounds echoed from a nearby tunnel.

"Ahead, the True Dragon Tree is right ahead. I can't believe such a rare treasure exists here and we didn't know about it. Thankfully, we arrived early—otherwise, once the big shots come, there will be nothing left for us."

"Hahaha! Who knows if the True Dragon Pond is also here? If it is, we could ascend to Immortal Venerable status!"

From their conversation, it was clear that two immortals had arrived.

And they were ambitious ones.

Who wouldn't want to become an Immortal Venerable?

To achieve Immortal Venerable status meant dominating the Immortal Realm.

Qin Yang kept his eyes fixed, fully prepared. The moment those two immortals seized the True Dragon Tree unharmed, he would unleash his Holy Weapon to knock them down and snatch it away from their hands.

In no time.

The two immortals appeared, their presence formidable. With the Immortal Dao Law bolstering them, it was clear they had come prepared to enter the Dragon Nest cautiously, fearing any potential ambush.

"Look—that's the True Dragon Tree," one of the immortals said excitedly.

He spotted it.

The radiant brilliance of the tree underscored its rarity, its extraordinary aura making it stand out altogether.

"Be careful. The True Dragon Tree is a treasure, and its effects are unpredictable—it may pose a danger."

"What's danger to immortals? Just be cautious, and we're good. Let's grab it quickly before anyone else arrives and take it away, leaving the latecomers with nothing."

They had their plan laid out, employing Immortal Techniques to fortify themselves and weaving the Immortal Dao Law into a net over their heads. Inching forward step by step, they moved toward the True Dragon Tree carefully.

Closer and closer, their hearts began to stir with faint ripples. They could hardly remain calm, especially when standing before the extraordinary True Dragon Tree—it wasn't just any treasure.

Yet everything went smoothly—there was no sign of trouble.

They began to relax slightly.

Maybe there was really no danger after all.

"Brother Lin, should we act now? If they get away with the True Dragon Tree, we'll suffer a huge loss," Qin Yang urged, his hatred for the True Dragon Tree at its peak.

Lin Fan remained deeply skeptical. Was this genuinely as straightforward as it seemed?

"Let's wait just a bit longer."

At this moment.

The two immortals had reached the True Dragon Tree. One of them extended his hand to gently touch the tree's leaves, only to tremble with exhilaration. "Amazing… truly amazing. The refinement of my Divine Soul—just from touching its leaves—is unparalleled."

The other immortal was overjoyed. "I didn't expect this to go so smoothly."

Unable to contain themselves any longer, they hurried to pluck the True Dragon Tree.

But in an instant, shrieks erupted.

"No! My Law, my mana—it's being drained! The True Dragon Tree is absorbing everything!"

Whoosh!

Just like Qin Yang had once experienced, the True Dragon Tree's branches pierced through the two immortals, swiftly absorbing them into desiccated corpses. In the blink of an eye, its branches dug out large pits in the ground, burying the remains to destroy the evidence—as if nothing had occurred in the cavern at all.

"This..."

Lin Fan and the others exchanged startled glances.

Qin Yang exclaimed, "Oh my god! The True Dragon Tree is so sinister—tricking them into letting their guard down before striking, and even burying the bodies afterward. Anyone who comes here later wouldn't find a hint of what happened—they'd fall for the trap outright."

"Maybe countless victims are already buried here."

Having experienced the True Dragon Tree's treachery firsthand, Qin Yang knew its horrors all too well. He was the only one left alive after encountering it, at the cost of destroying his own Immortal Treasure entirely.

Lin Fan mused, "By right, the True Dragon Tree should nurture True Dragons, yet with such ruthless methods... Can it still be considered a True Dragon?"

Xiang Fei speculated, "Could it be a malevolent entity inhabiting it?"

"Could be… not quite certain," Lin Fan said. To ascertain the truth, they would need to touch the True Dragon Tree themselves.

"So what do we do now?" Qin Yang asked, knowing the current situation made retrieving the True Dragon Tree unscathed nearly impossible.

Lin Fan declared, "Whether it's good or bad doesn't matter anymore—obtaining it is all that counts. Later, we'll feign approaching it casually. Once we're close enough, listen for my signal and strike. Use the Holy Weapons to cut it down; even if it's damaged, fractured—so long as we claim it, it's fine."

"Great, that's exactly my style! I've been itching for revenge," Qin Yang said eagerly, his determination set. Just recalling the humiliation he once suffered at the True Dragon Tree's hands made him angry.

A dignified Little Immortal Venerable, beaten and chased by something that wasn't even human.

The thought alone was unbearable.

Lin Fan reminded him, "Calm down. Act in a way that looks ordinary—don't let the True Dragon Tree suspect anything. I bet its intelligence isn't beneath yours."

"Brother Lin, correction: its intelligence isn't beneath ours—this much mustn't be confused," Qin Yang quipped, knowing Lin Fan was teasing him yet again. He had to clarify things for the record—this was crucial.

Lin Fan glanced at Qin Yang, slightly surprised that the brat had caught on.

Not bad—his brain worked too.