Accidentally invincible!

"What the f*ck!"

Qin Yang was utterly stunned by Lin Fan's maneuver.

This was just too domineering.

It completely left him dumbfounded.

Xiang Fei stood there with his mouth agape, utterly astonished. He had never imagined such a scenario. Brother Lin didn't hesitate at all and mercilessly pounded his own chest, rendering Xiang Fei utterly speechless at the sight.

When Elder Xue took out a dagger and threatened to pierce his heart, Lin Fan had already anticipated the situation and directly activated his Innate Divine Ability.

Heat Perception.

He could see clearly the internal structure of the opponent's body.

So what if the heart's position was a little unusual?

Honestly, even without the Innate Divine Ability, he could have guessed it.

Elder Xue stared at Lin Fan in horror, then looked down at his chest. Because of the straw doll's effect, blood was flowing from his chest, and his heart was now shattered.

As an Immortal Monarch, he wouldn't die just because his heart was destroyed.

But for him, the current situation was extremely grim.

"How could you possibly know this?" Elder Xue asked in disbelief.

If he had known the opponent could do this, he wouldn't have used the straw doll even if it killed him.

Lin Fan chuckled and said, "Like father, like son, huh? Both father and son love playing these kinds of tricks. But why can't you figure it out? Dangerous Divine Skills like this shouldn't be used recklessly; one slip-up can cost lives."

"Look, for example, like this."

Lin Fan grabbed his own arm, and with a sudden force, *rip*, he tore it off, blood gushing everywhere.

"Hiss~ That hurts so bad."

He had torn off one of his own arms, and even he couldn't bear the pain.

"Ah!"

Elder Xue screamed miserably, his face full of terror as he watched Lin Fan. It felt like he had encountered a madman. Lin Fan was clearly insane—the likes of which he'd never seen before.

Qin Yang exclaimed, "Brother Lin, isn't this a bit too extreme?"

"Extreme? The more extreme stuff comes later." Lin Fan glanced at Qin Yang, then continued. With a *crack*, he broke his own leg. For Elder Xue, Lin Fan's self-mutilation directly affected him in the same way—essentially identical.

"What are you all standing around for? Go tie that old bastard up!" Lin Fan ordered.

Hearing this, Qin Yang was overjoyed and eagerly rushed forward. Seeing Elder Xue in such a wretched state, Qin Yang was unafraid. He went straight over and kicked Elder Xue to the ground.

"You old bastard, I have no idea what kind of messy Divine Skills you've been cultivating," Qin Yang said.

To be honest,

He truly didn't understand.

This stuff just seemed way too overbearing.

"You lunatic!" Elder Xue cursed angrily.

Enraged, Qin Yang sent another kick flying, "Damn it, you old coot, you dare call me a lunatic? Are you looking to die or something?"

"Brother Qin, he wasn't cursing you," Xiang Fei said in a strange tone as he watched Qin Yang. He couldn't help but notice Qin Yang tended to overthink things.

But honestly,

The people of Yin Immortal Mountain were truly unlucky.

Their Divine Skills were indeed powerful—

Mystical and unfathomable.

But for some reason, it seemed like Brother Lin was their nemesis. No matter how formidable their Divine Skills were, they couldn't cause any waves in front of Brother Lin.

Elder Xue was strong, a cultivator at the Immortal Monarch level. For someone like Xiang Fei, even if he had refined his Holy Weapon to a high degree, facing such an opponent would only mean running for his life. A single careless mistake would mean certain death.

"Whether he cursed me or not, I'm teaching him a lesson first," Qin Yang said firmly.

Lin Fan roared in frustration, "You idiot, tie him up already! Do you even realize when you kicked him, you were kicking me too?"

Qin Yang froze for a moment, the realization hitting him. Yeah, it really was like that.

He imagined it briefly.

Did that mean he had just kicked Brother Lin multiple times in a row? Good grief, this was way too exhilarating!

Meanwhile, Elder Xue howled in agony, hurriedly severing his connection with the straw doll that linked him to Lin Fan.

He hadn't expected things to escalate like this.

Why?

He couldn't figure it out at all.

Lin Fan activated his Innate Divine Ability, Limb Regeneration. With his cultivation at that level, even without relying on an Innate Divine Ability, his limbs could regrow. However, the Divine Ability was more adept—it provided plenty of benefits.

"Elder Xue, your tactic, much like your son's, is baffling to me. But at least you're smarter than your son. You know better than to use those reckless Divine Skills."

Lin Fan approached Elder Xue. With his heart shattered and his aura weak, Elder Xue was also tightly bound by Qin Yang, making him look downright miserable.

"You—"

Elder Xue glared at Lin Fan, wishing he could devour him alive.

Lin Fan picked up the straw doll. It was, without a doubt, an Immortal Treasure—a rather eerie one, too. But it was far too dangerous. Often, before it could kill someone else, it might end up killing its user first.

"Elder Xue, don't look at me like that. If you want my opinion, you just aren't very bright. Never mind—since things have already come to this, I doubt you'll have much chance of surviving."

"Quietly becoming a piglet is absolutely necessary."

Lin Fan was preparing to cultivate Elder Xue into a focus point. This person had potential. Perhaps he could even successfully cultivate the Fierce Phoenix Immortal Emperor's Emperor Scripture. Although there was no guarantee, there was at least a shred of hope.

"What do you plan to do?"

Realizing something wasn't right, Elder Xue saw Lin Fan stretching out a large hand to grab him.

Lin Fan smiled faintly. What was he planning to do?

Oh, he'd find out later.

Suddenly,

A formidable presence swept through the sky.

"Fellow Daoist, please show mercy."

At that moment, an old man stepped out from the Void. As he appeared, numerous celestial phenomena manifested around him. It was astonishing—the heavens and the earth seemed to resonate with this old man, and even the Immortal Dao Law shuddered in response.

"Ancestor, save me..."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Elder Xue immediately cried out, as if clinging to a thread of hope.

"Ancestor..."

Lin Fan and the others were startled. They hadn't expected the Ancestor of Yin Immortal Mountain to arrive personally. This made them uneasy—figures of the Ancestor's caliber were usually of the Immortal Emperor level.

That was not someone they could handle at their current strength.

"Hahaha, now that my Ancestor is here, let's see what you dare do," Elder Xue rejoiced. The Ancestor's arrival gave him complete assurance—what could these three youngsters possibly do now? Thinking they could escape from the hands of his Ancestor was outright delusional.

The Ancestor cast a cold look at Elder Xue, his gaze so chilling that it filled Elder Xue with dread. His voice trembled as he stammered, "Anc—Ancestor..."

"Silence," the Ancestor commanded sternly.

Elder Xue immediately lowered his head, terrified. He dared neither challenge the Ancestor nor defy his will.

Soon after,

The Ancestor's expression softened as he looked at Lin Fan and his companions. "Esteemed Daoists, this old man is Mao Zhenjun, the Ancestor of Yin Immortal Mountain. I've come here with no ill intent."

Lin Fan sized up the newcomer.

Powerful.

A bona fide Immortal Emperor-level giant.

The gravity of the situation dawned on Lin Fan. If this kind of powerhouse chose to act, the consequences would be catastrophic. Escaping alive would be a real challenge.

Calming his inner tension, Lin Fan spoke slowly, "What business does Immortal Emperor Mao have here?"

The fact that the other party hadn't acted yet suggested the situation wasn't entirely hopeless. There still seemed to be room for negotiation. After all, with his strength, if the Immortal Emperor intended to strike, there wasn't much they could resist with.

Mao Zhenjun said, "When I learned he had come out, I knew he'd come looking for all of you. So I've been following behind from a distance."

"The death of the Soul Demon was his own doing. I made it clear in Yin Immortal Mountain that this matter ends here, and no one was to pursue it further."

See?

Now *this* was how a sensible person spoke.

Unlike Elder Xue, who just started throwing punches the moment he showed up. Truly aggravating.

Qin Yang said, "Mao Immortal Emperor, as someone of your caliber, I trust you're not toying with us."

"Toy with you? Impossible. Young Little Immortal Venerable of the Qin Family, I was present to congratulate your family on your birth. I even held you in my arms back then, though you were too young and likely don't remember," Mao Zhenjun said.

Qin Yang, always quick to seize an opportunity, immediately ingratiated himself, "Mao Uncle! So we go way back, huh? Mao Uncle, you simply must put this guy in his place—he scared me out of my wits just now."

"Of course, of course. Mao Uncle will ensure justice is served," Mao Zhenjun said with a kind smile before turning to Elder Xue with a cold glare. "What are you waiting for? Apologize to the three Daoists immediately."

"I..."

Elder Xue looked utterly defeated. He found this hard to accept. His son had been slain by these three, and now he himself had almost been beaten to death. And on top of that, he was supposed to apologize to them? He couldn't do it.

But he had no choice.

Elder Xue reluctantly bowed his head and apologized to Lin Fan and his companions.

"Since Immortal Emperor Mao has come in person, how could I, Lin Fan, fail to show respect? Consider yourself lucky. If you pull the same stunt again, I won't let you off so lightly." Lin Fan released Elder Xue, setting free the piglet he had almost secured. What a pity.

Qin Yang chimed in, "Exactly! If not for Mao Uncle arriving today, your poor little life would've ended right here."

"To avoid any misunderstandings about Yin Immortal Mountain, I, as its Ancestor, cannot evade my responsibilities. These three Immortal Treasures might not be the best, but I hope you'll accept them," Mao Zhenjun said, presenting three treasures.

This gesture even left Lin Fan a bit surprised.

Strange.

What exactly was this old man planning?

Mao Zhenjun then extended an invitation, "If the three of you aren't in too much of a rush, why not visit Yin Immortal Mountain? I'd like to invite the young talents of the Immortal Realm to let the disciples of my mountain see that there are always greater people in this world, so they may learn to stay humble."

"Very well. Then we'll impose upon you," Lin Fan said.

Qin Yang, however, was apprehensive. "Brother Lin, visiting someone else's stronghold is nothing like being here. What if we get trapped and can't escape?"

"Don't worry. It'll be fine. If they meant us harm, there'd be no need for them to say so much. They could've acted directly. Do you think we could stop them?" Lin Fan reassured him.

Mao Zhenjun appeared unhurried, taking another mental note of Lin Fan. Their exchange naturally entered his ears, and Qin Yang's wariness amused him, especially when juxtaposed with Lin Fan's more open perspective.

"Please," Mao Zhenjun gestured invitingly.

Lin Fan and the others pocketed the Immortal Treasures. Honestly, Immortal Treasures weren't that valuable to them. They barely had time to refine their Holy Weapons, let alone bother with Immortal Treasures.

It'd be more worthwhile to sell them for Immortal Stones.