Accidentally invincible!

As Immortal Mao departed.

Elder Xue felt deeply unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. How could he dare go against the will of the patriarch? He could only bury this unwillingness deep in his heart, knowing full well that severe punishment awaited him upon returning.

He simply couldn't understand why the patriarch would act this way.

What was so remarkable about these three?

If it's about Qin Yang, then there's truly no reason for it—after all, the patriarch is of Immortal Emperor level, so why would he need to show such courtesy to the descendant of an Immortal Venerable?

Not long after.

Yin Immortal Mountain appeared ahead.

The location of Yin Immortal Mountain was quite remote. Perhaps it wasn't welcomed in the Immortal Realm, and thus no other sects or even a single city existed within 10,000 miles surrounding it.

Other than barren mountains and pitch-black soil, there was nothing else.

"Uncle Mao, this place really is desolate." Qin Yang attempted to build rapport with Immortal Mao, but his earlier skeptical remarks had already been overheard.

Immortal Mao chuckled. "Nephew, this can't be helped."

Honestly speaking, even Immortal Mao felt bittersweet about the reasons behind this. All because Yin Immortal Mountain's Divine Skills were slightly eerie, it wasn't well-received. In fact, Yin Immortal Mountain nearly suffered extermination in the past.

Had it not been for an ancestor who cast the Blood Curse and deterred numerous powerful enemies, Yin Immortal Mountain might have ceased to exist long ago.

"If possible, I'd suggest starting with planting some greenery." Lin Fan remarked.

He advised that focusing on landscaping would be crucial for making the mountain more appealing—more greenery was a must.

Furthermore, when people demonstrated Divine Skills, they shouldn't constantly cough up blood. The gruesome scenes were simply unbearable to witness.

"Greenery?" Immortal Mao pondered for a moment, then said, "I'll have the disciples give it a try when we get back."

Elder Xue had no idea what the patriarch was planning. For now, he simply stood behind them with his head lowered, keeping his silence. Everything seemed far from his expectations.

Qin Yang cheerfully approached Elder Xue, saying, "Old man, see? I told you, what's the point? Your patriarch treats us like guests, yet you still want to take our lives. When you get back, you're bound to be penalized. How tragic must your fate be to explain all this, hmm…"

Xiang Fei observed that Qin Yang was indeed shameless.

Not just mildly shameless—but completely and utterly shameless.

Elder Xue was thoroughly infuriated by Qin Yang but managed to suppress his inner rage. Truly, his desire to kill Qin Yang exceeded his desire to kill Lin Fan.

"Humph." Elder Xue snorted coldly, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Qin Yang exclaimed, "Uncle Mao, he yelled at me! I saw the killing intent in his eyes—I don't even dare to enter Yin Immortal Mountain now."

Immortal Mao shot a cold glance at Elder Xue.

Elder Xue broke out into a cold sweat and dared not say a word.

Holy crap!

They really were so infuriating.

Qin Yang grinned slyly at Elder Xue, sticking his tongue out in a taunting gesture, "Bleh, bleh, bleh…"

What can you do to me?

Elder Xue clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, his heart overflowing with hatred. Damn brat.

"Here we are. This is Yin Immortal Mountain," Immortal Mao said.

They descended into the mountain, where a massive formation enveloped the region. The atmosphere of the place was decidedly eerie.

It wasn't the terrain.

It was the disciples of Yin Immortal Mountain, all practicing Divine Skills that created an unsettling environment.

Immortal Mao led Lin Fan and the others into the mountain gate. Countless disciples saw them, bowing respectfully and greeting the patriarch loudly.

To the disciples.

They were all curious about the three figures following beside the patriarch.

Upon seeing Elder Xue, they immediately noticed his terrifyingly dark expression, as though he'd been wronged, yet his eyes brimmed with murderous intent—intent so strong that it was downright chilling.

Who did he want to kill?

A little intimidating, really.

Immortal Mao summoned a senior elder and instructed, "Gather the legacy disciples from inside the mountain. The patriarch has brought back three young talents from outside, hoping to show them something."

"Understood, patriarch." The elder gave Elder Xue a quick look before rushing off.

He had no idea why Elder Xue returned with the patriarch, looking so grim. Perhaps something had happened outside?

Lin Fan said, "Immortal Mao, wouldn't having us spar with your sect's legacy disciples be somewhat inappropriate?"

"Indeed, indeed. Uncle Mao, what if we end up shattering their confidence? What then? My Brother Lin may not excel in other things, but he's pretty skilled at dismantling others' Dao Hearts," Qin Yang chimed in.

And in that instant, Qin Yang noticed the look Lin Fan gave him—a look that said, "If you get beaten to death someday, you'll definitely deserve it. Your survival only proves that heaven isn't just."

"Why are you staring at me, Uncle Mao? Everything I said is true," Qin Yang added.

Immortal Mao smiled, saying, "It doesn't matter."

The back mountain.

The scenery here was markedly different from the rest of Yin Immortal Mountain—remarkably beautiful. At the moment, roaring sounds filled the air, as a waterfall like a silver river crashed upon a massive boulder in the pool below.

Upon closer inspection.

A figure could be seen seated cross-legged beneath the cascading water.

"Senior Brother! Stop cultivating—patriarch brought back three young talents! It seems like the patriarch wants to broaden our horizons, to let us see the outside world's outstanding youths. I'm a little unconvinced, but since it's the patriarch who brought them, they must be extraordinary. To preserve the dignity of Yin Immortal Mountain, we absolutely need you to take charge!" a short man shouted.

The man's stature was diminutive. If a fortune-teller were here, they'd definitely exclaim, "Fived-diminished fate! Yet you've survived this long—your destiny is bizarre indeed, truly wicked!"

As his words fell.

The endlessly cascading waterfall abruptly stopped, as though time itself had frozen. Then, the torrential stream rose into the air, creating a misty white haze.

"This really happened?"

The man within the waterfall stood up and approached, his burly physique unlike the typical Immortal. He seemed to have specialized in body training.

Reaching the shore, he grabbed garments from atop the stone, slipped them on, and curiously asked, "What's their background? For the patriarch to personally bring them, they must be extraordinary."

"No idea, but they seen awfully valued by him," the short man replied. Then, noticing the embedded Alien Bone had been refined into Senior Brother's body, he exclaimed, "Senior Brother! You've successfully merged the Dragon Bone into your body?"

"Mm. After months of closed-door cultivation here, I've refined the Dragon Bone into my body. It's no big deal," Senior Brother said flatly, as though it wasn't an achievement worth mentioning.

But this left the short man practically jumping in shock. "Senior Brother, your talent is unmatched. Merging the Dragon Bone—the outside talents are nothing compared! If you're willing to emerge, the title of number-one talent will surely belong to you!"

Senior Brother said, "Junior Brother, don't indulge such thoughts. There's always someone stronger; the skies are endless. If you assume Dragon Bone fusion makes you invincible, you won't even understand how you die in the future. Take the Heavenly Court's Young Emperor—I sparred with him once, and couldn't last over a hundred moves. Even now, I don't have absolute confidence I could defeat him."

"Come, let's first check out the three young talents the patriarch brought."

The fused Dragon Bone rendered him naturally confident. Though his tone was modest outwardly, deep inside, he harbored colossal pride. He might admit others were stronger, but submission wasn't in his nature.

Meanwhile.

At the grand hall.

The patriarch said, "These three are young talents I invited in from outside. This young man is named Lin Fan, well-known beyond the sect. Though you practice cultivation within the gates, surely you've heard of him."

As the patriarch introduced Lin Fan.

The legacy disciples of Yin Immortal Mountain gasped in astonishment.

They had indeed heard of him.

"Patriarch, is this the infamous Fist Demon Lin Fan—the so-called Flower List Slayer? Didn't he even take liberties with Yaochi Fairy herself?" one disciple blurted out.

Pffft!

Qin Yang couldn't help bursting into laughter, then struggled to compose himself while looking at Lin Fan. "Brother Lin, your reputation precedes you—too brightly, in fact."

Lin Fan appeared slightly embarrassed. Damn it, how was his illustrious record reduced to this memory alone?

Why remember it for this long?

It was truly terrifying.

The disciple, perhaps realizing his comment was inappropriate, hurriedly clarified, "I meant no offense. It's pure admiration. Although I've never seen it myself, merely hearing others recount it fills me with yearning. For the patriarch to invite such a talent here, I'm completely convinced."

"Hahaha…" Immortal Mao laughed heartily. "Since ancient times, heroes have always been young men, and young heroes fond of beauties. It's always been this way. Back in my youth, the talents of that era weren't weaker than you all now. If Lin Fan had lived in that era, he'd have been an incredible figure!"

Lin Fan cupped his hands and said humbly, "Immortal Mao, you flatter me."

Then, Immortal Mao continued introducing, "This is Qin Yang of the Qin Family, a Little Immortal Venerable from an Immortal Venerable Family."

Qin Yang lifted his chin and said calmly, "Uncle Mao, no need for introductions—they probably already know me. The War King himself was crushed by me. Back then, he was arrogant and unruly, insufferably bold. I couldn't stand it, so I stepped in to teach him a lesson. I hoped it'd encourage proper cultivation and humble him. Though I don't know what he's been doing lately, I'm sure he eventually understood my good intentions."

Xiang Fei sighed helplessly. Qin Yang truly was exceptional—nobody else could compare.

Just listening to the Yin Immortal Mountain disciples whispering amongst themselves, the topic seemed focused on Immortal Treasure Experts.

They didn't rely on cultivation strength during fights but rather on Immortal Treasures. Whether they could triumph depended solely on how powerful their treasures were.

Unwilling to wait for Immortal Mao's introduction, Xiang Fei cupped his hands and said, "Xiang Fei at your service."

Immortal Mao smiled and said, "Mr. Xiang, just as I suspected, you aren't from the Desolate Domain. You must have come from somewhere else, and if I'm not mistaken, likely from the West Plain Desert?"

Xiang Fei clasped his hands and replied, "Immortal Mao, your insight is sharp. Indeed, I hail from the West Plain Desert."

Soon after.

Immortal Mao addressed the legacy disciples, "The three young talents I invited today are here for you to learn from. You often claim to be invincible within the mountain—I hope this encounter humbles your arrogance, lest it costs you your lives when venturing outside."

Lin Fan mused to himself.

Could Immortal Mao have invited them just to serve as sparring partners for his disciples?