Accidentally invincible!

Hearing the ancestor speak in such a manner,

the disciples of Yin Immortal Mountain became a bit indignant. How could their ancestor say such things? Wasn't this undermining their own confidence and boosting the morale of others?

The Hand Demon Madman may be strong, but we aren't weak either, alright?

If given the opportunity to meet Yaochi Fairy, they could swear to the heavens that they would perform even better than the Hand Demon Madman.

But alas... such an opportunity just didn't exist.

Lin Fan clasped his hands and said, "Old Ancestor Mao is truly overestimating us. My fellow Daoists are undeniably powerful and indeed have every reason to be proud. A discussion is fine, but let's not escalate to dueling."

He always felt that publicly humiliating others wasn't a good thing to do.

Let's leave some things unsaid.

With so many geniuses present, if he went out of his way to teach them all a lesson, wouldn't it create unnecessary conflicts? What if they ran into each other later? How awkward would that be?

Qin Yang wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away.

"Uncle Mao, I can see that these geniuses are eager to spar. My Brother Lin's strength is formidable, his moves often awe-inspiring. But among the three of us brothers, I'm the weakest. Let me go first and give it a try."

It was clear Qin Yang wanted to put on a good performance in front of everyone.

Such opportunities were rare to come by.

Moreover, he was absolutely confident that he could show these Tianjiao from Yin Immortal Mountain what true prowess looked like.

If Lin Fan were to make a move, there would be no opportunities for anyone else.

Mao Zhenjun chuckled. He truly hadn't expected that an heir of the Immortal Venerable Family would be such a character—so lively and impetuous. However, Qin Yang seemed to hold great respect for Lin Fan.

At this moment,

the geniuses of Yin Immortal Mountain could no longer tolerate it.

Such arrogance from Qin Little Immortal Venerable.

"Old Ancestor, disciple Zhou Yang humbly requests the chance to spar with Qin Little Immortal Venerable." A man, with clear disdain on his face, clasped his hands and made the request.

His gaze at Qin Yang was filled with annoyance. He was already picturing pinning Qin Yang to the ground and teaching him a proper lesson, showing him the true might of Yin Immortal Mountain's geniuses.

Qin Yang asked, "What's your cultivation level?"

Zhou Yang replied confidently, "I've cultivated for thirty-five years and reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm."

"Heavenly Immortal Realm, huh." Qin Yang stood with his hands behind his back, shaking his head. "No, no. Heavenly Immortal Realm is a bit too weak. I, this Little Immortal Venerable, have already reached the Golden Immortal Realm. Sparring with you? That would be bullying—dishonorable even. Someone else, perhaps."

His tone was light and casual.

But to Zhou Yang, it was an unbearable humiliation.

Lin Fan couldn't help but step forward and kick Qin Yang's backside. "Uncle Mao didn't invite us to Yin Immortal Mountain to let you act arrogant."

Qin Yang clutched his rear, looking aggrieved. This was just the truth; he wasn't even joking.

"Forgive him, Old Ancestor Mao. That's just how he is," Lin Fan explained. They were on someone else's turf right now. While their host was being polite, pushing things too far might provoke tempers, and who knew what could happen if they snapped.

Mao Zhenjun laughed heartily, brushing it off, "No harm done, no harm done." But in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but worry about the Qin Family's future. This little Qin Yang… truly not cut out for the Immortal Realm.

After Lin Fan's chastisement, Qin Yang behaved a bit better, speaking earnestly, "Ah, Zhou Yang, is it? Very well, let's proceed… While you may only have the cultivation of a Heavenly Immortal, I can see that you have extraordinary bone structure and unparalleled talent. Perhaps you have some Divine Skills that can defy the odds. Please, guide me."

All at once, his solemn demeanor left everyone baffled.

Lin Fan felt the urge to give Qin Yang another kick.

But after thinking it over, decided against it.

He figured that even if he did, Qin Yang might not even realize why he was being kicked.

In fact, Qin Yang would probably shout out in confusion, "I've already kept myself so humble; why are you still kicking me?"

Angered by Qin Yang's mockery, Zhou Yang's frustration boiled to the point where he felt an ache in his liver. But he knew this wasn't the time for rage. Instead, he needed to use his strength to suppress his opponent and elevate Yin Immortal Mountain's reputation—that was the priority.

"Junior Brother Zhou, you can do it!"

"Senior Brother Zhou, show them the power of Yin Immortal Mountain!"

Even though Qin Yang was the rumored Qin Little Immortal Venerable, they harbored no fear. After all, Qin Yang's reputation had always centered around his reliance on Immortal Treasures in battle—not his innate strength. When it came to pure skill, he really wasn't remarkable.

In the distance, a short man slowly approached with his senior brother. They didn't come too close but instead observed from afar.

"Senior Brother, it's those three over there," the short man said, pointing into the distance.

The senior brother's gaze settled on the trio. First, he glanced at Qin Yang, but quickly dismissed him without interest. Then, his gaze shifted to Xiang Fei, where he sensed a faint threat—this man could definitely rival him in strength.

But soon enough,

his attention settled entirely on Lin Fan.

To him, the entire world seemed to plunge into an abyss at the sight of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan appeared to him as though he was the embodiment of an abyss—an unfathomable, impenetrable abyss.

Often…

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back into you.

Lin Fan looked toward the distance, meeting the senior brother's gaze, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. He could tell there were prodigies in Yin Immortal Mountain, and this man before him was indeed one of them. Impressive.

"Hmm?"

The senior brother averted his gaze, his footsteps retreating slightly.

"What's wrong, Senior Brother?" the short man asked.

The senior brother replied in a low voice, "Nothing."

But in that brief moment of eye contact, the immense pressure he felt was undeniable. In this regard, he had been outdone—the other's presence was simply more commanding.

And during this fleeting moment…

Qin Yang cupped his hands. "Thanks for the match."

His face flashed a smiling expression, but inside, he was amused as could be. See? I told you plainly enough—and yet you still didn't believe me. You just had to pave my road to glory for me. Such a good person, truly.

Zhou Yang's lips were stained with blood. He was unwilling to accept the outcome, but in truth, he wasn't a match for Qin Yang. He could only lower his head and return to the group.

Qin Yang commented, "You're quite good; there's plenty of room for improvement. I hope we can spar again in the future."

A proper person wouldn't humiliate someone already beaten.

However, Qin Yang wasn't exactly one for following such principles. He simply stated matter-of-fact truths, completely unaware of how sharp his words seemed.

Xiang Fei covered his face, deeply resigned.

Brother Qin, Brother Qin, you really need to be more mindful of the surroundings. Sure, your recent match was overwhelming, and a bit of arrogance after winning is perfectly normal…

But don't overdo it!

"Not bad, not bad," Mao Zhenjun clapped in approval. Indeed, it was an impressive display. Then he turned to Zhou Yang and said, "Since the sparring is done, you should now understand the gap between yourself and Qin Little Immortal Venerable. Cultivate harder moving forward, and let this be a lesson not to act recklessly."

"Yes, Old Ancestor," Zhou Yang replied respectfully. Even if resentment churned within him, there was nothing he could do.

Skill was inferior—what else could be said?

At this moment,

a loud voice called out from a distance.

"Senior Brother has refined the Dragon Bone!"

The short man shouted, having seen what just transpired. Zhou Yang's loss had been a bit humiliating for Yin Immortal Mountain, and now, his notice was meant to remind everyone that Yin Immortal Mountain wasn't devoid of experts—it was just that they hadn't yet stepped into the scene.

Sure enough, when the news was shared, the crowd erupted in exclamations.

Refining the Dragon Bone was a significant achievement. Everyone knew about the fortune the senior brother had acquired and how it had taken him nearly forty years to refine. Now that it was complete, would he not ascend to unparalleled heights, unchallenged?

Mao Zhenjun smiled warmly at the newcomers, pleased. "This is Han Li, the senior brother of Yin Immortal Mountain."

Han Li approached the Old Ancestor, bowed respectfully, and said, "Disciple Han Li greets the Old Ancestor."

Then, his gaze shifted to Lin Fan and the other two. "Old Ancestor, these three must be the famed prodigies spoken of in the outside world, right?"

Mao Zhenjun replied, "Indeed. This is Lin Fan, whose name echoes far and wide, subduing countless prodigies. This one is Qin Little Immortal Venerable of the Qin Family. And this is Xiang Fei, visiting from another outer region. All of them are exceptionally talented. I invited them to Yin Immortal Mountain so that you youngsters could exchange insights, learn from one another, and grow stronger along the Immortal Path."

Qin Yang, who had a keen eye for people, immediately noticed how powerful Han Li looked. He understood full well that Han Li was far beyond what he could handle. Quietly, he stayed off to the side, neither speaking nor acting out of turn.

"Understood, I will remember the Old Ancestor's words," Han Li acknowledged obediently.

At this point, the disgruntled Zhou Yang unwillingly chimed in, "Qin Daoist, this is our senior brother—how about sparring with him instead?"

Qin Yang waved his hand nonchalantly. "Earlier, I might have entertained the idea of sparring with Han Daoist, but not anymore. I think Han Daoist is more interested in Brother Lin. Better to give my Brother Lin the honor."

You…

Zhou Yang nearly spat blood in frustration. He hadn't expected someone from an Immortal Venerable Family to be so shameless. Clearly unable to match Han Li, Qin Yang phrased things so cleverly that no one could refute him. How infuriating. Simply infuriating!

Xiang Fei let out a sigh of relief.

At least Brother Qin wasn't so blinded by arrogance that he'd charge ahead recklessly. Knowing his own limits—and who he could or couldn't win against—was critical. If he had foolishly challenged Han Li, he'd be dead before knowing what hit him. Even having a Holy Weapon wouldn't save him in that case.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Han Daoist's cultivation is deep and his realm is high. If we were to duel, I'm afraid the ripples might cause some trouble."

Han Li smiled faintly. "The moment I made eye contact with you earlier, I already knew I wasn't your match. But I still hope for the opportunity to spar with you, Lin Daoist. To understand my own shortcomings, I need to cross hands with strong opponents. Please grant me this chance."

"Very well," Lin Fan agreed without hesitation. The request was sincere—what kind of person would refuse? He'd humor him with a brief match.

"This way, please. Yin Immortal Mountain has an arena specifically for dueling, surrounded by protective formations. No matter how destructive the clashes, there will be no external impact. We can fight without restraint," Han Li said, his gaze turning sharp as he steeled himself. This was his moment to build momentum for the battle ahead.

Now that the Dragon Bone had been fully integrated with his body, he wanted to gauge just how strong he'd become.

Not a match for Lin Fan?

That thought lingered uncomfortably in his mind—but as a man, one could not simply submit without fighting firsthand.

Mao Zhenjun chuckled warmly.

He was eager to see how this would all play out.

Qin Yang leaned toward Xiang Fei and whispered, "Brother Xiang, mark my words: Brother Lin can definitely win. And if he uses a Holy Weapon, I bet he could take him down within ten moves."

Xiang Fei replied, "It's not a life-and-death duel; this is merely a sparring session. Brother Lin won't use the Holy Weapon. Admittedly, Yin Immortal Mountain's senior brother is extraordinary. The aura emanating from Han Li is strong—if I were up against him, I wouldn't be able to take him down without some effort. But you're right. Against Brother Lin, Han Li has no chance of winning."

"Hehe," Qin Yang grinned mischievously.

What on earth is this all about?

Did the invitation to Yin Immortal Mountain basically amount to them humiliating its disciples?