Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 275 - 0272: Fellow Daoists, I, Ye Donglai, have wronged you

Chapter 275: Chapter 0272: Fellow Daoists, I, Ye Donglai, have wronged you

Ye Donglai’s cultivation level wasn’t weak.

Being ambushed like this, how could he tolerate it? He was just about to retaliate, but upon hearing the voice, his entire body trembled in fear, mixed with shame.

He climbed up from the ground, voice trembling, entirely different from his earlier boisterous, red-faced yelling.

"Brother Lin, I..."

Lin Fan raised his hand to interrupt Ye Donglai, "Stop talking. I’ll ask you just one thing. Did you live up to the trust I had in you? I lent you a million spirit stones—was it for gambling? Don’t you feel like you’ve trampled all over my trust in you, and for good measure, stabbed it a few times with a sword?"

"Yes, I feel deeply ashamed," Ye Donglai said in a quiet voice, his expression earnest, as if he truly felt remorse.

Lin Fan glanced at him and said, "How’s the beating? Does your head feel buzzing or not?"

"It’s buzzing," Ye Donglai replied with grievance. Being beaten in front of so many people was certainly embarrassing, but on second thought, being disciplined by Brother Lin didn’t seem all that shameful.

Lin Fan continued, "Who brought you here in the first place?"

Suddenly.

At the moment Lin Fan asked this question, the true disciple standing next to Ye Donglai flinched. His face turned slightly pale.

Ye Donglai had come here because of him.

Ye Donglai was about to say that it was this junior brother who brought him here, but he suddenly thought of something.

"Brother Lin, I came here on my own."

The true disciple, who had been anxiously awaiting those words, looked at Ye Donglai in shock. Clearly, he hadn’t expected Brother Donglai to cover for him.

After all, it was he who had lured Brother Donglai into coming here and tricked him into this mess.

Yet now...

Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but feel deeply ashamed.

Of course Lin Fan could see through the situation. Unexpectedly, even now, Ye Donglai was rallying allies and currying favor with others. This skill had become second nature to him, honed to perfection.

At this moment.

A middle-aged man walked out from the gambling den. Upon surveying the scene, he said expressionlessly, "Fellow cultivator, whatever problems you have with your junior brother are your own affair and unrelated to our establishment. If you wish to settle them, kindly do so elsewhere. But since you broke our table, we would appreciate it if you could kindly compensate us."

"After all, we don’t welcome troublemakers here."

Ye Donglai began to speak, but Lin Fan cut him off and sent him to the back, telling him not to meddle.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "My junior brother has lost so much here—how do you plan to compensate me?"

"No matter how much he’s lost, that has nothing to do with us. It was his own choice. If you want to win it back, you’re welcome to participate. If fortune favors you, perhaps you’ll return home laden with winnings," the middle-aged man replied.

He wasn’t the least bit intimidated by the prospect of trouble here.

Anyone wanting to stir up trouble had better first weigh their abilities.

"What you say makes sense. But here’s the thing—I don’t gamble," Lin Fan said.

The middle-aged man chuckled lightly, "If you don’t gamble, then there’s nothing we can do. Today seems to be our unlucky day; we won’t ask you to compensate us. Just leave, and know that you and your group won’t be welcomed here in the future."

"Oh, there’s a solution—it’s nothing major. Just return the spirit stones my junior brother lost, and we’ll call it even," Lin Fan said, refusing to leave so easily. No matter the situation, he was determined to recover the spirit stones Ye Donglai had frittered away, along with the spiritual artifact he’d wagered.

"So, you came here looking for trouble, is that it? Haven’t you ever heard of ’a wager accepted is a wager fulfilled’?" the middle-aged man said angrily. He hadn’t expected someone to come here with a death wish, looking to stir up trouble.

It was rare.

Lin Fan said, "That’s true—’a wager accepted is a wager fulfilled’—but forgive me, I don’t accept wagers. Nor do I fulfill wagers. I just want everything you’ve won returned to us, is that clear?"

The crowd backing away upon hearing these words was a sight to behold.

No one had expected anyone to cause a commotion in this place.

This location had deep connections—a noteworthy presence that even the true disciples of the Taiwu Immortal Sect avoided causing trouble in, especially since the sect adhered to strict rules.

"Guards, throw them out! Break his legs! Even if he is a true disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect, anyone who comes here must follow our rules!" the middle-aged man barked.

Instantly.

Several figures appeared from all directions.

In the next moment.

A piercingly cold light streaked forward—one of the figures wielded the Ice Spirit Sword and lunged toward Lin Fan’s shoulder, intending to incapacitate him rather than kill him.

If struck, the wound would freeze, blood would coagulate, and the entire body would become immobilized.

"What nonsense." The swordsman didn’t expect Lin Fan to remain entirely motionless, his composure sparking confusion. But he didn’t dwell on it, concluding he was simply too fast for Lin Fan to react.

Clang!

The icy sword struck Lin Fan’s shoulder, but instead of the envisioned scenario, the Ice Spirit Sword stopped cold upon contact, unable to pierce any further.

Not even the Ancestor Dragon Floating Body—let alone the Reverse Saint Four Sacred Armaments—could be punctured.

Lin Fan raised a hand, grasping the Ice Spirit Sword lightly. With a slight effort, a cracking sound filled the air as the weapon shattered instantly, reducing it to fragments scattered on the ground.

The swordsman staggered backward in terror, his expression aghast as his eyes fixated on Lin Fan, wholly unprepared for this outcome.

This was a Spirit Sword.

Yet the opponent had crushed it barehanded.

How could anyone be so terrifying?

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows. He knew true disciples of Taiwu Immortal Sect were supremely skilled, but he hadn’t anticipated such overwhelming power.

Lin Fan stepped forward and activated the Ancestor Dragon Floating Body. His robe billowed outward as an oppressive aura erupted from his form, centering on him, sweeping through the entire venue. Behind him, a shadowy Ancestor Dragon materialized, suppressing the room; every person trembled involuntarily as fear overtook their gazes directed at Lin Fan.

"I’ll say it again—return everything my junior brother lost here, or else I won’t hesitate to slaughter you all."

Sometimes, reasoning works.

Other times, reasoning can be abandoned temporarily.

In the cultivation world, the ultimate truth remains: the strong dominate the weak. Whoever has the strongest fists is law itself, is heaven itself.

Lin Fan wasn’t fond of people like this.

Yet as he grew, he inevitably became such a person.

Just then.

From all directions came an ancient voice, "Young one, is there a need to be so arrogant? Out of respect for your status as a true disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect, this old man refrained from stepping in to harm you. But if you’re this audacious, I have no choice but to teach you a proper lesson on behalf of your elders."

Soon after.

An elderly man appeared in the distance, seemingly using the Inch Thousand Miles Divine Power. He vanished and reappeared with every flicker of his presence, and in mere moments, he stood directly before Lin Fan.

The elder’s aura was formidable—he was a True Immortal.

Spreading his five fingers as though blocking out the sky, he reached for Lin Fan.

Lin Fan raised his hand, punching forward to meet the elder’s palm. A dragon’s roar echoed through the heavens, Lin Fan’s cervical spine shining brightly as dragon marrow trembled violently. An unstoppable power surged forth.

Initially, the elder showed no emotion, but in an instant, his expression shifted sharply. He staggered backward, planting his foot forcefully against the ground to disperse the incoming energy.

"The Sky Dragon Clan’s forbidden technique—the Ancestor Dragon Floating Body," he muttered.

The elder recognized Lin Fan’s display.

It was undeniably the power of the Heavenly Dragon.

This energy was unrelated to conventional cultivation or mana. It stemmed entirely from a mastery of the Ancestor Dragon Floating Body, wielding the strength of dragons.

And it was clearly an advanced mastery.

How could this be?

How could a Human Clan cultivator possibly succeed in cultivating the Ancestor Dragon Floating Body? What connection could he have to the Sky Dragon Clan?

The elder said, "Return the spirit stones and spiritual artifact his junior brother lost."

A brief exchange had sufficed for the elder to perceive Lin Fan’s capabilities. Foreseeing more trouble, he instructed the middle-aged man to comply.

"Understood," said the middle-aged man, not daring to question further, obediently following orders.

Lin Fan remarked, "You’re sharp indeed. It’s obvious I could suppress you without much difficulty. You’ve made the wise choice to preserve yourself."

The elder’s mana indeed exceeded one hundred thousand units, but had Lin Fan invoked the Mixed Element Golden Gourd or Supreme God Talisman, he could have suppressed the elder without difficulty.

If the Supreme God Talisman summoned its celestial forces, the elder would undoubtedly face certain doom.

The elder, hearing Lin Fan’s bold words, didn’t argue further. He lacked any significant interest in a prolonged conflict; letting Lin Fan have his word was of no consequence.

Lin Fan warned firmly, "Remember this: these two are my junior brothers. If you dare accommodate them in your establishment again, I won’t hold back next time."

Ye Donglai’s gambling habit was going to be hard to break. Lin Fan understood it was necessary to issue a warning to ensure the opposing side tread carefully.

Nearby, a senior cultivator named Shi Laoshu looked on, stunned.

He hadn’t imagined someone could be this fierce—bold enough to cause trouble here and force the return of gambling losses. This was utterly unprecedented.

Ye Donglai hadn’t expected that Brother Lin’s intervention would recover all his losses. His heart burned with excitement.

But his joy was short-lived.

When the recovered wealth arrived, Lin Fan pocketed the spirit stones, only returning the spiritual artifact to Ye Donglai.

Lin Fan made his stance clear—the spirit stones would be kept in his custody. If Ye Donglai ever wanted to use them, he’d have to apply to Lin Fan first.

Ye Donglai was at a loss for words.

He didn’t know how to respond.

Something felt off.

Yet, nothing felt outright wrong.

Unable to make sense of it, he decided it was best not to dwell.

"Remember my name—I am Lin Fan of the Taiwu Immortal Sect. If anyone seeks retribution, come find me," Lin Fan declared freely. He wasn’t afraid of trouble; in fact, he almost wished for someone to come for him so he could unleash his fury.

Though he understood clearly—such recklessness wouldn’t do.

If he actually acted on such a whim...

He would undoubtedly become the shared enemy of the Immortals, Demons, and Monsters. No matter where he fled, he’d never escape pursuit.

And then.

Lin Fan withdrew his dominant aura; the Ancestor Dragon shadow dissipated. He turned and walked toward the exit.

Ye Donglai clasped his hands toward the gathering and said, "Fellow cultivators, I apologize. My senior brother is truly a good person and has no malicious intentions. Today’s incident is entirely my fault, Ye Donglai’s fault."

Lin Fan reflected that this venture had been worthwhile.

Though he had made yet another enemy.

No matter—it didn’t bother him.

Enemies were a necessity.

Without them, his vigor and spirits wouldn’t fully thrive.