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Chapter 285 - 0282: Are You an Idiot?

Chapter 285: Chapter 0282: Are You an Idiot?

"Who exactly is he?"

Li Daode stared at the distant figure, his mind racing. After thinking for a while, he still couldn’t recall who the person was, so he decided not to waste any more thought on it.

Leaving the Forbidden Land was simply not an option.

For someone like Li Daode, who had been roaming the martial world for hundreds of years, what great storms and waves hadn’t he weathered?

It was precisely because he was weak that he had to take risks.

The treasure here, enough to let him soar to unimaginable heights, was not something he would give up so easily.

Considering the current situation, it was better to slip away quickly.

The claim about encountering the Seven-Colored Mother Dragon—he completely fabricated it to deceive the person. He felt that the man had impure intentions and might even be plotting against the Seven-Colored Mother Dragon.

When the man eventually failed to locate the Seven-Colored Mother Dragon, wouldn’t he be furious?

The sooner he fled, the less likely the man would come back to trouble him.

Li Daode didn’t dare openly walk on the surface, so he continued digging tunnels to move forward. As a matter of fact, after hundreds of years of effort, he found his digging skills had greatly improved.

Several months later.

At the Taiwu Immortal Sect, inside the secret chamber atop Destroying Immortal Peak.

"I don’t think I can keep up with this consumption."

Lin Fan muttered to himself. He was using Spirit Stones to ignite Spiritual Fire in order to refine an Immortal Treasure, but even after depleting his entire fortune—burning billions of Spirit Stones to ashes—he had only completed one-tenth of the refinement for the Innate Big Array of the Immortal Treasure.

One should learn contentment.

However, such thoughts didn’t cross Lin Fan’s mind.

Billions of Spirit Stones, consumed over several months, had merely refined one-tenth of the Immortal Treasure. This was horrifyingly fast.

But it also proved the terrifying prospects of money-fueled cultivation—something that the penniless could never fathom.

Under normal circumstances.

Without tapping into the power of Spirit Stones, refining one-tenth of an Immortal Treasure could take hundreds of years, perhaps even more.

His current rate was astounding.

It was partly due to his success in achieving mastery over array formations.

Suddenly.

Lin Fan frowned deeply.

He sensed an unusual feeling enveloping the depths of his heart—a vague, unexplainable sensation, strange like a distant voice calling out to him.

"Just go with it."

Lin Fan chose to follow his instincts. Going head-to-head against the unknown wasn’t impossible, but from the texts he’d studied, he had learned that the Three Calamities and Six Difficulties were profoundly mystical. Beyond the Three Calamities were the Small and Great Three Calamities, while the Six Difficulties varied for each individual.

His very first difficulty was the calamity at Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

If he hadn’t been adequately prepared, accompanied by the mad elder and Ao Wudi, things would have undoubtedly turned dire.

As Lin Fan stepped out, Huang Jiujiu rushed up to him, tightly hugging his leg and exclaiming, "Master, you were in seclusion for several months! Why so long?"

Lin Fan patted Huang Jiujiu’s head, "You little rascal. This seclusion wasn’t long at all—in the eyes of cultivators, a few months pass in the blink of an eye. Perhaps you haven’t seen those who remain in seclusion for hundreds of years."

Seclusion was monotonous and dull.

But the business of refining the Innate Big Array helped pass the tedious time.

"Master, during your seclusion, Auntie Sect often came by," Huang Jiujiu reported. Then, as if struck by an epiphany, she mischievously added, "Master, your disciple suspects Auntie Sect doesn’t want to be my aunt—she wants to be Jiujiu’s mom."

Lin Fan lightly tapped Huang Jiujiu’s head, "You little imp, what nonsense are you spewing? Focus on your cultivation immediately."

"By the way, has anything happened during the months I was in seclusion?"

Huang Jiujiu shook her head in confusion, "Master, I’m not sure."

Lin Fan understood. Asking her was pointless—she was still very young. How could she pay attention to these matters? Yet, anything that had occurred during these few months was likely unrelated to him anyway.

Afterward.

He went to Wei You to talk about the strange feeling tugging at his heart. While Wei You was astonished at his cultivation speed—so much so that she was utterly dumbfounded—she ultimately saw it as normal for her son to progress quickly.

"Fan Er, everyone’s Six Difficulties differ. If you feel such a connection from the depths of your soul, follow it without hesitation. The Six Difficulties cannot be avoided; the more you flee from them, the more terrifying they become, resulting in countless unforeseen events. Act naturally—preserving an unshaken Dao Heart is the key to overcoming the Six Difficulties."

"As your mother, this is all I can say. Everything else depends on your heart."

Wei You didn’t go into detail about her own Six Difficulties.

But she had once explained.

Each difficulty’s duration varies immensely. Some last for a fleeting moment, others stretch for a lifetime. Never avoid them—face them with the strongest Dao Heart—and everything will resolve in time.

Having listened to Wei You’s advice.

Lin Fan left the Taiwu Immortal Sect, heading in the direction of his gut feeling, as though pursuing the path of the heavens.

What Lin Fan didn’t realize was.

In the months he had spent in seclusion.

A great many things had transpired.

An Ancestor-level True Immortal named Lingnan had stormed through the realm, enforcing his dominance with sheer strength. With a penchant for launching attacks seemingly at random—and detonating Dao Artifacts when outmatched—his antics left countless powerful beings astounded, who could only exclaim: "How can someone so shameless exist?"

But there was no choice.

Lingnan Ancestor possessed an unending supply of Spirit Stones.

Once upon a time, Lingnan Ancestor had Divine Medicine that he wanted to consume himself, but, fearing theft, he reluctantly sold it. Little did he know—his life would peak thereafter.

How does life change when you’re exceedingly wealthy?

Instead of flaunting, you hide it for fear of attracting unwanted attention. If slain, an endless stream of Spirit Stones would become someone else’s loot.

Thus.

He used his Spirit Stones to purchase Dao Artifacts from Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, stocking up on defensive and offensive Dao Artifacts alike. Fully armed to the teeth, he became terrifying beyond imagination.

Consequently.

He amassed numerous enemies while also amassing unimaginable wealth.

To get rich, one must fight.

Win the fight, and riches abound; lose, and you’re left with nothing.

Ten days later.

Lin Fan moved closer to the mysterious destination, feeling his heart race as he neared.

Suddenly.

The Heavenly Vault trembled. A piercing, chilling light shot forth, tearing through the void with a buzzing sound and unimaginable mana.

Lin Fan didn’t know what it was. He slammed one palm forward, instantly pulverizing the light.

Turns out, it was an arrow.

No ordinary arrow, this weapon was overwhelmingly powerful—its might domineering. If Lin Fan’s mana hadn’t reached an astonishing level, he might not have been able to shatter it with a single strike.

"Who’s attacking me in broad daylight with a sneaky arrow? Truly despicable," Lin Fan exclaimed.

Could this be part of transcending calamity?

Walking normally only to be ambushed—it seemed absurd. He hadn’t sought trouble yet trouble sought him. There seemed to be truth in the saying:

"Kindness invites bullying."

Perhaps it was time to become proactive—go out, cause trouble for others instead of waiting for them to come to him.

In the distance.

The Heavenly Vault quaked as a figure emerged slowly from the void.

Upon this figure’s arrival, Lin Fan noticed something astonishing—it seemed as though an ancient, sacred mountain hovered behind the man, imbued with an immortal aura, intertwining with the Immortal Dao Laws.

Though the spectacular phenomena of Earth Erupting Golden Lotus and celestial blossoms cascading in profusion were absent.

The man’s entrance alone made him extraordinary.

He certainly had the demeanor of a heaven’s chosen prodigy stepping into the limelight.

The man had handsome features, an imposing aura, and exuded a rare charisma—one that couldn’t be cultivated by ordinary sects. Next to him, an ordinary individual would resemble a worm before a True Dragon.

As this man walked through the void, each step sent ripples of immortal waves outward. While not reaching the heights of Step by Step Lotus, the fact that his steps stirred Immortal Patterns was enough to show he was an exceptional talent.

"Are you Lin Fan?"

The man spoke. Though his tone seemed calm, it carried an undercurrent of sovereign arrogance, as if demanding the simplest of responses: yes or no.

Lin Fan scrutinized him.

[Sheng Wushuang: Eighth Level of Eternal Life Realm, Void Realm.]

[Potential Drops: Ninth Grade Metal Spirit Root, Ninth Grade Thunder Spirit Root, 83,000 years of mana, Superior Dao Artifact – Dragon Turtle Eight Diagram Armor, Fiery Flame Immortal Spear, Shores of the Undying Technique, Holy Mysterious Hidden Dragon Technique...]

[Physique: Kunpeng Immortal Body.]

[Remark: None in the world surpasses me in existence; who can rival me?]

Hmm?

Lin Fan’s eyebrows raised in surprise. It wasn’t that he was unaccustomed to witnessing greatness—Sheng Wushuang’s credentials were truly beyond expectations.

What’s more.

The auxiliary system displayed new information.

Physique?

Kunpeng Immortal Body.

Could this be the hallmark of a true genius?

He even entertained a serious thought—whether he should capture Sheng Wushuang and auction him at Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, potentially fetching an astronomical price.

As Lin Fan indulged in such whimsical musings.

Sheng Wushuang’s voice grew colder, "I asked you, are you Lin Fan?"

Lin Fan grinned, "What does it matter whether I am or not? Let me ask you—are you Sheng Wushuang? That name sure has a domineering ring to it, starting with ’Sheng’ and ending with ’Wushuang.’ Very impressive indeed."

Hearing Lin Fan’s words, Sheng Wushuang furrowed his brows. He hadn’t expected the other party to know who he was.

Sheng Wushuang rarely showed himself.

This time, his visit to Lin Fan was due to the gambling den hidden in the sect’s mountains. Stories about Taiwu Immortal Sect’s Lin Fan stirring chaos in the casino piqued his curiosity.

He could candidly boast.

The so-called "heavenly prodigies" of the world were garbage—as insignificant as ants compared to himself, akin to the divide between dragons and worms.

Sheng Wushuang said, "So it turns out you’re Lin Fan. At my gambling den, you relied on the status of Taiwu Immortal Sect to sow havoc—that’s courting death. I have no wish to waste words with you."

"Surrender everything you’ve won at the den, and seeing as you have some capability, swear loyalty to me for three hundred years. Once those years are up, I will grant you freedom."

Under normal circumstances.

Such words would never be spoken casually.

If someone uttered them, they’d be seen as either an idiot or delusional.

Yet Sheng Wushuang not only said this—he said it with complete conviction.

At that moment, Lin Fan burst into laughter, nearly laughing himself to tears.

Seriously—this guy couldn’t be more idiotic.