Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 292 - 0289: Is It Necessary to Take Such Good Care of Me?

Chapter 292: Chapter 0289: Is It Necessary to Take Such Good Care of Me?

Lin Fan shouted for them to stop, not wanting to implicate ordinary mortals.

He noticed that the old monk named Jing Shan seemed off—could it be that after his Buddha Treasure was shattered, he started acting deranged?

Meanwhile, Jing De and Jing Yu were restraining their junior brother.

"Senior brothers, why are you stopping me?"

Jing Shan asked, filled with deep hatred for Lin Fan. The shattered Golden Bowl was incredibly important to him. Although it was only a low-grade Dao Artifact, it had once been used by an eminent monk from ancient times, making it extremely valuable despite its lower tier.

"Junior brother, you’ve been consumed by your inner demons. The people in that village are merely ordinary mortals—are you really considering committing murder?"

Jing De looked at his junior brother, sensing that something was not right.

Given their cultivation levels, it was impossible for them not to perceive that the villagers were all ordinary mortals.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. If the opponents had attacked earlier, he would have struck back with lethal force. Fortunately, the two senior monks were reasonable and stopped their junior brother just in time.

But judging by the current situation.

This place was clearly not suitable for staying any longer.

The possibility of conflict seemed high.

"If you want to talk things through properly, then let’s change locations." Lin Fan took the White Fox and fled into the distance. He knew the White Fox’s bloodline was somewhat special, though it hadn’t fully matured yet. The presence of these three eminent Buddhist monks here was inexplicable.

It seemed that so-called calamities came in odd ways.

Things that wouldn’t normally occur were happening under the shadow of calamity.

"Don’t think of running!" Jing Shan shouted angrily as he chased after Lin Fan.

Jing Yu said, "Senior brother, I feel that junior brother seems to be afflicted by inner demons; his Buddha’s Heart isn’t steady. He must have encountered something troubling. Once this matter is resolved, I believe he should be sent to the Ancient Buddha Tower to refine his Buddha’s Heart."

"Hmm." Jing De nodded in agreement, sensing the same issue.

At that moment.

Jing Shan, staring intensely at Lin Fan ahead, his eyes burning with anger, suddenly heard a voice beside his ear.

"Immortal Master..."

A chubby, spiky-haired boy looking up to Lin Fan, who was flying in the sky, called out excitedly. He carried a basket strapped to his back, filled with some herbs.

Lin Fan was surprised to see the boy. Why was he here? This place was already far from the village. Logically, a child couldn’t have made it out here.

And just then.

A pure wave of Buddha Light came surging from behind.

"Vajra Prajna Radiant Light Palm!"

Jing Shan gathered mana, launching an attack. The golden, radiant Buddha Palm descended toward Lin Fan, sending terrifying shockwaves outward in all directions. The boy below exclaimed in fear as if caught in a storm, his body swaying violently, unable to stand still.

"Senior brothers, this person has been consumed by inner demons. He’s trying to escape; we cannot allow him to flee."

"Attack, suppress this demon!"

Jing De and Jing Yu, the two old monks, were dumbfounded. They also agreed with Lin Fan’s request, not wanting to fight at this location. Though they had moved away from the village, the boy below was undoubtedly real.

What exactly had afflicted their junior brother?

Why was he ignoring all of this?

Lin Fan was shocked. He hadn’t expected Jing Shan to attack directly. With rage, he shouted, "Old monk, you are unworthy of being a Buddha’s mighty figure!"

He summoned the Hell Spear with fury, and with a resounding swish, the spear pierced through the heavens, instantly shattering the golden Buddha Palm. But it didn’t stop there—it continued with overwhelming force, surging toward Jing Shan.

"Watch out, junior brother!"

"Junior brother..."

They could feel the terrifying might of the spear’s power; it was doubtful their junior brother could withstand it with his cultivation.

Jing Shan paled immediately upon sensing the spear’s power. His face turned ghostly white, drained of blood.

Thud!

The Hell Spear pierced through Jing Shan’s body, creating a bloodied hole and simultaneously shattering his Divine Soul with the force of Hell Origin.

Jing Shan stared at the hole in his chest in disbelief, then lifted his head to look at Lin Fan.

"You..."

Perhaps, until his death, he never expected Lin Fan to dare strike him down.

"Junior brother..." Jing De and Jing Yu were visibly stunned, unable to believe that Lin Fan had really killed their junior brother. They turned to Lin Fan and said, "Benefactor, don’t you think you went too far?"

Lin Fan replied coldly, "Compared to his methods, I’m still far from cruel enough."

Killing Jing Shan was something Lin Fan didn’t regret. He knew this was all part of the calamity—unavoidable. If he couldn’t dodge it, then he’d face it head-on, fearing nothing.

The two monks supported their junior brother’s body, stuffing elixirs into his mouth and channeling mana to maintain his life force. But none of it worked.

To phrase it in mystical terms.

This man was also someone destined for calamity, unable to escape.

"Senior brothers, avenge me..."

Jing Shan breathed his last after these words; his mana dissipated completely.

"How could this happen? Junior brother wasn’t usually this reckless..." Jing De lamented deeply. Having spent countless years together, the bond they shared as fellow disciples ran deep. Witnessing his junior brother’s death in front of him was heartbreaking.

Then.

He turned to Lin Fan and said angrily, "Benefactor, even if my junior brother was in the wrong, did you really have to be so ruthless?"

"Laughable. Your junior brother was ruthless to begin with—why shouldn’t I return the favor?" Lin Fan retorted.

He then scanned the forest but noticed the boy from before was now gone. Given the boy’s capabilities, it seemed unlikely he could leave so swiftly. What was going on?

Could it be...

Lin Fan thought of something terrifying.

At this moment.

Jing Yu held the corpse while Jing De locked eyes with Lin Fan. "Since that’s the case, we must ask you to accompany us back."

As soon as his words fell.

Jing De attacked directly. A ring of light floated behind his head as golden Buddha Light illuminated the heavens. Someone began chanting scriptures, and the chanting resonated as though entering Lin Fan’s ears. The monk’s strength was far superior to Jing Shan’s.

Lin Fan summoned the Mixed Element Golden Gourd and struck it fiercely toward Jing De.

"This is..."

Jing De realized he was in trouble. The artifact’s power was terrifying, instantly shattering his Buddhist Law.

He retreated swiftly, his expression grave, his hands trembling slightly as he looked at Lin Fan with a changed gaze.

"Senior brother, let’s take him down together."

Jing Yu, seeing that his senior brother had failed, felt anxious and more than a little shocked. He knew Jing De’s strength—it was formidable, even terrifying—and yet this young man had managed to overwhelm him. How could Lin Fan be this powerful?

"No, we’re leaving."

Jing De’s tone was heavy. He understood that with just the two of them, defeating Lin Fan was impossible. Remaining here would only waste time and risk provoking great calamity.

Jing Yu was stunned. "Leaving? Just like that? What about junior brother’s revenge? We can’t just let him die in vain!"

"Don’t worry. Junior brother’s revenge will be avenged, but with our current strength, we’re no match for him," Jing De said.

Soon.

The two old monks left, taking their junior brother’s corpse with them.

Lin Fan didn’t give chase. They were eminent figures of the Buddhist sect, part of the Immortal Path. He knew the aftermath of this confrontation would bring complications, but he was prepared. Whatever came his way, he wouldn’t falter—be it soldiers or floods.

The White Fox nestled in Lin Fan’s arms, gazing at him with watery eyes.

It seemed affected by some kind of emotion.

"You... Why are you still looking at me like that? Everything that just happened is related to you." Lin Fan sighed.

He couldn’t figure out why he was clashing with the Buddhist sect because of a White Fox.

He had even killed an old monk.

This enmity was formed now.

The White Fox rubbed its head against Lin Fan’s chest, seemingly aware of the trouble it had caused him.

Lin Fan then examined the spoils.

Jing Shan’s strength remained at the Void Realm; he wasn’t a True Immortal, so nothing particularly valuable had dropped.

Just one Buddhist Great Divine Skill.

[Myriad Buddhas Pilgrimage]

If he could get hold of Jing Shan’s corpse, maybe there’d be additional gains.

Back at the village.

Lin Fan saw the spiky-haired boy again, and his expression was one of surprise. He had returned. This wasn’t right. Lin Fan had seen him far from the village earlier. Normally, it would take ordinary mortals several days to make the trip back. How could he return so quickly?

"Spiky-haired boy, have you been staying in the village this whole time?" Lin Fan asked.

The boy replied, "Immortal Master, I’ve always been in the village. Haven’t left at all."

It was as he suspected!

Lin Fan realized things weren’t as simple as he had imagined.

Could this be the Heavenly Dao weaving the threads of fate to shape the calamity’s trajectory?

He wasn’t seeing the real boy but rather a shadow created by the Heavenly Dao to drive the calamity forward.

"Heh, interesting."

"Damn it, is all this really necessary? I’m not some grand existence that deserves this level of attention."

He understood that the calamity had officially begun.

The first tribulation was merely minor. The second one was transitional. Now that the transition was over, conflict with the Buddhist sect was inevitable, and it wouldn’t be resolved easily.

"Immortal Master, should I go out and take a look?" the boy asked.

Lin Fan chuckled and replied, "No need. Just stay in the village. Other places aren’t suitable for you."

He couldn’t discern the boy’s true nature—perhaps it was due to his current cultivation. If it was truly the workings of the Heavenly Dao, there was no way he could unveil its mysteries yet.

At this moment.

He could no longer feel the ethereal sense of danger.

The calamity at this location had concluded.

It was time to leave.

"Elder, the calamity has ended. I must depart now. Before leaving, I will lay down an array to protect the village from demons and ghosts," Lin Fan said.

The old man expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Immortal Master."

Lin Fan waved his sleeve, embedding Spirit Stones deep into the ground, forming a protective array that enveloped the village. The array wasn’t fancy—it simply safeguarded the villagers.

Even if a powerful cultivator passed by.

They wouldn’t pay this array any mind.

Lin Fan departed the village, returning to the forest, where he set down the White Fox. "My calamity stems from you. From now on, I’ll face it myself. You should leave and return to the wilderness. I hope you can transform one day and not become a demon."

But the White Fox darted back into Lin Fan’s arms.

Lin Fan looked down at the White Fox.

The little creature gazed back at him with its watery eyes. Sighing, he said nothing more.

Calamities continued to linger.

Avoiding them... was near impossible.