Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 297 - 0294: Isn’t This Thing Fragrant?

Chapter 297: Chapter 0294: Isn’t This Thing Fragrant?

If the conditions allowed.

Gong Mo really wanted to smash Lin Fan’s dog head.

No matter how you look at it, we’re old acquaintances. How could you play me like this?

"Brother Gong, the bond between us is beyond words. I won’t lie to you—this place is extremely dangerous, and you know it. Do you really think we can walk out alive once we enter?"

"Ao Wudi, as an Emperor of the Sky Dragon Clan, is immensely powerful. For him, entering this place might be as easy as a fish swimming through water, but that doesn’t mean we’ll be safe too."

"So... maybe we should hold off for a bit."

He patted Gong Mo’s shoulder solemnly, hoping to be understood.

Gong Mo was well aware of Ao Wudi’s strength, unquestionably one of the invincible forces of this world.

He, too, had been flustered by the Holy Master and others, acting out of desperation. Ao Wudi had legs of his own; where he chose to go was beyond anyone’s control. At most, Gong Mo had only brought Lin Fan to the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land and introduced him to Ao Wudi.

It wasn’t fair to blame him for everything.

Right at that moment.

Sounds echoed from afar.

"Up ahead is the Forbidden Land where Divine Medicine originates."

"I’ve heard many great beings met their demise here. Who knows if it’s true? I think it’s just exaggerated boasting."

Lin Fan and Gong Mo looked toward the distance.

People still dared to approach this area?

What courage!

"Look, more people are coming to throw their lives away. These folks never learn. Unless calamity strikes them personally, they’ll never believe how dangerous this place truly is," Lin Fan remarked.

Gong Mo didn’t know if Lin Fan’s words were true or not.

He himself had never entered the Forbidden Land nor encountered those terrifying entities. Were they really as horrific as rumored? Truth be told, he felt a little tempted to check it out.

After all, he had never experienced it personally.

Everyone assumes the tales are exaggerated fabrications.

Soon enough.

Lin Fan noticed several figures approaching from afar.

All appeared quite young.

Strange.

Were these people out of their minds?

If they had such strength, they must have strong backing. Their sponsors likely knew of the Forbidden Land’s hazards. Yet, knowing the risks, they sent them here anyway—what sheer idiocy, pushing them into a fire pit.

Gong Mo, observing their attire, whispered in Lin Fan’s ear.

"Friend Lin, they’re no ordinary people. If I’m correct, these individuals hail from Flying Immortal Mountain and Ao Wu Mountain—two places steeped in ancient heritage."

"They aren’t factions but ancestral legacies."

Gong Mo’s knowledge was broader than Lin Fan’s; he understood things Lin Fan couldn’t know.

"Oh."

Lin Fan scrutinized the four young individuals—three men and one woman.

Truly, in the cultivation world, there are neither ugly men nor women. Except for Long Shangpo’s granddaughter—that’s a special case and not to be compared.

"Hmm! Didn’t expect someone to arrive before us."

"Oh? Who could be so bold, daring to approach the Forbidden Land? The world is vast and endlessly surprising. The number of reckless fools who think they can profit from this place to soar to the heavens is countless."

Their arrival carried hope for the Forbidden Land—it symbolized their desire for treasure. Having mighty status often led to arrogance; they enjoyed privileges others could not.

"Who are you?"

At that moment, one of the men asked curiously. He was exceedingly handsome, dressed in a golden robe that exuded an aristocratic aura.

Ordinary people standing beside him would be overshadowed by his noble demeanor, becoming utterly average.

Gong Mo said, "Judging by the emblems on their attire, they should be the geniuses from Flying Immortal Mountain and Ao Wu Mountain. I’m Gong Mo, Elder of the Ancient Immortal Sacred Land. This is Lin Fan from the Taiwu Immortal Sect."

Upon hearing Gong Mo’s introduction.

The three men and one woman showed slight surprise.

"Ah, so you’re from the great sects. I must extend my respects."

"The Ancient Immortal Sacred Land and Taiwu Immortal Sect are famous Immortal Dao Sects. Being here, you’re definitely not here to court humiliation."

"Wait..."

"Who did you say he was?"

Amid this, the situation suddenly shifted.

All eyes turned toward Lin Fan, their gazes transforming from those of strangers to enemies in an instant.

Gong Mo froze in confusion. There didn’t seem to be any issues, right?

He knew Lin Fan was being pursued by Demon Experts, but these weren’t members of the Demon Path—could they really have conflict?

Lin Fan gently patted Gong Mo’s shoulder. "Let me handle this. There might be some unresolved grievances."

The number of enemies he provoked was truly extensive.

Once, he could count them on his fingers.

Now, he couldn’t even bother to count anymore. The list was endless, growing each day.

Gong Mo was utterly bewildered.

Could there still be hostility?

"Yes, I’m Lin Fan from the Taiwu Immortal Sect. Who are you, and what grievance do you have with me? To be blunt, with your current cultivation level, you’re not yet worthy of my notice. Tell me, whose name did you hear about me from?" Lin Fan asked.

At that moment, the golden-robed man sneered coldly, "Young Master Wushuang mentioned it to us. He said there’s an arrogant disciple from the Taiwu Immortal Sect wreaking havoc in his territory. He didn’t find you, but lucky us—we’ve run into you instead. Quite fortuitous!"

"Oh, it’s Sheng Wushuang. It seems that fellow holds grudges and even formed alliances against me. Interesting," Lin Fan chuckled.

He scrutinized the four individuals.

Unsure what to say.

Sheng Wushuang was beaten so badly by me, like a dog. Did he not warn you to be cautious when encountering me?

But thinking it through, it made sense.

How could Sheng Wushuang possibly admit to them that he suffered a crushing defeat at my hands? Otherwise, his dignity would be utterly shattered.

Gong Mo whispered, "Friend Lin, don’t act impulsively. These four are no pushovers. It’s best not to harbor murderous intent. If you must act, just teach them a lesson."

"Brother Gong, close your eyes later and pretend you’re blind. Just act like you saw nothing," Lin Fan replied.

At that moment.

The four exchanged glances, faces lighting up with joy.

"Hahaha, what luck! Before even entering the Forbidden Land, we’ve found someone Young Master Wushuang wants captured. If we subdue him and deliver him, Young Master Wushuang will surely reward us greatly," the golden-robed man laughed.

Paying no attention to Lin Fan standing right there.

"Are you planning to kill me?" Lin Fan asked.

The golden-robed man replied, "Not kill you, but subdue you and bring you back to Young Master Wushuang."

Lin Fan nodded quietly.

"I see. In that case, I understand."

As soon as he finished speaking.

With a sudden thrust.

Lin Fan summoned the Hell Spear, piercing through the golden-robed man’s chest. The Hell Origin trembled, annihilating his vitality.

The golden-robed man’s face displayed utter disbelief, his mouth agape as blood bubbled forth.

"I am..."

Lin Fan stretched out five fingers, covering the man’s face, and pushed him back.

"Don’t speak. I’m not interested in who you are. The weak don’t need to announce their names."

This scene unfolded swiftly.

In the blink of an eye.

"How dare you..."

The remaining three were shocked beyond words—they hadn’t expected Lin Fan to act so decisively, killing one of them instantly.

"I’ll stab!"

Their cultivation levels weren’t remarkable—at least not by Lin Fan’s standards. Nothing noteworthy.

The Hell Spear pierced through one.

Then another.

The lone female tried to escape, but Lin Fan wouldn’t let her get away.

The Hell Spear in his hand sliced through the air.

Striking her in the back.

No chance for mercy.

If these four hadn’t declared their intention to capture and deliver him to Sheng Wushuang, Lin Fan wouldn’t have acted. But since they spoke the words, there was no escape.

Leaving them alive would only invite trouble.

Besides, killing them had its benefits.

At least he could loot them.

Gong Mo stood dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at Lin Fan, utterly disbelieving what he’d just witnessed.

"Friend Lin, you’ve poked a hole in the heavens!"

He couldn’t fathom Lin Fan would outright slay them.

If someone found out.

There would be no turning back.

Lin Fan rifled through their corpses, not bothering to turn around as he said, "Brother Gong, they intended to harm me—I couldn’t leave them alive. In my life, there are three types of people: passersby, friends, and enemies."

"Any enemy—I will kill."

"Here, take this."

Lin Fan tossed a treasure to Gong Mo.

Gong Mo felt the treasure was a hot potato, hesitant to take it. But upon realizing its great spiritual nature, he was slightly taken aback.

"An upper-grade Spiritual Artifact."

He didn’t want to accept it, but looking at Lin Fan, he ultimately took it.

Consider it splitting the spoils—boarding the same ship.

Gong Mo believed he had a decent relationship with Lin Fan, but Lin Fan openly slaying disciples of two major factions in front of him left him conflicted. If he disclosed it, Lin Fan would be hunted relentlessly.

Though he didn’t think Lin Fan would kill him to silence him.

He acknowledged that taking the treasure might reassure Lin Fan.

"Brother Gong, you’d best auction this treasure in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion—handling it otherwise could prove tricky."

Lin Fan ignited fire at his fingertips, burning the four corpses to ash and clearing the bloodstains on the ground. Better safe than sorry, as the saying goes.

Once done, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Gong Mo said, "Friend Lin, you could’ve subdued them as a warning. Killing them outright—what if someone finds out? The consequences would be dire."

Lin Fan grinned, "No one saw, so why worry? You may not be aware of certain things—they’re not as simple as they seem. But don’t worry; you’re my friend. I gave you the treasure not to win you over."

"It’s simply that, as friends, we share the bounty. I’m not interested in wealth—if you’re worried about implicating yourself, you can return the upper-grade Spiritual Artifact to me. If we’re ever discovered, I won’t mention your presence here."

"Hey, it’s just unfortunate these guys were so poor. If they had Dao Artifacts, I’d have given you one instead."

Lin Fan genuinely thought these people would be wealthier.

Clearly, he was overestimating.

"You said it—sharing the spoils. I’m not returning this to you. A Spiritual Artifact is very appealing, especially when it can fetch a fortune at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion," Gong Mo said, pocketing the artifact.

Lin Fan chuckled. No choice—recently, the pressure had been intense, with enemies closing in wherever he went. Killing when necessary was inevitable.

He had to grow stronger.

The enemies were numerous.

And they were all formidable figures.

Without Mana reaching the True Immortal Realm, one wouldn’t even dare step out the door.

At that moment.

The drops came in.

Though these four weren’t remarkable, their Mana made for useful gains.