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Chapter 303 - 300: I Didn’t Expect You to Be This Kind of Woman

Chapter 303: Chapter 300: I Didn’t Expect You to Be This Kind of Woman

The Demon Ancestor was so infuriated by Lin Fan that he was about to explode on the spot.

This man had kidnapped his son, sold him in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, only for him to fall into the hands of Long Shangpo’s granddaughter, lose his cultivation, and become a mere mortal—a complete joke.

Now, who in the cultivation world doesn’t know that the Demon Ancestor’s son was...

How humiliating!

"Demon Ancestor, don’t look at me like that. I’m just stating the facts, not making baseless accusations."

Lin Fan wasn’t afraid of the Demon Ancestor.

Back when he was weaker, he wasn’t afraid, and now that his strength had skyrocketed, he didn’t even bother to take the other party seriously.

"You little brat, utterly lawless and reckless! Do you truly believe the Taiwu Immortal Sect can shield you?" The Demon Ancestor’s voice grew colder. After all, there wasn’t a single Demon Expert who was soft-hearted.

Lin Fan was literally dancing on his head.

Pulling the hatred value to the maximum.

"You don’t need to trouble yourself worrying about that, Demon Ancestor. You couldn’t even protect your own son, so why doubt others?" Lin Fan then turned his gaze to the nearby woman. "Fairy Sister, don’t you find the Demon Ancestor’s face absolutely repugnant? If you ask me, it’s best to stay far away from him."

The woman had initially felt annoyed.

But now, she smiled faintly and said: "Oh? By that logic, who should I approach instead?"

Lin Fan grinned, flashing his brilliant white teeth, and patted his chest.

"Naturally me, a righteous figure from the great Immortal Dao Sect! Right, Fairy Sister?"

Boredom was the culprit.

He was just making casual chit-chat.

Besides, his current strength allowed this kind of nonsensical behavior. Unless he went recklessly charging into a Forbidden Land, no major powerhouse could truly faze him.

The Demon Ancestor was seething with rage, yet seeing Lin Fan brazenly flirting with the woman beside him only made him coldly sneer to himself.

A truly clueless brat.

Dead without even knowing how he died.

He decided not to say much anymore.

Might as well let Lin Fan bring about his own demise. Perhaps someone else might take care of him without the Demon Ancestor lifting a finger.

The woman chuckled lightly. Her smile, though shrouded behind a veil, carried hints of allure and mischief. "What if I were also a member of the Demon Path? Then what?"

Oh, no!

What kind of "question" was that?

For Lin Fan, as long as it was a girl, and an interesting one at that, it didn’t matter if she was Demon or Demon Path—a good chat was always in order.

"Fairy Sister, why diminish your own worth? Even if you belong to the Demon Path, so what? Follow me, and I’d be more than happy to guide you into the righteous path," Lin Fan said sincerely.

He was well aware of how strong this woman was—stronger even than the Demon Ancestor. Clearly, she was no easy target.

But no matter how tough, wasn’t she still made of water?

The woman said: "If I remember correctly, you have countless enemies. Perhaps you should first think about how to survive."

"Ah, why fret over such matters? More enemies, more excitement. And to meet a Fairy Sister like you is lucky enough. Might you reveal your true face to me, so I can better admire it?" Lin Fan quipped with a playful smile.

A smile tinged with mischief and bad intentions.

Just then, a voice interrupted them.

"Demon Ancestor, bullying juniors again?"

In the distance, a figure approached slowly.

At first, Lin Fan paid no mind, but with a closer look, his expression changed.

Luo Baiying.

There was no mistake.

It was indeed him.

This was the same mysterious expert he had encountered on the Black Demon Platform, the one who had shattered a lower-grade Dao Artifact with a single move. Back then, Lin Fan had memorized his name when inspecting his attributes.

He didn’t expect to run into him again at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

Of course.

Luo Baiying made no effort to hide this time, showing his true appearance.

The Demon Ancestor snarled: "Luo Baiying, are you trying to meddle in my business?"

"Why the anger, Demon Ancestor? Seeing you pick on an Immortal Path junior, how can this old man turn a blind eye?" Luo Baiying replied calmly, casting a smiling glance at Lin Fan. His smile was oh-so-benevolent, the kind of smile an elder gives when worrying for the younger generation.

But to Lin Fan, it looked sinister.

As if saying, "Brat, the old man is back—ready to play with you again."

Back during their Black Demon Platform confrontation, Luo Baiying had been severely injured. By chance, he discovered an ancient skeleton and comprehended a Divine Skill, the "Reverse Demon Chaos God Art."

The Divine Skill turned out to be extraordinary.

Not only did it heal his injuries and restore his strength to its peak, but it also elevated him to the next level.

He had always wanted revenge on the Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple who had caused his misfortune. However, wary of Wei You’s presence, he hadn’t dared make a move—until now.

Coincidentally.

He came to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion seeking a lost fragment, only to encounter Lin Fan again.

The Demon Ancestor sneered: "Hmph, Luo Baiying, you’d best stay out of my matters, lest calamity befalls you."

Luo Baiying faced the Demon Ancestor’s threats without flinching.

As his gaze shifted to the woman, his heart stirred. A peculiar sense of danger emanated from her—a feeling he couldn’t quite grasp or articulate. It was simply... ominous.

Who was she?

Just who was this woman?

Someone who could stand alongside the Demon Ancestor was undoubtedly no ordinary person.

Before tensions could escalate further...

A voice rang out in the distance.

"The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion will auction ten Divine Ability Fruits three days from now! It’s been said that consuming these fruits can help cultivate a Great Divine Power to completion within months or years."

A man shouted loudly, his face brimming with excitement.

He was the first to hear the news, and saying it aloud made it seem as though the ten Divine Ability Fruits were already his.

Before long.

A crowd swarmed around him, bombarding him with questions.

The immense attention completely inflated his ego, making him feel as if he were about to burst with pride.

The Demon Ancestor no longer had the time to squabble with Lin Fan. He was just as shocked as everyone else upon learning of such fruits.

To cultivate a Great Divine Power to perfection often required at least hundreds of years. But now, consuming these Divine Ability Fruits could drastically shorten that time? Terrifying!

"Divine Ability Fruits?" the mysterious woman murmured softly.

Lin Fan chuckled: "So there’s something like that? Well, then, I must have them. At the auction in three days, watch me claim those Divine Ability Fruits."

The Demon Ancestor scoffed dismissively: "You? Do you even have enough Spirit Stones to bid on those fruits?"

"Demon Ancestor, don’t underestimate me just because I’m young. The Spirit Stones I got from selling your son—let’s just say I’ve been keeping them safe until now," Lin Fan replied with a grin.

His comebacks were ruthless.

The Demon Ancestor felt as if Lin Fan were digging his grave with every word, mocking him repeatedly over Xiang Junchen. To think Lin Fan even planned to use the Spirit Stones earned by "selling his son" to bid—unforgivable!

If this brat wasn’t killed...

The Demon Ancestor wouldn’t find peace. There was no outlet for this burning rage in his heart.

"Fine. Let’s see how long you can keep up this bravado," the Demon Ancestor growled. He decided not to argue further. What was the point? He had already resolved to kill Lin Fan as soon as they left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

As for the Taiwu Immortal Sect? That had no relevance to him.

Dead was dead.

As the Demon Ancestor, when did killing someone ever become a problem?

Before long.

News of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s upcoming auction spread rapidly.

For countless cultivators, the pavilion’s reputation grew increasingly illustrious. After all, they had been auctioning off one rare treasure after another in quick succession—each more astounding than the last.

Inside a nearby tavern.

The Demon Ancestor and the mysterious woman sat chatting leisurely over a meal.

Lin Fan, having nothing better to do, tagged along behind them. Luo Baiying, meanwhile, had to maintain the façade of a worldly expert. Though he longed to follow Lin Fan, he couldn’t do so too conspicuously.

Previously, Lin Fan hadn’t told Wei You about their confrontation on the Black Demon Platform.

He simply didn’t want to give Wei You any trouble.

Now, he could handle things on his own. No need to worry anymore.

Screeeeech!

Lin Fan dragged his table closer to the one where the Demon Ancestor and the woman were seated. With a wide smile, he said: "What a coincidence, Fairy Sister—fancy running into you even at mealtime!"

The Demon Ancestor’s infamous presence had cleared out several nearby tables of diners.

After all, who didn’t know who he was? Cross him, and one could die inexplicably upon leaving the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

"Brat, don’t push your luck," the Demon Ancestor said coldly, his face dark with anger.

Lin Fan glanced over dismissively: "What? Don’t want to see me? Then take your rice bowl and eat someplace else. I’m just chatting with this young lady over here. Is that a problem? Or perhaps... you have ulterior motives?"

"But I’d advise against that. Take a good look in the mirror first—don’t humiliate yourself."

Bam!

The Demon Ancestor slammed his hand on the table, his fury surging as he glared at Lin Fan: "You’d better not overstep your bounds! Don’t think that being in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion means you can do as you please."

Lin Fan completely ignored the Demon Ancestor, leaning halfway over the table. Supporting his chin with one hand while tracing idle patterns on the table with the other, he fixed his gaze on the woman. His eyes glimmered with a teasing air. "Your skin is so fair, Fairy Sister. What’s your skincare secret?"

"Little brother, so young and already such a smooth talker?" the woman said with a faint smile.

"Not that little," Lin Fan replied earnestly, "and I swear on the heavens, I’m not trying to flirt—I just like talking to girls. That’s all."

"May I ask where you’re from, Fairy Sister? How could someone as elegant as you end up associating with a scoundrel like the Demon Ancestor? It’s honestly a disgrace."

The Demon Ancestor was being completely ignored, which only fueled his rage. No one had dared be this brazen with him before.

But what intrigued the Demon Ancestor even more was this: how would Lin Fan survive Holy Empress’s wrath?

The Holy Empress chuckled. "My, little brother, you really know how to talk. But don’t these words offend the Demon Ancestor? Aren’t you afraid of retaliation?"

Lin Fan cast her a sideways glance, full of disdain. "Him? Oh, I’m absolutely terrified. But I’m sure Fairy Sister will protect me, right?"

"Hahaha!" The Holy Empress laughed—it had been a long time since someone amused her this much. "Alright, then. I’ll protect you. But I heard you once snatched something from the Old Corpse Demon. If you’re willing to give it to me, I’ll ensure your safety from now on."

Lin Fan froze for a moment upon hearing this, his expression one of stunned disbelief as he stared at her.

The Holy Empress’s face remained obscured, yet she seemed to find his reaction amusing.

But then, Lin Fan spewed the words that caused her smile to falter and her demeanor to sour.

"Wow, what a nerve you’ve got! Here I am playing along sincerely, and you want to con me? It’s like we’re dating, and I reach out to hold your hand, only for you to demand a $37.50 fee first."

"Forget it."

"Didn’t think you’d be just as vulgar as all those other women. Guess I’ve misjudged you."

Lin Fan dragged his table back, shouting toward the back of the tavern.

"Shopkeeper! Bring me one of everything—your best dishes!"