Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 305 - 0302: Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me say I’m very tired?

Chapter 305: Chapter 0302: Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me say I’m very tired?

"What did he just say? There are still plenty of Divine Ability Fruits. Doesn’t that mean this kid has a lot more on him?"

"Exactly. It looks like we shouldn’t leave in such a hurry; I sense something big is about to happen."

"He sold Demon Ancestor’s son to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, and the granddaughter of Long Shangpo bought him. The Demon Ancestor already harbors deep hatred toward him. I think, unless this kid never leaves the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, the moment he steps out, his fate is sealed."

"Shh! Keep your voice down. Why not form a coalition, ambush him halfway, and maybe take a piece of the loot for ourselves."

Among those present, there were quite a few powerful entities, including those from the Demon Path and the Demon Path factions.

They all had their eyes on Lin Fan.

Carrying priceless treasures while walking among mortals—he’s practically a walking jackpot.

At this moment.

Holy Empress said, "Little brother, have you noticed how everyone is looking at you differently? I think you’ve been targeted. Why not consider my proposal? I can protect you entirely."

She hadn’t yet figured out whether this kid was truly fearless.

If he dared to leave the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion...

She could guarantee...

That he wouldn’t make it far.

"Don’t speak. My impression of you isn’t good," Lin Fan dismissed with a wave of his hand, clearly unwilling to waste words on the Holy Empress. In his eyes, she was a shallow woman, utterly unworthy of his attention—even for playful teasing.

The Holy Empress was rendered speechless by Lin Fan’s blunt words.

Alright.

If that’s how it is.

Let’s see how long this kid can keep up that smug attitude.

Ignoring the Holy Empress entirely, Lin Fan instead walked over to the Demon Ancestor. Standing right before him, Lin Fan spat out the shell of a Divine Ability Fruit onto the ground. "Hmm, not bad. The taste of this fruit is reasonably good."

He showed no sign of noticing just how livid the Demon Ancestor’s face had become.

The expression was akin to someone who just swallowed a fly.

His features twisted into an iron-blue hue.

If it weren’t for the fact that they were still inside the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, the Demon Ancestor might have already attacked.

Lin Fan walked toward the distance.

A group of powerful figures exchanged glances, nodding silently before following him. Although it seemed as if they were casually strolling around, their true objective had long been locked onto Lin Fan.

Their intentions were clear.

Go on, kid, take a step.

Let’s see how far you can go.

Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

"Miss, Master Lin has left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, but due to his exposed identity, a group of powerful figures is following him with likely ill intent. Should we intervene?" Mao Si asked.

Huang Lier waved a hand and replied, "No need. If Master Lin needs help, he naturally knows to seek us out. If he hasn’t, it means he has his own plans. Better to refrain from involving ourselves unnecessarily; it might lead to unforeseen complications."

"Understood."

Mao Si nodded, still uncertain about Master Lin’s approach. Perhaps only absolute confidence could explain why Master Lin seemed so fearless.

At the city gate.

Lin Fan said, "I say, folks, are you really just going to follow me so blatantly now? I can understand why the Demon Ancestor is tailing me, but what about the rest of you? Are you planning to rob me just like him?"

The many powerful figures exchanged glances but remained silent.

They acted as though they were merely passing by.

You’re heading out.

We also happen to be leaving. Pure coincidence, nothing else. No need to be so tense.

The Demon Ancestor snorted coldly and said, "Kid, weren’t you full of bravado earlier? Mark my words—leave if you dare. Let’s see what you can do."

His killing intent toward Lin Fan was overwhelming.

The meaning was clear.

Kill you, or die trying.

"Demon Ancestor, that’s inaccurate. I was indeed quite bold earlier, but I haven’t chickened out now, have I? Why stoop to insulting me?" Lin Fan replied.

Amid the crowd, Luo Baiying observed Lin Fan repeatedly provoking the Demon Ancestor with a slightly incredulous expression. He wondered whether Lin Fan was still hoping for Wei You to come and save him.

That would be nothing short of wishful thinking.

Before Wei You even arrives, Lin Fan would likely already be a corpse.

The Demon Ancestor coldly harrumphed and chose not to engage further. To him, there was no point in wasting breath on someone destined to die. Talking too much simply wastes time.

Lin Fan stood near the city gate, turning back to glance at the crowd. A smirk crept onto his face. For him, this was his first time brazenly flaunting his wealth, drawing envious stares from numerous powerful figures.

A hint of nervousness stirred within him.

What should my opening move be when the fight begins?

"Ah, how tiring. I’ll just take a break here." Lin Fan said.

Immediately.

The city gate became somewhat congested.

The gathered powerful figures furrowed their brows, puzzled by Lin Fan’s intentions. Some individuals moved ahead, vanishing into the shadows to wait silently.

They had to get involved in the impending battle.

If items weren’t won at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion auction, they’d just take them directly from Lin Fan.

"Kid, are you scared?"

Remaining within the bounds of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion meant the Demon Ancestor couldn’t act, but seeing Lin Fan stop so abruptly, he couldn’t resist mocking him.

"Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me say I’m tired and want to rest for a bit?"

"If you’re unhappy, why not just leave on your own?"

Lin Fan cast a disdainful glance at the Demon Ancestor.

He felt no sense of urgency, unlike the Demon Ancestor, who was visibly agitated. That contrast was delightful to Lin Fan. You’re anxious while I remain unmoved, calm as a rooted pine.

The Demon Ancestor clenched his fists tightly, his heart ablaze with fury. If anger could physically manifest, Lin Fan would’ve long been roasted into ash.

"Alright, kid. Let’s see how long you can hold out."

"Fine. Let me tell you—I’m staying here with you."

The Demon Ancestor was genuinely infuriated by Lin Fan’s antics. Normally, anyone who knew they’d been targeted by him would’ve been terrified beyond belief, but not Lin Fan—he seemed utterly fearless.

So what if there’s a battle ahead?

Nothing to fear.

Within the crowd, the old demon corpse Tian was also present. However, he chose not to reveal himself, opting instead to wait for the right moment. Due to a previous incident, he had been injured, though he had recovered significantly.

Still, an injury was an injury, so he remained patient, waiting for an opportunity.

"Hahaha! Demon Ancestor, don’t be so hasty. I’m merely resting; I’ll leave shortly. But why are you so eager to become a bargaining chip in my hands?"

"Are you truly that desperate to serve Long Shangpo’s granddaughter alongside your son?"

"Though, given your looks, I fear you wouldn’t fetch a high price."

Lin Fan laughed, completely indifferent to the looming threat of the Demon Ancestor.

Some of the surrounding powerful figures, imagining the scenario Lin Fan described, couldn’t help but feel nauseated. A father and son together serving one woman—that thought alone was horrifying.

Some wanted to laugh but restrained themselves.

After all, he was the Demon Ancestor; certain courtesies had to be observed.

The guards at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s city gate, seeing so many powerful figures converge, felt deeply uneasy. They couldn’t help but glance at Lin Fan.

He was way too bold.

To have provoked so many people.

Just imagining the situation felt utterly terrifying.

A while later.

"Alright, I’ve rested enough. It’s time to leave. If you wish to follow me, do so quickly. Don’t get left behind and fail to find me—it’d be a shame." Lin Fan said.

In his mind, he knew this incident...

...would cement his reputation within the Demon Path and Demon Path.

At the same time, the Immortal Path would certainly praise his name, touting his deeds as proof that righteousness triumphs over evil. A disciple of the Immortal Path, standing fearlessly against the most formidable forces of the dark—a great morale boost for the Immortal Path.

Yes, thinking about it felt quite satisfying.

Suddenly.

The crowd stirred uneasily.

Numerous powerful figures revealed expressions of shock; they hadn’t expected Lin Fan to genuinely leave the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

They’d assumed he would absolutely avoid leaving.

Their expectations shattered.

It seemed like all his actions had been mere posturing, utilizing the Pavilion’s protection to enrage the Demon Ancestor.

Yet now, he was really stepping beyond the Pavilion’s boundaries, leaving the safety zone. Was he courting death?

"What does he rely on?"

The Holy Empress furrowed her brows. Behind the obscured features, no one knew that the seemingly peerless beauty was actually the fearsome Holy Empress of the Demon Path.

Should the Demon Ancestor crush this boy...

Should she intervene or not?

The question lingered in her thoughts.

They had no familial ties, so there was no reason to save him. But the treasures he carried tempted her deeply. To offend the Demon Ancestor in exchange for those rewards would be worth it.

After pondering for a moment.

She made her decision.

At the critical moment, she would intervene—because the benefits outweighed the risks.

At this time.

The edge of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s grounds came into view.

Leaving those boundaries would mean the start of a bloody battle.

When Lin Fan reached the edge, he paused briefly, considered his next move, then smiled and took a step forward. The surrounding crowd watched in silence as Lin Fan exited the Pavilion’s protective limits, seemingly waiting for something.

Suddenly.

An overwhelming torrent of demonic qi soared into the heavens.

"Kid, I will grind you into dust!"

The Demon Ancestor, unable to contain the fury that had been simmering within, finally exploded. His body vanished from his original spot and reappeared above Lin Fan, his five fingers clenched tightly, delivering a palm strike straight at Lin Fan’s head.

For someone of the Demon Ancestor’s cultivation.

Failure to take down this kid would be an utter embarrassment.

Yet what happened next...

Shocked the Demon Ancestor to his core.

Lin Fan stood firm, countering with a palm strike of his own. The two strikes collided, producing a terrifying shockwave that radiated outward in all directions. The powerful aura caused many of the nearby figures to pale in surprise.

It was as though they had witnessed something utterly unbelievable.

"Wait a minute. This kid’s cultivation is no weakling! He actually withstood the Demon Ancestor’s palm strike."

"Shh. Hold off for now. When two tigers fight, one always ends up wounded."

Quietly conversing.

Everyone was watching and waiting for the outcome.

As far as they were concerned.

Whether Lin Fan or the Demon Ancestor took damage, it would mean immense benefits for the onlookers. Even the Demon Ancestor himself couldn’t intimidate them completely—because if he dared to suffer severe injuries, there were many among them bold enough to ensure the Demon Path lost its Demon Ancestor.

"Kid..."

The Demon Ancestor clearly hadn’t expected Lin Fan’s strength to be so formidable. It far surpassed what he had anticipated, even more terrifying than their previous encounter.

During the clash just now.

He realized Lin Fan’s mana was astonishingly abundant, an inconceivable discovery.

"Now that you’ve left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, watch as I suppress you and sell you off."

Lin Fan retaliated with another palm strike, swiftly transitioning to a new technique and conjuring a Hell Spear to attack.

As for the numerous powerful figures eyeing him hungrily.

He felt no fear.

What’s the big deal?

They acted as if he should be trembling in his boots.