Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 135 - 0: Licking God

At the scene, only Lin Fan and Xi Xi were present. Naturally, taking care of the resting patient was left to Lin Fan. He picked up Meng Qingyao, supporting her thighs. Although they were shapely, he swore to the heavens that his mind was pure. If he had even a single impure thought, let him bump into an enemy the moment he stepped outside.

"Hey, Senior Sister Xi, you need to take good care of her. To have such an issue at such a young age—coughing up blood whenever she gets emotional—according to medical principles, it’s due to accumulated internal heat that needs to be released," Lin Fan said.

Xi Xi asked, "Then what should we do?"

Lin Fan pondered for a moment. "There’s a way, and I could solve it, but it’s too risky. It would break my cultivation and cause tremendous damage to my body and mind."

"For now, just take good care of her. When she wakes up, she can regulate herself."

He absolutely wouldn’t admit that this had anything to do with him.

Clearly, she was the one who started it, and he had been nothing but gentlemanly, never making a move. So, it wasn’t his fault.

He glanced at her—yes, very beautiful.

But her body wasn’t up to par. Frail, inexplicably coughing up blood.

Night fell.

Tonight, Lin Fan was supposed to take Xi Xi and a few others to Donglai Peak to attend this banquet full of scheming and mind games.

However, Xi Xi stayed behind to take care of her senior sister and didn’t go.

He was accompanied only by two senior brothers and Nan Gongjin.

When they reached Donglai Peak, disciples were standing on both sides to welcome them. The display of respect was excessive. To these disciples, they had long since known Lin Fan’s identity. Who wouldn’t want to curry favor with him?

But one needed an opportunity to do so.

A man standing in the distance was none other than Ye Donglai, wearing a faint smile. His expression was gentle, giving off a calming and healing aura.

However, in Lin Fan’s eyes, this person was exactly as Nan Gongjin had described—someone who seemed treacherous.

"Welcome, Brother Lin. What an honor! Please, come inside."

Upon seeing Lin Fan, Ye Donglai hurried over, showing extreme courtesy in his reception.

After becoming true disciples of the sect, they normally addressed each other by their given names, without titles like ’Senior Brother’ or ’Senior Sister.’

But Ye Donglai directly addressed him as "Brother Lin," not caring in the slightest that Lin Fan’s cultivation was far lower than his.

Nan Gongjin, who followed closely behind Lin Fan, caught Ye Donglai’s momentary surprise at seeing him. However, Ye Donglai quickly masked his reaction, maintaining a harmonious smile as he led them into the room.

The number of people at the evening banquet was not large.

"Brother Lin, please have a seat," Ye Donglai said, hosting them attentively.

With such hosting skills, anyone would be pleased. He completely set aside the lofty status of being a true disciple and raised his guests high on a pedestal.

Lin Fan replied, "Junior Brother Ye, you’re too polite."

"Not at all. For Brother Lin to grace Donglai Peak with your presence is an enormous honor to us. This is just as it should be," Ye Donglai said with a smile, then waved his hand, signaling for the food to be served promptly.

Chen Zhiyu and Yang Gang felt rather restrained upon arrival. After all, their host was someone they had never dared to even imagine being served by.

The most astonishing part was this—

Ye Donglai personally poured wine for them, leaving the two of them nearly too flustered to sit still.

A true disciple personally pouring their wine—this was more than they could handle.

Before coming, Nan Gongjin had shared much about Ye Donglai with Lin Fan, describing him as meticulous and flawless, someone who leaves no room for oversights. When associating with him, he would raise you so high you’d feel completely at ease, lowering your guard.

When dealing with someone like this—

Casual acquaintance was fine, but deep relationships should be avoided.

Being courteous to everyone in the same way—just thinking about it was terrifying. You’d never know if his intentions were genuine or fake.

At this moment—

Ye Donglai sat next to Lin Fan, smiling. "Before I met Brother Lin, I couldn’t imagine what kind of person he might be. But at the sect’s Grand Ceremony, the moment I saw Brother Lin appear, I knew he truly was a dragon among men. When the Supreme Elder took you as her child, who wasn’t envious? But no one else could match Brother Lin’s charisma and demeanor."

"Hahaha," Lin Fan laughed heartily, "Junior Brother Ye, your flattery is making me a bit embarrassed."

"Oh no, Brother Lin, I wouldn’t dare exaggerate. Every word is the truth. If there’s any falsehood, may I be struck by lightning," Ye Donglai said earnestly.

Rumble!

Crash! Crackle!

A lightning bolt flashed outside.

Soon after, rain began to fall.

The scene suddenly turned awkward.

Ye Donglai remarked, "I didn’t expect even the heavens to agree with my words. After thunder comes a gentle rain—soothing, washing away Donglai Peak’s mortal grime, and bringing in immortal refinement. And we owe it all to Brother Lin’s arrival."

Damn!

Lin Fan nearly exploded on the spot. Was this guy the king of sycophants? Who could compete with someone like him?

To smoothly turn such an awkward moment into a connection—

Impressive. Truly impressive.

"Hahaha," Lin Fan said, patting Ye Donglai’s shoulder, completely shameless. "I really like honest people like you, Junior Brother, who speak from the heart."

Ye Donglai continued smiling. He hadn’t yet fully understood Lin Fan’s personality, but it didn’t matter. Good words—everyone enjoyed hearing them.

Nan Gongjin remained highly vigilant around Ye Donglai. This man was tricky to deal with, always flawless in his words and actions.

An ordinary person would have long been bewitched by his words.

Thus, Nan Gongjin occasionally glanced at Brother Lin, observing his state carefully, hoping he wouldn’t fall for Ye Donglai’s honeyed words.

Soon—

Disciples brought out an array of exquisite dishes that had never been seen before.

Yang Gang and Chen Zhiyu were dazzled. They had never even heard of these delicacies. For now, they simply kept to their roles—eating and saying nothing.

Especially Chen Zhiyu, who was barely holding back his excitement.

Nan Gongjin, having spent time on Zhen Tian Peak in the past, had seen his fair share of extravagant things. Just one glance at the dishes, and he could tell they were extraordinary, far from what ordinary people could afford.

Ye Donglai truly had spent lavishly for this event.

"Brother Lin, no need to be polite. Please, enjoy," Ye Donglai invited, then began introducing the dishes. "This wine? It’s something I procured from the mortal world—a royal tribute, aged nearly five hundred years, with an unparalleled fragrance. If tempered by a cultivator of supreme prowess, it could even transform into a Wine Spirit. But for now, it’s just perfect for someone of Brother Lin’s status."

"As for these dishes, they’re no ordinary fare either. East Sea Serpent meat—exceedingly rare and expensive. A single pound costs ten Spirit Stones. Ordinary disciples could never afford to indulge in this."

Ye Donglai, knowing that Lin Fan had essentially lucked into his position by being taken in as the Supreme Elder’s foster child, guessed that Lin Fan likely had little worldly knowledge. Without explanation, Lin Fan probably wouldn’t recognize how precious these things were.

Thus, only by making the rarity and value of these items known could Ye Donglai subtly emphasize the respect and status he was granting Lin Fan.

After three rounds of wine—

The atmosphere was lively. It was essentially an interaction between a hero and a sycophant.

Yang Gang and Chen Zhiyu continued eating silently, not daring to say much.

Meanwhile, Nan Gongjin kept his head down as he ate, listening intently to every word Ye Donglai said, analyzing his motives carefully.

"Sigh!" At that moment, Ye Donglai sipped his wine alone, lowering his head as though burdened by sorrow.

Seeing this, Lin Fan thought to himself, based on standard routines, this must be the start of some ploy. Normally, someone would definitely ask—

What’s wrong?