Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 140 - 0: You Set the Poison, and You’re the Ones Poisoned

Chapter 140: Chapter 0140: You Set the Poison, and You’re the Ones Poisoned

Night.

The entire Taiwu Immortal Sect was eerily quiet.

During his time at the Taiwu Immortal Sect, he was basically a shit-stirrer—no, wait, not a shit-stirrer, but...

You know what, forget it.

None of that really matters anyway.

He was well aware of his own situation: his Spirit Root was still First Grade Metal Spirit Root, he only knew a minor Divine Skill, and his cultivation was stuck at the Longevity Second Realm of Heavenly Destiny.

The only thing remotely impressive.

Was his mana and a few Innate Divine Abilities.

Now, with the Four Saints Against Heaven suit empowering him, he could ensure his safety below the True Immortal Realm. Staying at Taiwu Immortal Sect and messing around with those True Disciples—one day, someone would end up in tears.

Leaving a deep impression on those True Disciples was good enough.

He could wager that Ye Zhen Tian wouldn’t forget him for at least three hundred years.

The next morning.

Chen Zhiyu, as usual, was out looking for a big shot to cling to.

He knocked on the door outside for ages, but no one responded.

Curious, he pushed the door open and walked in, only to find the place empty. On the desk, there was an envelope. Opening it, he howled in anguish, "The big shot... has left!"

Meanwhile.

Lin Fan had been sprinting full-speed since last night, and the Taiwu Immortal Sect was long out of sight. It was basically impossible for anyone to track him down.

In a small grove.

"Phew! I’ve run this far... There’s no way they’ll find me now."

Lin Fan took out a map. He’d grabbed it last night—a map detailing the dangerous areas of the cultivation world, as well as numerous Secret Realms.

Based on his years of experience.

These dangerous places could determine how quickly he could progress. If he made the right choice, he could soar; if he made the wrong choice, he’d suffer.

He took out a pen and circled several perilous spots on the map.

Too close to Taiwu Immortal Sect? No good. Cultivators would definitely be training there. More people meant fewer monsters and a higher chance of being spotted. Given his level of excellence, anyone would recognize him instantly.

He had to stay discreet.

"Kunyu Mountain is close to the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, and it’s not out of the way. That’ll do."

He had chosen a destination.

Kunyu Mountain.

This place wasn’t a Secret Realm, but monsters and demons appeared here occasionally. ’Occasionally’ implied they weren’t dumb—their numbers likely weren’t wiped out. Which meant there was still hope for him here.

Once he decided on a location, he wouldn’t arbitrarily change his mind.

After all, when a man changes his mind, what can you do about it?

Lin Fan tucked the map away and marched toward Kunyu Mountain with stubborn determination.

Some time later.

Kunyu Mountain.

"I’ve arrived."

Lin Fan gazed at the mountains stretching endlessly before him. From the outside, ancient trees were abundant. If you ventured inside and were timid, you might actually get spooked.

But as a cultivator of the Heavenly Destiny Realm, armed with righteousness and impervious to evil, what was there to fear?

Let’s go!

Let’s see what’s so frightening about this place.

Lin Fan moved cautiously. His years of experience had taught him that even with treasure to protect you, it was best to respect the nerve-wracking dangers of expeditions. Brazenly stomping around? Come on, have you even considered Kunyu Mountain’s dignity?

He inspected the ground. If demons were around, they’d inevitably leave tracks. Following those tracks would allow him to find their trail.

Experience never lies.

Clear your mind, and subtle clues will naturally present themselves.

Several hours later.

"Damn! It’s for real?"

He was frustrated. He’d been staring at the ground for so long, yet there wasn’t a single track to be found—not even a wild boar print. Just give me a shred of hope, will you?

Forget it, I’m done acting.

Let’s come clean here.

With this realization.

Lin Fan began strutting as he walked, not even slightly concerned about attracting the attention of any demons.

"Demons, are you here?"

"Demons, I don’t want to live anymore. Could you kindly grant me death?"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, straightforward and clear. Oh, how he longed for them to show up before him.

Let me feel like I’m not alone here.

Who knows how much time passed.

"Ooh, smells delicious."

Lin Fan caught the scent of roasted meat and his eyes instantly lit up, as though he’d discovered a new continent. Without hesitation, he bolted toward the source.

Before long.

He arrived at the scene, where a fire pit sat on the ground. The embers were still faintly burning, and scattered chicken feathers littered the surroundings.

"Someone roasted chicken here and left not too long ago."

Surveying the area, he searched for any traces left behind by whoever had been here.

Whoever they were.

If their attitude wasn’t particularly good, he’d chop them down immediately.

He hadn’t felt the thrill of loot drops in ages.

Whoosh!

Suddenly.

A black figure darted from the shadows at lightning speed, appearing behind Lin Fan in a heartbeat. Its sharp claws glinted coldly as they slashed directly at him.

It was a Weasel Demon.

The beast’s face showed an almost human-like grin, confident that in moments this cultivator’s head would be severed from his body.

Then, he could enjoy a hearty meal.

The razor-sharp claws descended.

Crack!

The Weasel Demon widened his eyes in shock; the surrounding space seemed to slow down as he watched his claws shatter into pieces, disintegrating into fragments scattered across the heavens.

Whoosh whoosh!

Flipping midair, the Weasel Demon realized that his claws had struck something exceptionally hard, and an extraordinary force rebounded, smashing his claws to bits.

Lin Fan turned his head in confusion, glancing at both the demon and its broken claws.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing a demon appear naturally got Lin Fan excited, but seriously—was this demon nuts? If your claws weren’t sharp enough, don’t use them to attack; you could use your head instead!

Taking a closer look.

[Weasel Demon: Longevity First Level Foundation Establishment Realm.]

[Possible Loot: Earth Spirit Root Fragment, 105 Years of Mana, Overwhelming Stench.]

Such a pitiful loot table.

But the fact that you showed courage by appearing in my hour of despair means you’re not pitiful at all—rather, you’re surprisingly admirable.

At that moment, the Weasel Demon felt absolute despair.

What just happened?

He’d clearly made contact—so why did it turn out this way?

My claws.

My beautiful, smooth claws—how could they shatter?

My god.

Who on earth is this person? Could it be that he’s wearing a Magical Treasure?

"Not bad. I’ve been wandering here for a long time, and you’re the first demon to welcome me. Though you’re only Longevity First Level Foundation Establishment, I must say, your courage has earned my respect."

Lin Fan relaxed completely upon encountering this demon.

The Weasel Demon wanted to escape.

He knew he absolutely wasn’t a match for this person.

Run!

Without a second thought.

He bolted, not daring to linger.

"Exactly what I thought."

Lin Fan had already deduced that demons were hiding nearby, but he pretended not to notice—that way, he could lure one out.

If he killed it with a single strike, where would he find another demon?

As the demon fled, it would definitely seek backup, and Lin Fan simply had to follow behind—it would lead him straight to their lair.

The fleeing Weasel Demon was utterly distraught.

His claws were his best asset for interacting with others, and now one was shattered. How was he supposed to live?

At first, when he spotted this foolish-looking cultivator, he thought he’d be easy to deal with.

But who could have expected.

The cultivator didn’t even fight back, and one of his claws shattered anyway. Who was he supposed to complain to?

Before long.

The fleeing Weasel Demon arrived at the entrance of a cave and yelled, "Help me! Somebody help me!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hearing the cry for help.

Rustling sounds came from inside the cave, and a dozen or so Weasel Demons swiftly emerged, moving at astonishing speed.

These Weasel Demons had already undergone Transformation. They resembled humans but hadn’t fully transformed.

Their ears and tails remained.

Lin Fan’s eyes sparkled as he saw the group of demons.

This wasn’t easy.

"Cultivator, what are you doing here?" a big man with straw-like yellow hair asked coldly. His pointed mouth wasn’t for lack of trying to fully transform; he simply thought humans looked too ugly. Keeping some weasel features, to him, was the ultimate aesthetic.

Lin Fan replied, "Interesting. He tried to ambush me and failed, and now you ask what I’m doing here? Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to find you lot."

The injured Weasel Demon whimpered, "Big Brother, I was eating chicken in the wild, and he saw me, attacked me, and tried to kill me. My claw—it was broken by him!"

"What the—!" Lin Fan was taken aback by how shamelessly this guy twisted the story.

Before Lin Fan could say more.

The Weasel Demons were already leaping at him without hesitation.

"Take him down."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

They moved incredibly fast, especially with a dozen demons attacking all at once—the scene was truly spectacular.

Lin Fan stood there, calm as a mountain.

Wham! Wham!

The first demons to strike seemed to hit an invisible barrier, recoiling violently. Some even spat blood inexplicably.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan remained unmoved, as unyielding as ever.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fight.

It’s just that the demons weren’t even giving him a chance!

"This cultivator is wearing enchanted armor; don’t engage in close combat," the yellow-haired big man yelled furiously. Taking a deep breath, he aimed his backside at Lin Fan and unleashed a loud fart. A thick, yellow cloud instantly enveloped Lin Fan.

But in just a blink.

The yellow cloud seemed agitated, reversing direction and engulfing the Weasel Demons instead.

"Ah! It stinks!"

"I can’t take this!"

"It’s unbearable!"

The yellow cloud echoed with miserable cries.

Soon, the cloud dispersed.

Aside from the big man who had emitted the toxic gas, the other demons lay on the ground foaming at the mouth, eyes rolled back, as if they’d suffered a fatal blow.

Are you kidding?

What the hell are you lot doing!

The ones poisoning were you, and the ones poisoned were also you—could you be any more absurd?

The big man looked around, dumbstruck by the situation.

This was unheard of.

As for the cultivator, he hadn’t moved an inch from start to finish.

"Don’t look at me like that. Your own kin were all poisoned by you. Honestly," Lin Fan stuck out his thumb in admiration, "you’re something else."

"Given the circumstances, I’ll be merciful and let you all die swiftly."

He had no intention of sparing these ridiculous demons.

Loot drops were essential.

Judging from the situation.

These demons weren’t that powerful, but the strongest among them was Longevity Second Realm of Heavenly Destiny.

If luck wasn’t too bad.

His mana could grow even more robust.

Might even ascend to the Three God Realm.</p