Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 99 - 00: The Inevitable Death Law of Cute Girls

Chapter 99: Chapter 0099: The Inevitable Death Law of Cute Girls

There’s no way to find him.

Endless vistas ahead forced Fang Jiuzhen to return disappointed. He never would have imagined Lin Fan’s true goal was the Taiwu Immortal Sect, nor that Lin Fan aimed to infiltrate the sect, become a disciple, and dismantle it from within, striking at the heart of his target.

Taiwu Immortal Sect, Zhen Tian Peak, in the grand hall.

"Why didn’t Feng Sihai return with you?" Ye Zhen Tian’s narrow eyes gave off a sinister feeling when squinting, but thanks to his exceptionally handsome appearance, this aura often dissipated entirely.

"Brother Ye, Brother Feng was supposed to return with us, but it seems something came up for him, so he told us to head back first." A disciple reported.

Ye Zhen Tian frowned, clearly displeased about Feng Sihai’s absence, especially with the urgent manpower needed for the ongoing Spirit Vein development.

Damn it, he’s off dealing with that nonsense again.

Ye Zhen Tian knew all too well what Feng Sihai was up to.

"Dismissed. If any of you see him return, tell him to drag himself over to the Spirit Vein immediately," Ye Zhen Tian commanded.

Lately, he’d been overwhelmed with tasks. Many within the sect sought him out, hoping to carve themselves a piece of the pie.

But as a True Disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect,

no one dared openly seize what they wanted despite their desires. Some matters needed careful negotiation, and for the right benefits, he wasn’t entirely unwilling to listen.

Several days later.

At the base of Taiwu Immortal Sect’s mountain.

Lin Fan gazed at the magnificent Immortal Sect ahead, utterly awestruck. This—this was a true Immortal Sect; compared to it, the Nine Heavenly Immortal Sect was as different as heaven and earth, beyond any comparison.

Countless towering peaks stretched skyward, piercing the clouds. Under the vast celestial sky resonant with immortal energy, these peaks collectively formed an ancient, sacred realm, concealing innumerable Immortals whose hands seemed to shroud the heavens.

In the extreme distance above the clouds, the deepest reaches revealed faintly hovering structures, like a sprawling celestial city floating in the skies.

Standing here, Lin Fan felt utterly insignificant, so small he might as well be an ant. If thrown inside, he doubted he could ever find his way out again.

"Bah!"

"What’s there to be impressed about? Once my cultivation soars, I’ll build my palace on the sun. Let’s see who’d dare outshine me!"

Lin Fan cursed and bragged shamelessly to himself, then looked up at the fiery red sun in the sky.

The sun, the sun...

For now, I’ll let you hang up there peacefully.

Turning to leave, Lin Fan muttered, staying too close was risky. He had to find an opportunity—charging up the mountain now served no purpose. Best-case scenario, they’d kick him off the mountain; worst-case, he’d end up dead.

He already knew what he wanted to do.

All he lacked was a chance.

As long as the opportunity arose, paired with his unparalleled acting skills, there’d practically be no issues.

But first, this bald head had to be fixed—it was seriously cramping his style.

Finding a secluded spot, Lin Fan activated his mana.

Sparse fuzz began sprouting on his once shiny scalp, growing longer and darker until jet-black hair cascaded down his shoulders.

Touching his ebony locks, Lin Fan didn’t need a mirror to know he now looked absolutely stunning—earth-shatteringly handsome. As long as he avoided saying anything cringe-worthy, his morally-questionable aura would remain perfectly concealed.

He waited in the forest near Taiwu Immortal Sect, biding his time.

If he stayed here patiently, the chance would come eventually. How long that might take, Lin Fan couldn’t predict, but patience was key to success; those without it wouldn’t achieve anything.

Days passed.

Lin Fan waited diligently, observing numerous Taiwu Immortal Sect disciples pass by.

But none of them were his intended targets.

Groups kept coming and going in packs, forming alliances—approaching them recklessly was too unpredictable. It wasn’t worth the risk, so he continued waiting.

Moreover, he outright excluded male disciples.

With his stunning looks, jealousy from men was inevitable, and male envy could be downright terrifying. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Lin Fan absolutely refused to engage with these awful men.

In the past, Lin Fan might have given up if he couldn’t find a target—"Fine, I won’t infiltrate then." But now, with a clear goal in mind, he was determined to enter Taiwu Immortal Sect no matter what.

Nothing and no one could stand in his way.

More days passed.

Lin Fan grew genuinely impatient. But no matter how frustrated he got, he couldn’t give up now—not after waiting this long. Giving up would mean letting all his efforts go to waste.

Finally,

a suitable "prey" appeared—a girl. She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, just chubby and adorably round-faced, with a childlike charm. Her bouncy, playful walk made her seem delightfully mischievous. But whenever she passed others, she’d suddenly switch to acting coldly dignified, nodding stiffly as if she were some aloof stunner.

However, her baby-fat cheeks, tense as she tried to maintain a stern expression, came off more amusing than intimidating.

Despite the menacing sword strapped to her back, its design still looked somewhat delicate.

Probably because of the pink tassel dangling from it.

"You’ll do."

Lin Fan’s assessment was sharp—his mind immediately concocted various schemes. "As long as the scheme runs deep," he mused, "I’m bound to succeed."

Little Sister, the great path of your Brother Lin starts with you. Don’t blame me later if my charm overwhelms you!

From there, Lin Fan turned into a stalker, quietly trailing the girl—who remained blissfully unaware of being targeted.

Here wasn’t a good place to strike.

Other disciples passed by occasionally, complicating matters.

To ensure 100% success, Lin Fan had to wait for the perfect moment.

It seemed like this girl was on her first trip down the mountain—her curiosity about the surroundings slowed her progress significantly.

"She’s really slow..."

Lin Fan followed with a mildly helpless expression, but what could he say? He had no choice but to keep tailing her.

From the moment he saw this girl, he knew she was the perfect target.

Why? Don’t ask—just trust the tried-and-tested formula.

In these situations, naïve and cute girls always seemed to wander into dangerous situations and meet tragic ends in the wilderness.

It was the law of "adorable girl must die."

The Lord of Heaven designed this so people would understand: the world is a harsh place; stay home if you’re clueless, or you’ll end up dead.

After trailing for quite a while,

the opportunity finally presented itself.

The girl stopped beneath a tree to rest. On the branches above, a cold-blooded snake several meters long silently coiled, flicking its tongue as its icy gaze locked onto the unsuspecting girl below.

Suddenly,

the snake struck like lightning.

"Watch out, Little Sister!"

Lin Fan leapt forward, ready to stage a heroic rescue—but in an instant, the situation spiraled unexpectedly.

The girl drew her sword with blinding speed, delivering a single, vicious strike that cleaved the snake in two. She then let out a ferocious cry, repeatedly stabbing the snake’s carcass while shouting, "Die! Die! Die!"

Lin Fan stood dumbfounded, watching the supposedly adorable girl morph into a merciless executioner. The snake’s mangled remains lay motionless on the ground.

"Who are you?"

The girl raised her sword defensively, eyeing Lin Fan warily. The impression she gave was entirely different from what Lin Fan had envisaged.

Feeling awkward, Lin Fan wondered what on earth he should say next.

"Uhh..."

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