"Immortal Treasure!"
"It’s definitely an Immortal Treasure."
Tian Shi Lao Yao imdiately recognized the gourd as an Immortal Treasure. Immortal Dao Laws were at work within it, and the Golden River Water it contained was the product of such laws, exuding supre Immortal might.
Fortunately, the other party hadn’t yet completely refined the Mixed Elent Golden Gourd.
Otherwise, under his current circumstances, it would spell disaster.
Lin Fan fled desperately, considering whether to use the Supre God Talisman to strike back at his opponent or summon his deranged son. But there was no need—his current mana couldn’t support either for long.
Perhaps he could let Tian Shi Lao Yao strike at his Reverse Heaven Four Saints Dao Artifact set and wait for his mother’s rescue, then work together to slay him.
None were optimal choices.
The precious upper-grade Dao Artifact set was rare; it felt wasteful to let it land in the hands of his opponent.
Though he truly wished to kill his enemy, the gap in mana was enormous. Compared to the True Immortal Demon he had slain earlier, Tian Shi Lao Yao’s mana towered leagues above—not even in the sa tier.
The Innate Divine Ability of Soaring Wings allowed him to cover hundreds of miles swiftly, yet against Tian Shi Lao Yao, it seed noticeably insufficient.
"I’ll take you down!"
At this mont, Tian Shi Lao Yao flung out a coffin. The ominous coffin radiated terrifying energy; its lid lifted slightly, unleashing an astonishing suction force as nurous gray arms erupted into the sky.
"Hmm?"
Lin Fan glanced down, noticing a gray arm gripping his ankle, attempting to drag him toward the coffin. No matter how he struggled, he was unable to break free from the grip of the arm.
The coffin, a fearso companion artifact of Tian Shi Lao Yao, was rumored to have been used to store the remains of a fallen Immortal in its past life—a treasure brimming with Immortal energy. However, after being corrupted by Earthly Fiend and sinister forces, it had transford into a Demon Path artifact.
"There’s no other way."
Lin Fan frowned, summoning the Supre God Talisman and striking it into the air. The talisman floated majestically above, radiating golden light across the world, its formidable power pouring down like tidal waves.
Crackling!
The gray arm clutching his ankle disintegrated into ashes.
The terrifying coffin released gray mist, seemingly invaded by a dreadful force, on the verge of disintegration.
"What is this?"
Tian Shi Lao Yao scread in horror, raising his hand to shield himself from the talisman’s brilliance. The light inflicted great pain on him, his body burdened as though carrying heaven and earth.
The Supre God Talisman was designed to suppress all things under heaven, capable of condensing Divine Souls.
Although it was a damaged artifact, its intimidating power remained unmatched.
Lin Fan seized the opportunity to retreat instantly, reclaiming the Supre God Talisman before vanishing from sight.
"Where did he go?"
Tian Shi Lao Yao glared furiously at the heavens, scanning in silence. He reached out toward the Void, pulling two cultivators from a distant location to his side.
"Speak. Where is he now?"
The two cultivators trembled with unease. They sensed Tian Shi Lao Yao’s unstable emotions teetering on the edge of rage, leaving them terrified. Shaking, one stamred, "We don’t know. Just a mont ago, we lost all contact with him—he erased the marks we left on him."
"Don’t know?" Tian Shi Lao Yao’s cold voice made the cultivators shudder, falling to their knees in terror, not daring to disobey.
Tian Shi Lao Yao’s gaze scanned the distant horizons but failed to locate Lin Fan. The appearance of the Supre God Talisman earlier had greatly disrupted him.
That force—oppressive and unmatched.
"What kind of fortuitous encounter did this brat have to possess not one but two peerless treasures?"
He couldn’t make sense of it. Losing the other party from his grasp felt like humiliation. If word got out, it would surely draw ridicule.
The two cultivators pleaded, "Senior Tian Shi, we’ve truly tried our best, but the opponent is too cunning. There’s nothing we can do. Since that’s the case, we will take our leave."
They exchanged uneasy glances, already anticipating ill-fated outcos.
Tian Shi Lao Yao glared at them, grabbing their heads with both hands. Amid their agonized screams, their bodies turned to skeletal remains before shattering into ashes that dissipated into the air.
"Ah! Lin Fan, I will grind your bones to dust!"
The Divine dicine Residue was bound to be his; he refused to accept the massive expense only for it to prove fruitless. Even if the other party consud it, he would refine them into a Human Pill.
Far away.
Lin Fan had fled quite a distance, but unwilling to underestimate Tian Shi Lao Yao’s capabilities, he had not ceased his escape.
"That old geezer really has skills. When my strength grows powerful, let’s see how I slice you apart."
He had thoughts of cultivating his power.
Unbeknownst to Lin Fan, his current enemies were no longer few.
None of them ordinary—they were all mighty figures in their respective realms.
Leaving aside the Blood Sea Divine Sect.
There were leaders such as the Red Dust Demon Sect Demon Ancestor, Tian Shi Lao Yao, Bai i Lao Zu of White Cloud Mountain, Luo Baiying of the Black Demon Platform, and the Mountain Master of Prison Demon Mountain.
This group alone.
Was enough to wreak havoc on Lin Fan.
As of now.
Lin Fan considered three options: retreat and hide in the mortal realm for a while, seek refuge with his mother at Taiwu Immortal Sect, or focus on cultivating his mana further.
Currently, his mana was already considerable.
But compared to True Immortal powerhouses, it was insufficient. Were it not for the fortune of his treasures, he would have likely perished countless tis over.
After so contemplation.
He decided to focus on cultivating his mana.
At the mont, he lacked mana. Without sufficient mana, he couldn’t vanquish True Immortal powerhouses, making life dreadfully uninspiring.
One month later.
Kunyu Mountain.
Lin Fan gazed down at the mountain range below, employing the Divine Power of Life Sensing. The Demon aura felt heavy here.
Descending to the ground, he noted the presence of a powerful Demon figure nearby—Wan Sheng Yao Wang, a Void Realm powerhouse, his once-unbeatable opponent. But now, Lin Fan felt he had a chance.
The only pity was.
Wan Sheng Yao Wang resided within Kunyu Mountain’s burial grounds. The burial grounds had restrictions in place; Lin Fan’s current cultivation level could not breach them. He couldn’t help but wonder who had laid such enchantnts—it felt prejudiced.
Why was the Demon able to enter?
While Lin Fan, a cultivator, could not?
Soon, he noticed changes across Kunyu Mountain. The originally lush and vibrant scenery had turned suffused with demonic energy. Its flora appeared corrupted, as though transford into monsters—tree branches morphing into vicious predators.
Around the roots of the trees lay the remains of ordinary beasts.
Suddenly.
Lin Fan detected signs of combat ahead. His eyes lit up—there was prey calling out, wailing, "Co and fight ! Give pleasure."
For such a request.
He could not refuse.
Otherwise, it would be disrespectful.
Ahead.
Disciples from Kunxu Palace were locked in fierce battle with Demons. The skirmish was intense, with neither side showing signs of victory. Amid the chaos, a slender figure flitted amongst the Demons.
She ford spells with her fingers, emitting beams of light that struck the Demons directly.
Seeing her ferocity, the fellow disciples gained a surge of morale.
"Senior Sister, why are you so relentless? You aren’t holding back at all against these Demons!"
"Shh, keep your voice down. I hear that sothing happened to Senior Sister here several months ago. She seems to harbor a deep hatred for Demons, even giving up sect training to co here and eliminate them."
The white-robed cultivator Hao Tianhua watched his junior sister’s ferocity with a hint of helplessness. While others were unaware, he had so understanding of her plight—but not the full story.
At that mont.
A shadow descended from above, enveloping the battlefield in thick demonic air—its target, none other than Junior Sister.
"Junior Sister, beware above!"
Hao Tianhua shouted, attempting to intervene. However, the shadow’s speed was far too swift.
The slender figure battling the Demons sensed the threat overhead. Though composed under pressure, her expression tightened—she was running out of ti and could only rely on her mana shield to resist the blow.
But just then.
Bang!
The shadow exploded mid-flight, obliterated by a single palm strike. Simultaneously, an agile light swept through the Demons, slaying them in one fell strike.
Flying Smoke Spirit Sword, a lower-grade Spiritual Artifact.
Against these minor Demons, it posed no difficulty.
"Haha, fellow cultivators! No need to worry—I saw you struggling with Demons and decided to lend a hand," Lin Fan said cheerfully, visibly pleased. Eliminating such low-level Demons didn’t yield much, but any reward, however ager, was still worth it.
A mosquito—even a tiny one—was still at.
Why disdain it?
Upon hearing the voice, the slender figure stiffened slightly. It felt imnsely familiar. She hesitated before slowly turning around, as though doubting her senses.
Lin Fan took in the sight of multiple figures that seed sowhat recognizable.
But he didn’t catch a glimpse of their faces.
The uncertainty lingered.
Especially not far ahead, where a certain young woman’s silhouette caught his eye—her proportions impeccable, a one-in-a-million beauty, far from what could be dismissed as rely striking from behind.
Just as he was about to walk over and strike up a conversation.
The woman turned around.
Leaving him stunned.
"Oh! So it’s you. Long ti no see—how have you been lately?" Lin Fan waved his hand, smiling awkwardly. He still felt a trace of unease inside. After all, his past self had made a bold sacrifice that granted her a chance at survival. He hadn’t expected to et her again.
Cheng Lingsu gazed at Lin Fan without uttering a word, but the ssage conveyed through her bright eyes was crystal clear.
Lin Fan, you scoundrel.
This "ice goddess" of a young woman had been teased rcilessly by him in the past. He had hugged her, taken quite a few liberties, nearly breaking down her defenses completely. Especially that last act of sacrifice—it was as if a nuclear bomb had detonated inside her steadfast heart, shattering its protective walls entirely.
"Lin Daoist, you’re still alive?" Hao Tianhua recalled Lin Fan, knowing he had saved his junior sister. Her survival was owed to him.
Lin Fan replied with a grin, "Alive, just barely. Didn’t expect to cross paths with everyone here again—it must be fate!"
At this mont.
Cheng Lingsu walked toward Lin Fan, standing directly before him. She grabbed his hand, as if about to do sothing definitive.
"Girl, what are you trying to do?" Lin Fan jerked his arm slightly, halting her actions, puzzled by the situation.
Cheng Lingsu replied, "You ntioned sothing to back then. I didn’t tell you at the ti, but I want to say now—I agree to your request and will fulfill it."
Others might not grasp the context of their conversation, yet Lin Fan rembered it vividly.
His eyes dropped to a well-hidden area.
Full.
Round.
Perfectly proportioned—a flawless shape.
The surroundings seed unsuitable, given the prying audience. Caught off guard, he felt slightly embarrassed.
"Girl, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to do this here?" Lin Fan said awkwardly, hearing an inner voice protesting.
This wasn’t so staged scenario.
This was a live encounter.
"Follow ," Cheng Lingsu demanded, pulling Lin Fan toward a dense grove ahead.
"Ah—!" Lin Fan exclaid, feigning protest yet obediently allowing his feet to move forward.
"Don’t do this; it was just a passing comnt."
"Really, this isn’t necessary."
"Hey, no need to push; you know I’m not that kind of person."
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