Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 109 - 0: They Beat Up Someone and Ran Away

Lin Fan realized that it was a pity he didn’t pursue acting.

Chen Zhiyu’s arrival didn’t change anything. Yang Gang, being someone who could let things go, was deeply apologetic about yesterday’s events. In the end, it all boiled down to a misunderstanding—a complete misunderstanding.

After a long while.

Outside the courtyard.

"No need to see me off, Junior Brother. This matter—I’ll remember it well," Yang Gang said gratefully, feeling on the verge of tears, thanks to Lin Fan.

Such a great Junior Brother.

The misunderstanding was almost blown out of proportion.

"Senior Brother, just come tomorrow. At this rate, you’ll be fully recovered in no time," Lin Fan said.

Yang Gang looked at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with heartfelt emotion and gratitude, holding onto Lin Fan’s hand. "Good Junior Brother."

Lin Fan wanted to pull his hand back, internally screaming, could you not do this? It feels like you’re fixated on some part of my body.

Finally, Yang Gang left full of gratitude.

Chen Zhiyu watched his Senior Brother’s departing figure, then glanced at Lin Fan, giving him a thumbs up and praising him, "Junior Brother, impressive! You’ve managed to make Senior Brother Yang submit completely. I admire you."

"Come on, Senior Brother will take you out to see the sights."

Lin Fan responded with a faint smile, things had worked out unexpectedly well—heaven’s intervention. There was no helping it. If anyone still didn’t like him, it was probably Xi Xi’s Senior Sister Meng Qingyao.

Meng Qingyao hadn’t come looking for him so far, which might mean she didn’t regard him as significant, and therefore hadn’t had the time.

Soon after, the two headed down Xuanjian Peak.

"Senior Brother Chen, I’ve heard that Ye Zhen Tian from Zhen Tian Peak is quite formidable. Is that true?" Lin Fan asked.

Chen Zhiyu said, "Him? Oh, he’s strong alright, but he’s not the strongest True Disciple in Taiwu Immortal Sect. But remember this: Zhen Tian Peak has a feud with our Xuanjian Peak. If you ever run into a Zhen Tian Peak disciple and start arguing, as long as no one dies, go ahead and beat them up."

"Oh? What’s the story behind that?" Lin Fan asked curiously. As for who might be even stronger than Ye Zhen Tian, he didn’t care to know. He held no grudge against that person, so knowing too much would just lead to overthinking.

Chen Zhiyu became visibly agitated at the thought of the matter and went on, "This goes back three years. Back then, Senior Sister discovered an Immortal fate inside a Secret Realm, possibly the Cave Mansion of a great figure. However, due to the numerous restrictions, Senior Sister could only slowly break through. But just as she was working on the final restriction, Ye Zhen Tian inexplicably brought a group of enemies to surround her, then broke into the Cave Mansion alone."

"After Senior Sister fought off those enemies, Ye Zhen Tian emerged from the Cave Mansion with the treasures he desired. That’s where the feud began."

Lin Fan listened and thought to himself, pretty devious—sounds like something he’d do.

"Did Senior Sister not appeal to the sect afterward?"

Chen Zhiyu laughed bitterly, "She did, but making Ye Zhen Tian cough up the treasures from the Cave Mansion wasn’t that simple. Besides, the saying goes, ’Fortune favors those with destiny.’ Even though Ye Zhen Tian’s behavior was indeed excessive, the sect wouldn’t punish him. They merely ordered him to share half of the findings."

"In the end, Ye Zhen Tian only handed over a few elixirs, claiming those were all he had obtained. He also said that since Senior Sister was a woman, he didn’t wish to stir up unnecessary disputes."

"Naturally, Senior Sister was furious and crushed the elixirs into powder with a cold expression."

"It’s safe to say Zhen Tian Peak is our Xuanjian Peak’s number one enemy in the sect. Specifically, Ye Zhen Tian."

Lin Fan didn’t know what to say about this but had to admit Ye Zhen Tian’s actions were indeed underhanded. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

To be remembered for such actions wasn’t entirely undeserved.

Soon after.

The two arrived at the base of a mountain.

"That’s Zhen Tian Peak. Recently, Ye Zhen Tian seems to have had a string of good fortune. He discovered a Spirit Vein and his wealth has skyrocketed. He might soon become one of the wealthiest True Disciples in the sect, which isn’t good news for us at Xuanjian Peak," Chen Zhiyu said, clearly concerned. Then, as if recalling something, he added, "But I’ve heard that Ye Zhen Tian’s dog-like follower Feng Sihai hasn’t returned for a long time. There’s gossip that he died outside—that may be the only good news."

When Feng Sihai was mentioned, Lin Fan’s expression turned complex.

He was the one responsible.

But he’d never tell anyone.

Just then.

An unpleasant voice rang out.

"Ha! I could smell a sour stench from far away—it turns out to be Xuanjian Peak’s fatty."

"What’s this? Don’t want to stay in Xuanjian Peak and decided to bring this clueless kid to Zhen Tian Peak to try and cozy up to our Brother Ye?"

Three disciples approached from afar, their faces full of disdain as they stared at Chen Zhiyu.

Chen Zhiyu, seeing these guys, was fuming. "Junior Brother, let’s go—we won’t waste time on a bunch of mad dogs."

"Hold on, who are you calling mad dogs? You come near Zhen Tian Peak and you think you can act high and mighty?"

The leading disciple shouted angrily.

"Your Senior Sister couldn’t match our Brother Ye in luck and had no destiny with the treasures, yet she shamelessly came back to complain. Only women are so pitiful, crying for help, unlike our Brother Ye, who holds himself with dignity."

"And don’t forget, our Brother Ye’s grand fortune has already led to the opening of a Spirit Vein, while all you poor folks at Xuanjian Peak can do is watch and weep."

King Zhao Xian obviously had no regard for Chen Zhiyu. Not only did he mock him directly, but he insulted Meng Qingyao as well.

"You..." Chen Zhiyu was so enraged his hair nearly stood on end.

Yet, knowing they were at the foot of Zhen Tian Peak, where a fight would be disadvantageous, he restrained himself.

Some passing disciples paused their steps nearby.

Everyone knew about the feud between Xuanjian Peak and Zhen Tian Peak.

They were curious to see if there’d be any drama to watch.

King Zhao Xian turned to these disciples and spoke, "Take a look at these two..."

Before he could finish.

He was kicked onto the ground.

Lin Fan moved swiftly, kicking King Zhao Xian to the ground, and then mercilessly stomped on his head. The stomps came fast—at least dozens in just a single second.

King Zhao Xian’s head bounced between the ground and Lin Fan’s foot like a basketball, repeatedly smacking the surface.

Once Lin Fan felt the stomping was sufficient.

He grabbed Chen Zhiyu and bolted off into the distance.

The air turned silent.

The disciples nearby stared slack-jawed at the scene. It wasn’t mere shock—they simply hadn’t processed what had just happened.

The two disciples accompanying King Zhao Xian were dumbfounded.

They glanced at the two figures who were already out of sight.

Then looked down at the sprawling figure of their Brother Zhao, his face bruised and swollen, hair disheveled. All they could manage was a blank stare.

Soon.

They snapped out of it and began shouting furiously.

"You scoundrels!"

"Brother Zhao, what happened to you?"

Everything had unfolded far too quickly. One moment, Brother Zhao had been fine; the next, he was knocked down and ruthlessly stomped on. The barrage of kicks had been so rapid that they hadn’t been able to react in time.

All it took was a blink.

Brother Zhao had been thrashed, and the culprits had fled.