Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 44 - 00 I Know Who You Are

Lin Fan stood in the darkness of the night, feeling as though evil eyes were watching him.

He was already standing here all alone.

Shouldn’t he be luring them out quickly?

Wait, something feels off.

Earlier, Wang Zhou mentioned that the activity of demons has significantly increased lately. So here’s the question—why?

Could it possibly be because Lin Fan gained some small assistance and unknowingly triggered changes in the surroundings? Does that mean Lin Fan is someone who invites trouble, drawing hatred and attracting demon brothers from all corners?

That’s absolutely impossible.

Why wouldn’t it instead be someone intentionally manipulating events, deliberately drawing them here?

It’s impossible for ordinary villagers to escape from the hands of demons.

That’s simply not something that can happen.

Forget probability—even if there were a chance, it wouldn’t involve a mere helpless villager escaping from the grip of demons.

Suddenly.

A cold wind blew past.

Lin Fan’s hairs stood on end, his innate divine ability jolting him with an intense sense of danger.

He slowly turned around.

In the distance, under the glow of moonlight, there was...

Inside the house.

Wang Zhou watched Lin Fan for a moment, then turned to ask, "After you leave, who will take over the Demon Hunting Mansion?"

Having spent a long time with Li Zhiyong and the others, mutual understanding had slowly developed, only for it now to be disrupted. This left Wang Zhou feeling somewhat melancholic.

He was most concerned about whether these new noble family young masters would be difficult to get along with or have connections to the Serpent Gang.

If that were the case, it would spell trouble for Jiangdu City.

"No idea," Li Zhiyong said.

During his time in Jiangdu City, he had grown fond of the place, but his ultimate goal was entering the Immortal Sect, not staying in one location to lead an ordinary life as a mere mortal.

At that moment, Lin Fan returned from outside with a somewhat serious expression.

Liu Ru, noticing Lin Fan’s demeanor, couldn’t help but laugh and say, "You haven’t been a constable for long and you’re already this cautious. If you serve a few more years, I fear even Lord Wang won’t match your attentiveness."

"Stop sleeping," Lin Fan said.

Liu Ru froze, confused by Lin Fan’s statement. "What do you mean?"

Lin Fan took a deep breath and spoke with a touch of resignation, "We’ve fallen into a trap. There are skilled warriors outside waiting for us now."

Upon hearing this, everyone was instantly shocked.

Zhao Desheng immediately rushed to the door, glanced into the distance, then quickly pulled his head back, his eyes filled with horror.

"Lin Constable, how many are there?"

Are you kidding me—is this supposed to be just a few?

Lin Fan added, "I forgot to mention, demons don’t count as people, do they?"

At this moment, Lin Fan felt like slamming his own head against the wall.

Am I truly smart, or just a fool pretending to be clever?

Why hadn’t I thought of this possibility before?

Looking at the situation now and recalling Wang Zhou’s earlier words, it should’ve been obvious that there was something fishy. Yet I didn’t catch onto it, even gleefully came here myself.

If I had realized sooner, I would’ve brought all the top fighters of Jiangdu City. Even if the enemy sent numerous experts, there would’ve been no issue.

"What are you all standing around for? Quickly..." Wang Zhou shouted.

Gripping their weapons tightly, the group stormed out of the house.

Outside.

Six figures stood at the village entrance, and behind them were several demons.

"This..."

Wang Zhou and the others’ expressions darkened—this didn’t look good.

Especially under the moonlight, those figures appeared to have dark clouds hovering over their heads, a clear sign of their malevolence. In contrast, although Lin Fan and his party represented justice, the light of righteousness surrounding them seemed fragile and feeble in the face of such evil.

Wang Zhou gripped his Nine-Ring Blade tightly, knowing that to survive, the weapon in his hands was their only hope.

"Who are you people?"

Isn’t that a rhetorical question? What kind of people would show up at the village entrance in the middle of the night? Obviously, they’ve come to kill them—not to deliver warmth in the dead of night.

The six figures standing in the moonlight didn’t answer Wang Zhou’s question. Instead, one of them slowly raised his hand.

To Lin Fan and the others, that hand seemed to signal the onset of a battle, its descent marking the eruption of chaos.

And then.

As the arm descended, a chilling voice echoed in their ears.

"Kill."

Roar!

The demons roared and leapt forward, charging toward them. The six figures also identified their targets individually—perhaps Lin Fan’s youthful look or pleasing appearance had caught the attention of one of them.

"Zhao Desheng, Lin Fan, you two have the weakest cultivation levels. Don’t get careless—if you find the chance to run, don’t hesitate, just leave us behind." Wang Zhou drew his blade and shouted, rushing toward the demons.

Lin Fan wanted to tell Wang Zhou, "I’m really not weak at all."

My cultivation is already at sixty-seven years.

"Old Zhao, your cultivation is the weakest. You’ll only need to deal with the weakest demon," Lin Fan said, scanning the enemies and demons, seeking the best-suited opponent for himself.

Postnatal Realm!

Postnatal Realm!

Innate Realm... eighty-one years of cultivation.

Among the six figures, there were Innate Realm experts—not just one, but two.

Meanwhile, most of the demons were at the Postnatal Realm. Thankfully, two of them were in the First-Rate Realm.

But against such a terrifying lineup of enemies, they didn’t have even the slightest advantage. It was evident the mastermind behind this had no intention of letting them survive.

Upon hearing Lin Fan’s remark, Zhao Desheng was furious, wanting to kick Lin Fan flat on the ground. This brat—why is he acting cocky? If it weren’t for my protection that one time, you’d have been dead already.

Yet when he saw Lin Fan kick a demon flying with a single strike, the words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

His eyes widened like saucers.

Damn.

Is he this fierce?

Although two of the six experts were Innate Realm powerhouses, thankfully Wang Zhou and Li Zhiyong were also Innate Realm fighters.

Moreover, their cultivation levels weren’t too far apart.

At this point, victory would come down to cultivation techniques, experience, mindset, and luck.

The opponent blocking Lin Fan wore an iron mask and wielded an axe connected to an iron chain. He was in the Postnatal Realm and had three years more cultivation than Lin Fan.

"Are you sent by the Serpent Gang?" Lin Fan pointed his blade at the ground, moving cautiously to circle his opponent.

The man didn’t answer, instead flinging his axe toward Lin Fan. The tail of the axe rattled as it revealed the iron chain linked to it.

Lin Fan moved swiftly, dodging it directly.

But the man spread his fingers, grabbed the chain, and forcefully whipped it. The axe changed direction, slicing toward Lin Fan’s waist.

The man was incredibly strong.

The power behind his attacks was immense.

Lin Fan planted a foot firmly on the ground, his eyes sharp as he swung his blade like a streak of light toward the man’s wrist.

Supreme Yang Blade Technique: Burning Sky.

Though there wasn’t a dazzling display of sword energy, the technique employed was incredibly rigid and blazing hot. The originally cold blade grew fiery in appearance.

Lin Fan understood that the chances of defeating his opponent like this were slim. He would have to misdirect, disrupt his enemy’s focus, and affect their performance.

"Stop being so silent. Do you think I don’t know who you are just because you’re quiet?"

"Feng Yisan."