Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 75 - 00: Got in, Got in

Lin Fan felt somewhat helpless. Although the other party didn’t say much, he had already understood a few things in his heart.

This so-called Nine Heavens Immortal Sect was probably not just an ordinary pit, but a massive one.

Still, the fact that there was no apparent danger was considered good news.

Take a look at Qin Heng walking at this moment—he was practically about to fly up and rub shoulders with the sun, already floating with excitement.

Even Qin Heng himself felt that the architecture of Nine Heavens Immortal Sect didn’t quite align with the grandeur he’d imagined for an Immortal Sect.

But then he thought of his master, who happened to be the Sect Leader of this Immortal Sect, and decided not to overthink things.

Perhaps his master was simply humble and unpretentious, preferring to keep a low profile and reached the realm of returning to simplicity and truth.

Not long afterwards.

You You led the two of them, Lin Fan and Qin Heng, to a courtyard. It wasn’t particularly dilapidated, but it certainly didn’t match the elegance expected of the Immortals. "From now on, this is your residence. Ordinarily, you must not stray far from the Immortal Sect, as the outside world is dangerous. Not only are there demons, but many practitioners of the evil sects specifically capture people to practice their forbidden techniques."

Afterwards, You You patted Lin Fan’s shoulder and said, "Brother, since you’re here, just make peace with it. Don’t overthink it. Sometimes, there’s merit to the saying ’better to be the tail of the phoenix than the head of the chicken,’ because the things you’ll encounter will be things you’ve never seen before."

"Thanks for the advice." Lin Fan really couldn’t say much—what You You said was clear. Leaving wasn’t impossible, but you had to be capable of actually making it out. The dangers outside weren’t as simple as imagined.

Who’s to say you wouldn’t die just a short distance from here?

"The Sect Leader instructed us to bring you to your residence first. After that, it’s time for the entry ceremony. Follow me." You You said.

For some reason, You You cast a glance at Qin Heng.

His expression looked familiar.

It triggered memories from his past.

When he was first coaxed into joining the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, he had been as excited as Qin Heng was now. Later, he gradually realized—it was all complete and utter nonsense.

By now, Qin Heng was already beside himself with impatience, dreaming of soaring to the heavens the moment he entered the sect.

"Senior brother, let’s hurry up. It wouldn’t be good to keep Master waiting too long."

He had always believed that he was someone blessed with extraordinary fate.

Otherwise, how else could he have encountered such an opportunity?

Lin Fan’s thoughts were somewhat chaotic.

The development of events had deviated slightly from his expectations.

On the way to the entry ceremony, Lin Fan learned from You You that the entire Nine Heavens Immortal Sect only had slightly more than a hundred disciples.

What kind of divine organization was this?

Compared to the average Immortal Sect, they weren’t even close to being competition.

"Everything will have to rely on myself."

Lin Fan understood he couldn’t simply resign himself to fate—first, he had to muddle through the immediate situation, and once there, he’d have to figure out a way to improve his strength.

Here, unlike the mortal world, those in the Innate Realm could already act with impunity.

But in this place, the Innate Realm was likely just the bottom rung, not even worth scraping someone else’s teeth.

Under You You’s lead, they arrived in front of a seemingly decent building.

"You’re here? Well, come on in." Fang Jiuzhen saw Lin Fan and Qin Heng arrive and immediately lit up with a smile, then pushed open the doors and walked inside.

"Master." Qin Heng’s tone was sweetly flattering, his eyes darting keenly toward the mysterious contents inside the building.

His heart was brimming with fantastical possibilities.

Although the entry ceremony wasn’t particularly grand, its mysterious air was undeniably impressive.

At this moment, Qin Heng quietly patted Lin Fan’s shoulder and said, "Are you nervous? I, for one, am so nervous I can barely handle it."

Lin Fan no longer wanted to waste even a single word on Qin Heng.

What was wrong with this guy’s brain?

Couldn’t he figure out the situation?

An Immortal Sect?

Was this what an Immortal Sect looked like?

Although he’d never seen an authentic Immortal Sect himself, at least he could mentally picture it. Even in an entry ceremony, it definitely wouldn’t be this shabby.

Inside the building.

The lighting was faint.

Fang Jiuzhen was already kneeling there, in front of a wall adorned with several portraits. The images were vivid, almost as if real people had been imprinted on them.

"Honorable ancestors, disciple Fang Jiuzhen has recruited two disciples for the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect. Please bless and protect them."

Fang Jiuzhen kowtowed a few times, then stood up and lit three sticks of incense made of an unknown material, placing them into the incense burner.

He then turned around and spoke.

"The two of you should kneel and pay respects to the ancestors of our Nine Heavens Immortal Sect."

Qin Heng, full of reverence and nervousness, kept his head down as he knelt on the prayer mat. "Disciple Qin Heng respectfully greets the ancestors. Rest assured, I will not disappoint you."

To Qin Heng, he was nearly moved to tears with excitement.

The entry ceremony, involving reverence to the ancestral portraits, carried deep significance. It showed that the Sect Leader valued him highly and intended to nurture him with full effort so he could eventually inherit the leadership of the Immortal Sect.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, remained where he stood.

He wasn’t in a daze; he was simply contemplating—in kneeling, he would truly become a disciple of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect.

"What’s the matter?" Fang Jiuzhen asked.

He could tell that between the two of them, Qin Heng was the bootlicker eager to join the sect, while Lin Fan was clearly the one hesitant to remain.

There was no way this boy wasn’t interested in the path of cultivation—that was absolutely impossible.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have participated in the sect recruitment process. Surely it was only because he didn’t possess a Spirit Root that he had been rejected.

Thus, Fang Jiuzhen had kindly brought them in, helping fulfill their dreams.

Lin Fan didn’t reply.

He was weighing the implications of his decisions.

Without a Spirit Root at the moment, it was absolutely impossible to join a powerful Immortal Sect.

Even if circumstances allowed him to become a disciple of a legitimate sect, at most he’d be a low-ranking disciple, constantly suppressed and potentially exposed to danger.

After all, large sects often had intense conflicts between disciples—a stroke of bad luck could lead to an early demise.

That was one consideration.

Another option was to refuse to join the sect. Perhaps the elder before him wouldn’t kill him; maybe he’d even send him back. Returning would mean relying on his own efforts to improve his cultivation level, possibly obtaining a new Spirit Root.

But even with a Spirit Root, he’d have to wait for the next sect recruitment process.

As for wandering across mountains and rivers to find another cultivation land once gaining some strength, the risks were unpredictable, not to mention that the journey would be long and fraught with dangers.

Comparatively speaking, in the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, all the disciples he’d seen were martial artists without Spirit Roots. It seemed relatively safer.

No major conflicts occurred here.

Moreover, the elder before him didn’t appear malicious. Otherwise, with his level of strength, why go through all this trouble?

The chances of staying here were much greater.

Having figured this out, Lin Fan sighed inwardly.

This was the situation.

What else could he say?

It appeared to be the best option—for now, rise from humble beginnings, and later, when achieving immortality and ascending, he could leave behind a legendary tale that would shake the heavens and earth.

Lin Fan walked to the prayer mat and knelt, just like Qin Heng, to let the ancestors of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect take note of him and possibly offer their blessings.

Fang Jiuzhen revealed a gratified smile and began to introduce the portraits.

"The first portrait features the founder of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, known as the Emperor of Nine Heavens. His techniques were unparalleled, and he roamed the world without equal."

"The second portrait depicts the second Sect Leader of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, known as Immortal Gai Hua. His talents were extraordinary, unmatched across the realm."

"And the third portrait..."

Qin Heng’s blood boiled as he listened, his eyes shining.

Emperor!

Immortal!

What astonishing titles. He silently vowed to work hard.

Someday, he too would be referred to as... Emperor Qin Heng.

Lin Fan, however, felt deeply resigned.

Keep bragging. Go on. I’m listening.