Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 82 - 0: The Reincarnation of a Jealous Person

Put these questions aside.

They’re matters for the future, nothing worth thinking about now.

He pondered the situation with the little assistant.

Both Inner Strength and Mana had appeared.

Originally, he thought the two wouldn’t appear simultaneously, but judging from the current situation, there really is no direct relation between them.

Lin Fan spread his fingers wide and, for the first time, called upon Mana. In the blink of an eye, tiny points of light emerged from his skin, gathering in the palm of his hand.

"So this is Mana?"

He noticed Mana seemed gentle on the surface, yet it harbored an intimidatingly powerful force within. After experiencing it personally, he finally understood the substantial gap between Inner Strength and Mana.

Previously, he used to imagine the disparity between Inner Strength and Mana, thinking it couldn’t be that drastic.

But now...

He could definitively say...

The difference is like heaven and earth—they are worlds apart, the gap astonishing.

One is celestial, the other terrestrial.

Then, without delay, he sat cross-legged to enter meditation for cultivation.

Though he already possessed Mana, he still didn’t know if he could cultivate it.

Not long after...

Lin Fan opened his eyes, and just as he suspected, true to his thoughts—it turns out cultivation really was impossible.

Spirit Root truly appeared to be extremely important.

Without Spirit Root, one indeed cannot cultivate, and even having Mana made no difference.

It’s really damn frustrating.

They’ve completely locked out those without Spirit Root.

But fortunately, none of that mattered to him.

His current cultivation relied solely on dropped rewards, and those were the fastest. Only an idiot would slowly grind their way through traditional methods.

Lin Fan stepped into the courtyard to practice the Earth Gang Fist Technique. As he spread his arms, his joints cracked and popped, while traces of evil energy surged from the ground into his feet, gathering at his fists.

Even the Immortal Sect’s basic fist techniques are far superior to mortal world martial arts.

They can actually tap into various mysterious energies between heaven and earth, and this evil energy happens to be one of them.

Gradually...

The blood in Lin Fan’s body began to boil slowly.

This was the effect of the Earth Gang Fist Technique. Long-term practice yields tremendous benefits, allowing one’s blood to boil instantly and unleash even fiercer power.

But...

That’s something others might need. For him, once the fist technique was dropped, his distinguished abilities were already set in stone.

"Brother Lin, you’re here, aren’t you?" At this moment, Qin Heng approached from a distance.

Lin Fan stopped cultivating, "What’s up? Is there something you need?"

"Not really, just heard people say you went out with the Sect Leader and just came back. I was curious and wanted to ask about it." Qin Heng acted as if it wasn’t a big deal, but for some reason, a slight sourness wafted through the air.

Lin Fan glanced at Qin Heng, more or less understanding what he was implying.

The smell of envy was in the air.

A reincarnation of bitterness.

"Oh yes, the Sect Leader said I have astonishing talent and insisted on taking me as his disciple. I didn’t want to initially, but what could I do? The Sect Leader was adamant, so I reluctantly agreed."

"Brother Qin, you don’t realize... I don’t really enjoy being the center of attention sometimes."

"What do you think?"

Without even glancing at Qin Heng’s complex expressions, Lin Fan casually rambled on as if talking to himself.

Qin Heng’s face shifted from calmness to shock to a barely concealed mix of envy and jealousy.

As Lin Fan’s words landed blow after blow on him, his expression turned bitterly sour.

"Hey, Brother Qin, you don’t look well. You’re not sick, are you?" Lin Fan asked.

Qin Heng blinked, feeling deeply upset. He’d always considered himself the most outstanding disciple in the Sect Leader’s eyes.

Yet now, he hadn’t expected Lin Fan to be the chosen one instead.

Though he admitted Lin Fan was indeed excellent, he firmly believed he himself was the most talented.

"No, I was just thinking about some things, that’s all."

Qin Heng obviously couldn’t admit his sour demeanor stemmed from envy.

The envy was suffocating.

He even felt like crying.

Lin Fan patted Qin Heng’s shoulder, "Come on, don’t get envious. What’s there to envy? Other than my ambition to grow stronger, I don’t care about much else. You can keep working hard."

"Who said I’m envious?! Do I look like someone envious to you?" Qin Heng retorted, much like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on, springing up indignantly, his cheeks reddening as though his inner thoughts had been laid bare.

"Brother Lin, I admit you’re very talented, but as for me, Qin Heng—don’t you dare underestimate me. The Sect Leader himself said I’m excellent. Nothing’s settled yet. No one knows what the future holds, so don’t go easy on me. I’ll earn everything I deserve through my own merits."

Qin Heng was brimming with confidence.

"Well, yes, I agree, you are indeed exceptional."

What could Lin Fan say? He could only encourage Qin Heng—keep holding onto that grudge and someday, who knows, he might succeed.

Not long afterward...

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Lin Fan resumed cultivating. And truly, the Earth Gang Fist Technique did feel remarkable. Even though he was already thoroughly familiar with it, personally practicing it gave a uniquely fresh sensation.

What went on outside didn’t matter too much to him.

Now that he had Mana, his cultivation level could be described as both humble and decent.

If he tread carefully in the wider world, there’s a chance for him to thrive.

...

"Sect Leader, are you around?" After leaving Lin Fan, Qin Heng secretly vowed to prove to the Sect Leader who the most outstanding disciple truly was.

He had to showcase his talent and win the Sect Leader’s favor.

So he headed to the kitchen and prepared a variety of desserts—the kind he excelled at making.

As the saying goes...

To win a man’s heart, you need to captivate his stomach.

"Come in." Fang Jiuzhen’s voice echoed from inside the room.

Carrying the desserts, Qin Heng walked in with a bright smile. Upon entering, he saw the Sect Leader sipping tea, and his heart leapt with joy. "Sect Leader, your disciple has prepared some desserts for you."

Fang Jiuzhen glanced at the delicately crafted desserts and felt a pang of appetite, "You’ve been thoughtful. Leave them here."

Overjoyed, Qin Heng placed the desserts down, then noticed the Sect Leader slightly twisting his neck. He immediately spoke up, "Sect Leader must be weary from the burdens of the Immortal Sect. Luckily, your disciple happens to know a bit about massages and can help relieve your muscles."

"You have such a skill? That’s excellent. Alright then, let me see how your technique fares." Fang Jiuzhen was delighted to stumble upon such a gem. Both of his new disciples proved quite capable.

Qin Heng couldn’t help but feel smug.

He’d promised himself the Sect Leader would recognize how outstanding he was.

Now was the time to show it off, to earn that approval.

Qin Heng’s massage expertise was impressive, and Fang Jiuzhen thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

"Sect Leader, where did you and Lin Fan go? This disciple is quite curious," Qin Heng asked, determined to get answers. Know your enemy, and you’ll be victorious in a hundred battles.

His heart throbbed with envy.

He was so jealous.

"We went to the Earth Demon Plains for a little excursion," Fang Jiuzhen replied casually, while slightly lifting his shoulder, "Apply more pressure there. Sitting for long periods hurts. Not bad, didn’t expect your technique to be this good! I’ll be more comfortable from now on."

Receiving the Sect Leader’s praise...

Qin Heng beamed with joy.

As for what Earth Demon Plains were, he’d never been there, but he longed to visit. Asking now wasn’t the right moment—he’d have to find another opportunity.